Kylie moaned when Gage gripped her hips and thrust deep inside of her before pulling out slowly. She wasn’t going to be able to focus on them both if Gage kept doing that.
Reaching beneath Travis’ torso, Kylie grabbed the back of Gage’s neck, pulling him closer, and he knew what she wanted. He continued to thrust slowly inside of her as he angled his head and took Travis’ cock in his mouth, making Travis groan. Kylie let the pleasure consume her as she shifted her body slightly so she could suck Travis’ balls into her mouth, one at a time, over and over.
“Fucking hell.” Travis’ tone was a warning, letting them know that he was close.
Kylie was right there with him. Replacing her mouth with her hand, she kneaded his balls and met Gage’s mouth along Travis’ shaft.
“Fuck me,” she pleaded.
Gage’s eyes opened wide.
“Fuck me now.”
When Gage eased back onto his knees, Kylie took Travis’ cock deep in her mouth as she gripped his thighs, forcing him to twist his body so she could relax back against the couch. When she could take him deep in her throat, she squeezed his ass. It didn’t take him long to fall into the same rhythm as Gage, both of them fucking her, Travis in her mouth, Gage in her pussy.
Gripping the base of Travis’ cock firmly, she began stroking him faster, sucking him harder as her pleasure intensified, her body pulled taut as they both took her at the same time. With her eyes locked with Travis’, Kylie urged him to come without saying a word.
“Fuck,” Gage yelled. “God yes, milk me, Kylie. I’m going to…” Gage’s thumb stroked over her clit as his body stilled, his groan of release filled the air, setting off mini-explosions within her.
When Travis slid his hand into Gage’s hair, as though he needed to touch him, or he’d be lost, Kylie lost it. Her orgasm gripped her, at the same time Travis stilled, one hand wrapped around her hand on his cock, the other holding Gage to him. His cock pulsed in her hand as he came in her mouth, a roar of pleasure erupting from his chest as he did.
After a few minutes, when they managed to catch their breath, Kylie opened her eyes and looked at her husbands.
Travis’ sly grin had her insides tightening.
“I think you’ll be hard pressed to top that Christmas present.”
Kylie was inclined to agree.
Chapter Twenty
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Braydon
“Why aren’t you ready?” Braydon asked Brendon when he joined his brother in the living room. He noticed that Brendon was shirtless, his bare feet propped up on the coffee table. Clearly he wasn’t ready for much of anything.
“Ready for what?” Brendon asked, not looking away from the television.
So it would appear Brendon was still in a funk. And if he had to guess, today wasn’t going to be much different from the last few days where Brendon spent most of his time moping around the house.
They certainly were quite the pair these days.
“We’re heading to Mom and Dad’s, remember?”
That comment earned Braydon a quick glance.
“That’s not until three,” Brendon answered simply.
“Yeah, but the girls are going to be there, so I figured we’d go hang out.”
“Not up for it yet,” Brendon told him, his attention back on the television which was playing...
Wait. Was that?
“Are you seriously watching Duck Dynasty?”
Brendon’s brow furrowed as he turned toward him. “Shut the hell up.”
Rather than argue with Brendon because it wouldn’t get him anywhere, Braydon grabbed his cell phone and headed back into his bedroom. He shot off a quick text because it was clear his brother was in a funk, and if this was going to be a good day, he needed backup.
A few seconds later, he received a response, and he smiled.
Ten minutes later, Braydon was sitting in the oversized leather chair that he claimed as his own, his bare feet propped up on the coffee table in a position that mirrored his twin’s.
“What the hell are you doing?” Brendon asked, glaring at him.
“What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Thought you were going to Mom and Dad’s.”
“Not without you, I’m not.”
“Whatever.”
With that, they sat quietly in the living room watching Duck Dynasty, although Braydon was pretty sure Brendon was paying about as much attention as he was to what was going on.
