by Elia Winters
Hannah climbed onto Ben’s lap, straddling his hips, then gave Mitchell a smoldering stare.
“Do you like watching?” she asked Mitchell, running her hands over Ben’s shoulders.
“Fuck yes.”
Hannah licked her lips, then turned to Ben. “What about you?”
Ben smiled. “Isn’t it obvious?”
“But I like to hear you say it.” She rocked her hips against him.
“Yes, I like watching.”
Mitchell had fantasized so recently about telling Ben how to fuck Hannah. Reality sizzled like fantasy never could, and if he wanted something, he had to go for it. “Kiss him again,” he ordered.
Hannah’s eyes widened, and she looked between Ben and Mitchell, smiling and then ducking her head away. Oh, interesting. This situation made her shy, and that was both adorable and smoking hot.
Mitchell smirked. “You like it when I tell you what to do?”
Hannah turned pink, color rising in her cheeks, but she made eye contact again. “Yeah.”
Mitchell stretched an arm along the back of the couch. “Then do what I say.”
Hannah hesitated only a moment before leaning back into Ben to kiss him once more.
Ben returned her kiss, his hands sliding up Hannah’s back, holding her against him. Mitchell couldn’t believe how much he wanted this, surprised by the depth of his desire, the intensity of his longing. Leaning in, he slid a hand into Hannah’s hair. She broke the kiss with a gasp at the sudden touch, looking over at Mitchell with wide eyes. Like he’d done in her bedroom, Mitchell carefully closed his hand into a fist, pulling just enough so she would know he was here. With her held in place, he asked, “Do you want more?”
She tried to nod, then weakly whispered, “Yes.” Her voice had already grown husky.
Mitchell looked to Ben, who nodded. He knew Ben, knew where this would head, and he was ready. He released Hannah’s hair.
Ben touched her cheek. “Come to bed with us.”
Chapter Eight
Hannah had gone into this meeting with a clear sense about what she wanted, and with the hopes of getting these men into bed with her, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t nervous. Her heart was thrumming full speed, ratcheting against her ribs, hindering her breathing. That had to be the reason she was so light-headed, right?
Or maybe it was because of Mitchell standing right behind her as she followed Ben into his bedroom. Mitchell was close enough that he could keep a hand on her back, guiding her firmly forward. It wasn’t like she couldn’t get away. She didn’t even want to get away. But his gentle pushing felt like the perfect kind of control she liked in bed.
Ben’s room was a surprise. She had anticipated a blue or gray bedding set, like what a bachelor typically used, maybe some action figures, probably some shit about beer and some family photos. Instead, this was a comfort paradise: a king-size bed with a large, fluffy white comforter dominated the space, but the nightstands—there were two—had candles on them and one of those aromatherapy liquid jars with the wooden sticks. He had decorated his walls with art; she recognized prints from Klimt and Van Gogh. The flat-panel television and gaming consoles fit her stereotypical expectations, as did the bookcase filled with—from what she could tell at a quick glance—mostly science fiction, but the rest was a complete surprise.
“Not what you expected?” Ben asked.
Mitchell sighed. “I tell him all the time, nobody’s going to believe you like women at all when you have this room.”
“I love defying stereotypes.”
Hannah pointed to what was illuminating the gauzy drapes. “You know these are twinkle lights, right?”
“I don’t understand why my desires for comfort are an indication of my sexuality at all.” Ben put a hand over his heart in mock haughtiness. “It isn’t my fault that Mitchell wants to live like a monk.”
“Oh?” She turned to Mitchell. “So no twinkle lights and king-size bed for you?”
“He sleeps on a futon,” Ben offered.
“I do not.” Mitchell rolled his eyes. “I have an actual bed. I just don’t go for all the…” He waved his hand, looking for the word. “…trimmings.”
Ben scooped her easily into his arms. Shit, she was not going to get used to that. Hannah felt small in Ben’s arms, and she never felt small. He grinned at Mitchell. “Speaking of the trimmings.”
His tone ignited her from the inside, as did the way Mitchell looked from Hannah to Ben like he couldn’t decide who to eat first. Fuck. This just might kill her tonight, and that would be a hell of a way to go.
Ben tossed her—actually tossed her—onto the bed, and she landed in the middle, dazed and laughing. Then Ben turned to Mitchell. “Where do you want to start?”
Mitchell’s answering smile was wicked, the kind of smile that made her toes curl. “Hannah’s wearing too many clothes. Don’t you think?”
“Oh, definitely. Definitely.” Ben approached her, climbing onto the bed, but paused before he touched her. “You’ll say if we start to do anything you don’t want, right?”
“Yes, obviously. Get on with it.”
Ben chuckled, starting on the buttons of her blouse while Mitchell climbed onto the bed with them. “Somebody’s impatient.”
Mitchell held her chin, fixing her with that smoldering, mischievous stare. “Better not get too greedy. Anything could happen yet.”
They went for her clothes, and Jesus, this was like being in the middle of a whirlwind. Hannah was naked before she knew it, and before she had a chance to get nervous about it in any way, Ben started kissing her with a thoroughness that wiped all thoughts from her mind. She lay back, and he followed, stretching out alongside her and continuing to kiss her as one of his large hands encircled her breast. He swallowed her gasp. How was it possible to be this overwhelmed when they’d barely begun? He moved his hand, but before she could catch her breath, a mouth sucked hard at her nipple.
