Voyeur (21 page)

to look, lifting his hand to gently pat her bel y.

"Ah, now, you sold
yourself short. I see at least the hint of a four-pack there."

She raised her eyebrows, laughing, even as her pussy tingled lightly— the result of his touch. "A four-pack?"

"Sure," he answered easily. "Next best thing to six. Trust me—it’s very sexy." He added a wink. "Most women would give their right arms for a pretty stomach like that."

She couldn't help feeling flattered—and utterly feminine.

"She has great tits, too," Braden said.

She gasped, letting her eyes go wide on him as heat fil ed her cheeks.
"Braden!
”

But her lover only grinned. "Sorry, honey—that just came out. Tommy here happens to be a connoisseur of fine breasts, so I figured he’d be

interested."

"Is that so?" Laura shifted her gaze to her other dinner companion, drunk
enough to have forgotten her embarrassment that quickly.

Tommy flashed a mischievous smile. "I just have a habit of ... noticing that about women. More than other guys, I’ve been told. But hel , what can I say—I like boobs," His grin was so endearing that Laura didn’t feel the least bit uncomfortable with the conversation, and she couldn't help thinking both Tommy and Braden were getting a little drunk themselves—each having downed several beers over the pizza.

"Let me guess," Laura said. "The bigger the better."

Tommy spread his hands and shrugged, admitting it. "But," he added, “I’m getting tired of fake ones that are
too
big. If a girl wants a
little enhancement, cool—but they go overboard sometimes." He didn't bother with subtlety as he dropped his gaze to Laura's chest. "I can tel yours are real—and pretty damn perfect, too. Am I right?"

Braden answered before she could concoct a reply. "Damn straight, they're perfect."

She cast him a sexy smile, her breasts feeling heavy, achy now, and her cunt rippling with sensation. Not only did she like being with them both—

she liked being the center of their attention, and liked knowing they both found her body attractive. With Braden, it was nothing new, but Tommy's

added presence seemed to somehow amplify her sensuality.

After dinner, they moved to the living room, al settling on the sofa as the adjacent chair was piled with towels Braden had run through the washing

machine earlier but hadn't yet folded. She couldn't help recal ing it was the same sofa where she'd touched herself for Braden.

He sat at one end and Laura leaned her head back against his chest. His arms came around her in a cozy, easy embrace, and his thumb hooked

into the top of her jeans, his fingers caressing just below, overtop the denim. A couple of inches lower and his caress would have been a fondle.

Tommy sat opposite them, and she was tempted to remind Braden they had company—yet she didn't, for reasons she couldn't explain to herself.

"Laura got to see Stan and Candy going at it earlier," Braden tossed out.

She supposed it should have embarrassed her, but
nothing
seemed to at this point.

"Ah. What did you think of their little show?" Tommy asked on a deep laugh.

Intoxication made her unflinchingly honest. "He's pretty hot for an older guy. And she had great breasts."

"Definitely fake," Tommy pointed out, one finger in the air, "but as fake ones go, yeah, they re pretty nice."

Laura let her gaze widen on him. "You’ve seen them, too?" Was there anyone who
hadn't
seen Stan and Candy having sex?

Tommy nodded, chuckling as he shifted sideways to pul one knee up
beside him on the couch, and Laura became aware that her sock-covered

foot, stretched out along the cushions, now touched his jean-clad thigh. Normal y, she would have pul ed her foot back, but neither of them made the

effort to move. His leg felt thick and warm. "I keep an eye on Braden’s place in between his visits," he explained. "Came down one day last winter to spend a few hours just running water through the pipes, turning on the gas fireplace for a while, that sort of thing, and sure enough—as soon as

my truck shows up, I glance out the window and see Stan and Candy bouncing around in the window."

The tips of Braden's large fingers skimmed back and forth across the front of Laura’s jeans, his sexy touches now official y setting her pussy on fire.

She'd never been in a situation like this—having one man excite her while she looked into the eyes of another.

But look she did, since Tommy kept talking. "So how long are you staying here with Braden?"

