Chapter 450
Chapter 450:
With that, he flopped back down in his original spot.
I sat stiffly, caught between the two of them, and suddenly wondered if I was still dreaming. Otherwise, how on earth could things have ended up like this?
Bryan and Clayton had both claimed they were going to sleep, and from the looks of it, that was all they truly intended. But here I was, sandwiched between the two of them, my mind a whirlwind of nerves and confusion. Gradually, I felt the pull of sleep, but just as I was about to drift off, a broad hand rested gently on my chest, giving it a soft squeeze.
Startled, I twisted my head and realized it was Clayton. He flashed a mischievous grin, and I could feel my face warming with a flush as I instinctively glanced over at Bryan. Bryan, however, seemed fast asleep.
Letting out a faint sigh of relief, I turned back to face Clayton, whispering, “What are you doing?”
He kissed me softly, his lips tender and full of warmth. “I’ve missed you,” he murmured.
Blushing, I replied in a hushed tone, “Bryan’s still right here.”
Clayton snorted quietly, an amused look dancing in his eyes. “Bryan doesn’t concern me. If it weren’t for wanting to spare you the hassle, I’d have kicked him out by now.” He chuckled low in his throat before pressing his lips to mine once more.
What started as a gentle kiss soon deepened, his tongue mischievously tangling with mine, pushing boundaries I hadn’t quite anticipated. I squeezed my eyes shut, nervous that Bryan could wake up, my body surrendering to Clayton’s insistent passion. His hand, warm and slow, began its descent, slipping beneath my nightgown, finding my breast with familiar ease.
Panicked, I caught his wrist, my breaths growing shallow. “Clayton… please…”
He chuckled, ignoring my weak protest, his kisses becoming more demanding. His hand roamed freely, squeezing and teasing my breasts until I could feel my desires rising, every touch leaving its mark. My nipples stiffened under his skillful fingers, the sensation sending shivers through me, and I could feel a subtle heat gathering deep within me, growing wetter by the second.
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Then, without warning, another hand joined the fray, this one caressing my hips with rougher intent.
“You two are seriously doing this right in front of me?” Bryan’s voice, laced with irritation, jolted me, freezing every muscle in my body.
“If that’s how it is,” he sneered, “I might as well join in.”
I lay there, tense and motionless, caught between the two of them as if they were locked in a silent, possessive competition—neither willing to back down. Clayton lowered his head, his lips closing around one of my nipples, suckling gently as his hand continued its exploration of my other breast. Behind me, Bryan’s hand slid down to my core, his fingers parting me, discovering the slickness pooling there. He spread the wetness, smearing it across my skin with deliberate strokes.
“Aah…” I couldn’t suppress the moan, their hands setting me alight, my senses overwhelmed by the competing sensations. I could feel Clayton’s hardened length pressing against my thigh, while Bryan, from behind, rubbed his stiff shaft against the cleft of my buttocks. I whimpered involuntarily, caught between the two of them, desire flooding through me like a river breaking its banks.
Clayton’s lips found mine again, swallowing my soft cries, his kiss claiming me. Before I knew it, his hand guided mine to his throbbing length. The heat of it seared my palm, but my fingers instinctively curled around it, stroking him under his gentle instruction.
As I worked my hand along Clayton’s hard shaft, Bryan, growing impatient, spread my legs apart, his cock nudging against the entrance to my wetness. Shocked, I instinctively snapped my legs shut. Bryan let out a groan, his hands roughly kneading my chest. To my surprise, though, he didn’t thrust inside me. Instead, he began rubbing between my thighs.
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