He didn’t have to wait long before the front door opened and in walked Jessie with a huge grin on her face.
Brendon actually sat up, but Braydon remained exactly where he was, merely glancing around behind the chair to see her.
He knew that, like this, they looked identical, which meant the only way to tell them apart was by their actions. Brendon was always the one to jump up when Jessie walked in the door. Braydon had been working on playing it cool. Not that he succeeded, but he definitely tried.
“Hey,” Brendon said with a grin. “I thought you were going to help my mom cook.”
“That was the plan,” Jessie said sweetly, looking back and forth between the two of them. “But then I remembered that today is Christmas, and I forgot to give my two favorite men their Christmas present, so I had V drop me off over here.”
Braydon hid his smile behind the bottle of water he tipped to his lips. Christmas present, huh? He damn sure liked the idea of that.
“Yeah?” Brendon asked skeptically, taking Jessie’s hand and pulling her into the room. “What’d you get us?”
Getting straight to the point obviously, Braydon watched as Brendon pulled her up against him, their mouths joining for a brief good morning kiss.
As a bystander, Braydon had the honor of watching Jessie, admiring her legs, which looked as though they were wrapped in silk – stockings, maybe? That was pretty much the only part of her he could see since she was currently cuddled inside an enormous coat that hid the rest of her luscious curves from his view. He hoped like hell Brendon would remedy that soon.
It was nice to see Brendon’s mood improve significantly in just a matter of minutes. It only went to prove that Braydon was getting a little too attached to Jessie for his own good. He needed to back off, keep this strictly physical – as it should be. After what happened between them the other night, he’d given his actions, as well as Brendon’s, a lot of thought. Not that he’d come up with a way to fix this mess they were in, but he knew if he took a step back, he could possibly get things back to the way they were.
“Can I help you with your coat?” Brendon asked Jessie, his hands cupping her face as he stared at her intently.
Braydon knew he needed to get up, needed to move closer. His hands were itching with the need to touch her, but he wanted to pretend he wasn’t as affected as he was. At least for now. In a few minutes, it wouldn’t matter because Jessie would be naked and sprawled out for their pleasure.
He hoped.
“I think I’ll hold onto it for a minute or two if you don’t mind,” Jessie answered.
Braydon met her eyes as she glanced over her shoulder, giving him a seductive grin that had his dick stirring in his jeans. Oh, yes, he definitely was looking forward to this Christmas present.
“What are you watching?” Jessie asked, exasperated.
Braydon laughed but didn’t answer her. He’d leave that discussion to his twin.
“Right this second, I’m watching you,” Brendon replied, clicking off the television with the remote. “I’m waiting patiently for the gift you promised us.”
“Patiently, huh?” Jessie chuckled, her sexy voice making Braydon’s body run hot.
“Sure,” Brendon said seriously. “If I wasn’t a patient man, baby, you’d be flat on that coffee table right now.”
“I would?” Jessie’s question sounded innocent.
“You would,” Brendon confirmed as he flopped onto the couch, propping his feet on the coffee table in question and crossing his a
nkles in a deceivingly laid-back gesture.
“And what would I be doing if I were flat on that coffee table right now?” Jessie asked, dividing her attention between the two of them.
“Do you want a play by play?” Brendon asked.
“Oh, so you’ve thought this one through?”
“Honey, in my fantasies, you play a starring role. I’ve thought of plenty of things I want to do to you and your gorgeous body.”
“Hmmm.” Jessie appeared to be contemplating Brendon’s response as she looked around the room. “Then I think this will be the perfect place for me to give you your gift.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Brendon regarded her with hooded eyes. Braydon was so entranced by the interaction between the two of them, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to move from his chair without some serious discomfort. The coy way that Jessie was regarding both of them had Braydon seconds away from stripping her naked. He had a good idea that his gift was actually underneath that coat that was at least two sizes too big for her.
“We’re waiting,” Braydon added as his contribution to the conversation.