"Just a few more days." She didn’t like thinking about that, her "retreat" coming to an end—and so far, she'd chosen
not
to think about it. For the moment, she remained very much in the present, with Braden’s fingers stroking just above her mound as her foot touched Tommy’s muscular thigh

and she looked into his very blue eyes.

Silence pervaded then—Tommy said no more, and neither did she. She wasn't sure if she could have kept conversing anyway—her throat began to

feel clogged, as if that layer of sensuality she'd noticed earlier was pressing down now, almost smothering her. Her breasts felt tight within the cups of her bra—her pussy swol en against the denim that covered it.

"Wel ," Tommy said, his voice lower than usual and sounding a bit thick, "I think it's time for me to go."

Laura didn't answer, and neither did Braden. She wanted to get naked with Braden—fast—but also didn't real y want Tommy to leave just yet since

she was enjoying his company. And enjoying having her foot against his thigh. Outrageous a realization as it was, she couldn't deny it. A long, quiet

moment passed, that sensuality almost tangible, weighting the air. Until final y, Braden said, "Uh, yeah, I guess so."

Laura let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding.

As they al got to their feet, Tommy thanked them for the invitation, and Braden said, "You bought the pizza, man—
I
should be thanking
you."
and Laura tried to examine what had just happened. Why had they al hesitated when Tommy announced his departure? Were Braden and Tommy

feeling what she felt—some confusing sensual chemistry between them al that defied definition? Or was it only her, half-intoxicated and completely

misreading it, seeing something that wasn't there, except maybe in her own mind?

As they moved to the door and Tommy put on a brown leather jacket, he shook Braden's hand, then lifted one palm to Laura's cheek, leaning in to

kiss the other. Like every sensation that had struck her in the last hour or so, she felt the kiss down below, her vaginal muscles flexing as he pul ed away.

"Good night," he said, then exited out into the dark.

Both she and Braden turned to look at each other. "Great guy, huh?" he asked, but his eyes were glassy with the same emotions currently buffeting her.

She nodded. "Yeah. Very . . . pleasant. Easy to be around."
And he has nice thighs.
"I was afraid you were going to rub my pussy right in front of him." She raised her gaze to his, gauging his reaction.

"I
was tempted," he replied. "You felt too good, baby" She slid her arms up around his neck, leaning in to press her body to his. "Wel , now were alone so you can indulge yourself."

They lay in Braden’s big bed, the snow cover outside combining with the moonlight to cast a glow over the room. His head rested between her legs

and hers between his, and for the first time in her life she understood the true thril of the sixty-nine position. As Braden rhythmical y laved her most sensitive flesh, she sucked his cock deeply, at times releasing it to let it fal between her breasts.

His moans as she cradled his length between the two mounds of flesh reminded her that he'd mentioned wanting to slide between them in one of

those early instant message exchanges That seemed so long ago now. This position made it easy, almost natural, and the feel of his hard shaft

between her soft breasts fil ed her with more pleasure than she could have imagined. But then
everything
was different with Braden— every kiss, every look, every sexual encounter was more intense and, in turn, more satisfying than anything she'd known up to now.

As she lifted his wet shaft from between her breasts to wrap her lips back around the head, he delivered a sudden and incredible pressure to her

cunt. Oh God, what
was
that? She cried out—then realized he'd pushed their old friend the vibrator inside her when she'd least expected it.

Her body's natural response was to meet the slow, firm thrusts he now delivered, although she let his cock fal from her mouth to breathe, "Where did that come from?" She didn't even know the last time she'd seen it. Not That she was complaining. It made for a very welcome intrusion. His

moist tongue on her clit and the toy inside her at the same time brought on a whole new sumptuous pleasure.

"Found it under the bed," he rasped.

"Oh God," she sighed, meeting another thrust, taking the sex toy deeper.

"Feel good, honey?"

"Mmm" was al she could say.

And al she even
wanted
to say—because she had better things to do with her mouth. She suddenly wanted it back around his penis— badly—and

didn’t hesitate to wrap her fist around his length and pul his powerful erection back between her eager lips.

