lap.
Rhaven pushed one knee into the cushion beside his hip, and then the other on the opposite side. She could feel her body responding even as her tongue dueled with his, and then Psyc lifted his hips, pressing that hard ridge right against her. Sucking in a breath, she pulled back to see his face, aware of what he must be feeling.
"I'm sorry," she breathed, moving to climb off of him.
Psyc just held her there, both hands on her waist. "Don't," he begged. "You told me. I know what's under your skirt and I don't care. I also don't have a fucking clue what to do with you so I don't fuck up."
Then Braden moved behind her. "Do you trust me, Rhave?"
She could feel the anxiety building, but still nodded. "Yeah."
"Then step back." He guided her back to her feet and then knelt to unzip her boots. First on one side, then the other, before lifting her feet to pull them off. "How far is this going, Rhaven?"
"I don't know," she breathed.
Psyc leaned forward to caress her hips. "How far is it not going?" he asked.
"I don't..." She glanced back at Braden. "I've never..."
"Me either," Psyc told her, pulling her attention back to him. "Wanna fumble around with me? And him?"
"You sure?" Braden asked.
"I'm either going to jack off or get off, and the second sounds like a much better idea." And to prove the point, he pulled his hands away from her and yanked off his own shirt. "Your turn, Rhae."
Braden's hands moved down her sides, to her thighs, and then up under the hem of her skirt. "Still ok?" he asked.
She nodded.
He kept going until he hooked both her fishnet tights and the panties beneath. "Can I?"
She knew what he was asking, but Rhaven was done with being scared of everything. Today was the best day of her entire life, and she couldn't think of a better way to celebrate than with both of these men, so she nodded. "Yeah."
While Psyc watched, Braden eased her panties and tights down, but her skirt hid everything from view. When Braden reached her knees, he knelt, working it all off the same way he had her boots, but she was a little too aware of the lack of constriction and the feel of fabric against her there. When Psyc's eyes dropped, she felt her heart hang, waiting for the rejection.
It didn't come.
Instead, he reached out to caress the line of her hip, his fingers trailing right beside her dick. She knew it was there, and clearly so did he, but Psyc didn't try to touch it. He just pressed the material of her skirt a little closer, his eyes tracing her outline. And then he stood, putting his body right up against hers, and the man kissed her again.
Then Braden's mouth found her shoulder, working his way toward the side of her neck. Rhaven moaned, grasping at Psyc even as she leaned back into Braden, but that pressed her hips into Psyc's. She could feel his hardness. She was sure he could feel her partial arousal, but Psyc didn't stop. He simply thrust himself against her.
Growling his approval, Braden ground himself against her ass. In all of her wildest dreams, Rhaven had never imagined anything like this. Psyc toyed with her mouth, his tongue teasing hers until she couldn't think of anything else. When he pulled away, she looked over at Braden, and he claimed her lips. Psyc just kissed the other side of her neck.
Her breasts ached. The fabric of her bra was torture against her nipples. She wanted it off, although she was also scared to lose any more clothes. But, almost as if they were reading her mind, Braden's hands moved higher to cup her breasts and Psyc's moved to pull her hips closer to his. He wasn't shying away. She knew Braden didn't care. This was ok. No, this was absolutely amazing.
Then Braden ran his palms over her nipples and she groaned into his mouth. The man drank it in, but Psyc was tugging at the waist of her shirt, untucking it just enough to get his hands inside. His teeth teased her earlobe and his hands slid against the bare skin at her waist.
"Let me take your shirt off, Rhaven," Psyc whispered against her ear.
He tugged and she leaned back, pulling her mouth from Braden's. Psyc got her shirt over her head, and then Braden removed her bra. Psyc's eyes just dropped to her chest. Then