Jessie’s smile lit up the entire room.
She slowly unbuttoned the coat, starting with the top buttons first and making her way to the bottom, being careful to keep the coat closed so as not to reveal anything apparently. Braydon wanted to offer her a hand and pull the damn thing from her body just to discover what was underneath.
Two seconds later when the coat fell to the floor at Jessie’s feet, Braydon was pretty damned sure he had a heart attack.
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Jessie
Ok, well, it was pretty clear she wasn’t going to sign up to be a stripper anytime in the near future. It was way too damn nerve wracking.
She’d spent the morning getting ready to go over to the Walker’s house to help prepare Christmas dinner when she received the text from Braydon letting her know that Brendon was in a mood. Without thinking much about it, she decided to change her plans, which resulted in her having V drop her off at the twins’ house rather than going to hang out with the girls for the morning.
And now that she was here, she was beginning to wonder what she’d been thinking. Granted, this wasn’t entirely her idea. As soon as V showed up, Jessie had given her new friend the lowdown on what was going on. That resulted in V giving her some tips on how to improve Brendon’s mood. Considering she hadn’t actually bought them anything for Christmas, she decided the idea was a good one.
Now she was wondering if she’d had a lapse in judgment.
As her coat slid to the floor, revealing what she had on, which was honestly very, very little, Jessie’s heart began to pound double time.
“Holy fuck,” Brendon whispered.
The admiration in his tone did wonders for her ego, but she was still extremely uncomfortable standing there in nothing but a G-string, a baby doll nightie that did little to cover her and a pair of stockings with garters attached. Yes, there were little bows on them which was her way of saying Merry Christmas.
“Come here,” Brendon instructed her, but Jessie’s feet wouldn’t follow directions.
She was rooted in place, her hands trembling as she watched the two incredibly sexy cowboys staring back at her like she was a meal and they were starving. Should’ve made her feel better, but it didn’t.
Figuring she should at least say something, she recalled their conversation and decided to run with it. “If I remember correctly, you mentioned something about being sprawled out on the coffee table.” Was that her voice? It sounded way too sexy to be her voice.
Find your inner vixen and make them work for it. That was V’s advice and Jessie was trying to heed it as best she could.
“Oh, darlin’, I can certainly work with that,” Brendon offered, sitting up straight on the couch. “But you still have to come here.”
Jessie forced her legs to hold her up as she walked slowly toward him, the heat of their gazes warming her skin as she moved. As she skirted the table, Brendon turned it so that the short edge was closest to him.
Warm hands embraced her hips as she stood in front of Brendon. He was still sitting on the couch, and with her heels on, he was eye level with her belly button. She heard Braydon move more than saw him and then the warmth of his body joined Brendon’s as he ran his callused fingers down over her ass. Tingles erupted along her skin, spreading outward over every inch of her until her breath caught in her throat.
The feel of their warm, rough fingers on her body was the only thing she could focus on.
“You’re so soft,” Brendon said, his eyes running up her body before meeting hers. “So fucking beautiful.”
Jessie wasn’t sure about all of that, but they certainly had a way of making her feel beautiful.
“And you say this is our present, huh?” Brendon asked, his hands trailing along her sides, over her hips and then retreating the way they came.
“All yours,” she confirmed.
“I have to admit, this is the best present I think I’ve ever received,” Braydon said from behind her, his warm, firm lips pressing against her upper thigh, just beneath the curve of her bottom as he sat on the edge of the table.
Jessie sucked in a breath, biting her bottom lip as the rush of heat joined the tingling sensation that still coursed through her.
“Definitely the sexiest,” Brendon added. “Although, I think I’d like to play with it for a little while.”
The intensity of Brendon’s blue-gray eyes was focused solely on her, and she felt her insides begin to melt. When he looked at her like that, she lost all common sense and the only thing that mattered was getting as close as she could to them.
Them.