She sucked him vigorously, even more than before, as he drove the vibrator into her below. Oh God, the waves of delight that shook her, consumed

her—not orgasm, but a marvelous feeling of such ful ness That she couldn't have conceived of it before experiencing it. His shaft in her mouth and

another in her pussy. Being fil ed in both openings somehow delivered more than just twice the pleasure—just like having the attention of two men

earlier.

Of course, this was more intense. This was hot, raw, swal owing sex. She let it do that—swal ow her. She quit thinking and only responded. His

mouth worked just above the toy—she couldn’t see but thought he was sucking her clit. She sobbed her pleasure around the erection between her

lips, stunned and amazed and as deep into pleasure as she'd ever been.

She'd always enjoyed going down on Braden—way more than with other men—but now even
that
was different. She wanted him to fuck her mouth,

actively fil it as he fil ed her below. She knew a desire for hardness, for maleness, That she’d never known before this moment, an almost blinding

lust to be overtaken in every way, to have her whole body fil ed with him.

She pul ed him to her mouth, silently urging him to thrust.
Yes, yes.
He drove in firm, short lunges. And below, the marvelous vibrator fucked her and his sweet tongue laved her. Frantic cries erupted from her throat, around his length. Her whole body felt pleasantly pummeled with hard male shafts,

and she moved against both, maddened by the glorious sensations stretching through her.

The orgasm struck with little warning, forcing her to release his cock as she screamed her joy. "Oh God, baby, oh God!" The pulses of heat racked her from head to toe, over and over, almost violent in their intensity, to leave her thoroughly spent when it was done.

Opening her eyes to see his majestic erection stil only a few inches away, glistening from her ministrations, she gently kissed the tip, a tiny thank you for such overwhelming pleasure.

Below, he slowly extracted the vibrator, then shifted in bed to come face to face with her in the shadowy room. His eyes gleamed wickedly. "Was

that as good as it sounded?"

She drew in her breath. "Completely mind-blowing."

Once upon a time she would have said,
This isn't me, this isn't me.
But she'd long since stopped that. Because, now, it
was
her.

“Wake up, snowflake. It’s a beautiful day and you need to get outside."

Laura opened bleary eyes, surprised to see her lover standing over her, ful y dressed in jeans, a flannel shirt open over a dark green T-shirt, and

sturdy outdoor boots. He looked as rugged and handsome as ever, one lock of dark hair dipping recklessly over his forehead, his chin dusted with

stubble.

"You know I need to write," she said. Just like yesterday, spending the day with him would be delicious, but she had to protect herself. This was now official y more about her heart than the book—she was just growing way too close to him the last couple of days.

"Don’t worry. I'm not trying to drag you away from your work— but it occurred to me that you literal y haven't set foot outside this house since you got here, and it's a sunny day, so we're having breakfast on the deck."

She blinked her surprise. "Um, isn't the deck covered with snow?"

"Not since I just shoveled it. Now come on, get up. I've got eggs ready to fry and English muffins ready to toast. Just pul on a pair of sweats, shoes, and your coat while I cook, and I'l meet you at the back door in ten minutes."

As Braden turned and walked away, Laura simply stared after him, blinking yet again. Oddly, it felt almost as if he were . . . wooing her or

something. Or, at the very least, caring about her a little, concerned to see her get outdoors. She hadn't thought about that—how confined shed

been here. As she'd recognized before, she rather enjoyed the strange sense of isolation, given that it came with a sexy, commanding lover. And

she couldn’t help but think it would be freezing outside. But if Braden had cleared the deck and was making her breakfast, she wasn't inclined to

refuse.

After locating panties and a pair of black jogging pants, she tossed on last night's sweater, then found a thick pair of socks and laced her boots up

over them. It was only as she walked into the kitchen, saying, "Hey," that it occurred to her what an awful outfit it made.

He didn't seem to notice, merely turning from the stove with a smile on his face and a spatula in his hand. "Grab me a couple of plates from the