The term still sounded strange, but Jessie had come to actually enjoy this unconventional thing they had going on. When Brendon had first suggested a threesome, Jessie had been intrigued, and nervous. But there was undeniably something to be said about two men being focused solely on her pleasure. And these two were clearly focused on her.
“Hmmm, I think I’d like to unwrap this some more,” Braydon said, his voice sounding closer as he stood to his full height behind her.
A chill raced down her spine when he slid her hair over her shoulder so that he could unhook her bra, which clasped in the back. Once that was completed, his gentle hands caressed her skin as he pushed the straps down her shoulders and allowed the satin and lace to fall right into Brendon’s lap as he continued to sit on the couch in front of her.
Jessie could feel the evidence of Braydon’s arousal as he pressed against her lower back. In her heels, she was probably close to six feet tall, which aligned their bodies almost perfectly in this position.
Braydon’s lips trailed from just beneath her ear, down her neck and then over her shoulder, making her body shudder with pleasure. She continued to watch Brendon who was still sitting in front of her, his fingers now playing with the narrow band of her panties along her hips. She wasn’t sure if he was waiting for something or not, but she didn’t move. There were times when Brendon just opted to watch her, and at first, that had been a little strange, but the way he eyed her made her body burn hotter.
“Are you wet, Jessie?” Brendon asked a few seconds later, finally breaking the silence.
“Yes,” she said on a moan. Braydon’s arms had wrapped around her, his palms cupping her breasts easily at first, the slight scrape of his work roughened hands making her nipples pucker.
“You’re so fucking hot,” Braydon whispered in her ear. “Touching you is the best gift I could’ve possibly received.”
Another chill got loose, racing down her body and making her knees weak. Leaning back against Braydon’s big, warm chest, Jessie let his heat soak into her.
Brendon lifted one of her legs, slowly slipping her shoe from her foot before doing the same to the other. When her feet were planted firmly on the floor once more, Jessie was several inches shorter than she originally started out, but Braydon didn’t seem to
be bothered by the change. He continued to trail his lips over the sensitive skin of her neck.
“As much as I love this outfit, I really want you naked,” Brendon told her as he unhooked each clip currently holding up her stockings. Once he’d eliminated those as an obstacle, his fingers slipped into the sides of her panties and slid them down over her legs. The cool air was a shock to the warm, needy place between her thighs, causing Jessie to suck in a breath.
“I think I’ll leave these on for a little while,” Brendon said, his hands gliding up over her stockings. Without telling her what he was doing, Brendon slipped his hand behind her knee and lifted her leg before propping it over his shoulder. She was now on display, just inches from his face, her other leg turning to mush as she tried to keep herself upright. Had it not been for Braydon holding her from behind, Jessie was sure she’d have been a puddle on the floor by then.
“I love that you keep this bare,” Brendon said, the backs of his knuckles grazing over her mound before his fingers separated the folds of her pussy as he moved in closer. She could feel the warmth of his breath against the sensitive tissue with every word he spoke, and she wanted to beg him to get on with it.
Jessie felt Braydon shift, his body pressing closer as he rested his chin on her shoulder. Both of them stared down the front of her body, watching as Brendon moved in closer, his tongue darting out to tease her. He was obviously making sure they had a perfect view. When Brendon’s eyes met hers again, he drove his tongue deep, forcing her to fall back against Braydon in order to get him closer.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered. The warm rasp of Brendon’s tongue against her pussy was heaven, and combined with the gentle suction from Braydon’s mouth once again on her neck, she knew this was going to result in sensory overload.
“Such a pretty pussy,” Brendon said, his fingers separating her folds even more before he lapped at her with his tongue.
Her body was on fire, her skin smoldering from the intensity of their touch, her pussy aching with the need for more from them. And yet, Jessie knew all too well that rushing either one of them wasn’t in the cards she’d been dealt. They liked to take their own sweet time and the worst part about it all…
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