Fuck, that couldn’t be Ben, because she was still kissing him. Hannah broke the kiss to breathe. Mitchell’s hot lips pulled at her flesh, teeth pressing into the skin. Ben caught the other nipple in his mouth. Holy shit, her pussy flooded, the stimulation connected directly to her clit. Hot, wet lips and sharp teeth, twin sensations of pleasure and pain, and there was not enough air in this room.
“Ohh,” she breathed, not sure what to do with her hands, lifting them a few times and then letting them drop to the bed, limp. She couldn’t help lifting her hips into the air, reflexively.
Mitchell smiled at her, then at Ben. “She likes that.”
Teeth dug sharply into her nipple again, the bite like a jolt through her sensitive skin. Ben lifted his head. “She does, yeah.”
Being talked about like she wasn’t here was somehow even hotter than what was literally happening.
“Have you tasted her pussy yet?” Mitchell asked Ben. “It’s fantastic.” Hannah clenched around nothing.
“Well, I’ll have to get in on that.” He winked at Hannah. This focused attention on her was more than overwhelming; exhilaration and fear mingled in her blood. His playfulness, though, eased that tension somewhat.
Mitchell moved to sit up against the headboard, then shifted Hannah in between his legs so she was leaning back against his chest. In this position, he could reach down and pull her legs apart, spreading her open. Here was this exposure again, the kind that triggered all her mixed, aroused feelings about being vulnerable. She couldn’t cover herself and had to take what they wanted to give her, and a whimper escaped her.
“Perfect.” Mitchell murmured his words right into her ear. “That’s how I like to see you.”
Ben casually slid between Hannah’s thighs, looking up at the two of them. Still keeping that eye contact, he leaned in and licked her clit.
“Fuck!” The flash of pleasure made her jerk in Mitchell’s arms, and he held her more tightly.
Long, firm licks over her clit had her twitching in seconds, and she was going to fall a
part. This was too much, and with Mitchell holding her thighs spread, Ben could take his time with her. His beard tickled her thighs, but she couldn’t squirm away even as she writhed. She gripped at Mitchell’s wrists where he held her open, but she wasn’t strong enough, and fuck, she didn’t want to be. Being forced to sit here and take it was everything she hadn’t known she wanted.
A sudden pressure at her pussy made her look down, opening eyes that she hadn’t realized were closed. Ben’s fingers, two of them almost as wide as a cock, slid inside her with no resistance, and suddenly she was full. God, she couldn’t get enough air. Hannah sucked in breaths, a familiar pressure pulsing inside her as he hit her G-spot. With Ben’s mouth on her clit, fingers inside her, her climax was bearing down on her like a tidal wave.
“You want him to make you come?” Mitchell asked her. “Is that what you want?”
Hannah couldn’t form words. When she tried to speak, only a low moan came out. She was already starting to tense up around his fingers, trembling with arousal, but it wasn’t quite enough. She wasn’t there yet.
“Ask for it.” He brushed her earlobe with his mouth again, hot and tingling. “Ask to come.”
God, what were words? She moaned and swore. “Fuck. Oh. May…may I please come?” That high-pitched voice couldn’t be her own, like the words were coming from the end of a long tunnel. Now she was hovering on the precipice of orgasm. Who was she asking? Ben? Mitchell? She needed that rapture, but she wanted permission, wanted him to make her come.
Mitchell kissed her neck. “Not yet.”
Hannah whimpered and squirmed. She hadn’t expected him to tell her no, and now her body seemed doomed to betray her, teetering so close as she tried to fight the climax she desperately wanted.
“Good girl.”
His praise made her whimper, a reminder that she was at their mercy.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, I can’t wait.”
Mitchell held her open, nibbling on her earlobe, while she panted and shook and squirmed against Ben’s relentless assault on her tender flesh. Fuck, she wasn’t going to be able to hold out, and she wanted Mitchell’s permission so badly, wanted to please him so much it should frighten her.
He finally whispered the words she was desperate to hear. “Yes. Come.”
Hannah exploded, euphoria crashing through her, pussy clenching tight around Ben’s fingers as he sucked and licked her throbbing clit. And he didn’t stop, carrying her through the pleasure, the sheer toe-curling intensity of orgasm. Mitchell held her, his presence a dim constant against her back through the searing climax, reminding her that they were both here, both taking her apart in different ways, both witness to this glorious, overwhelming ecstasy.
Hannah slumped down in Mitchell’s arms at last, panting, and he released his grip on her legs. The skin tingled where he had been holding her so tight. Those sounds were probably Ben moving around, but she could barely lift her head, limp and catching her breath.
Fuck, that was amazing. Feeling had returned to her extremities, so she sat up and brushed her tangled hair back. “Holy shit.”
“Good?” Ben sat back down on the bed, looking like he’d just cleaned up.
“Awesome.” She laughed, postorgasmic looseness and relaxation weighing down her limbs.
“I had a sense you might like that, yeah.” Mitchell reached out to touch her hair, more intimate than she’d expected. Turning, she leaned in to kiss him. Although his return kiss was tender and reserved, his hard dick pressed insistently against her thigh.
Sitting back, she looked between the two of them. They were beautiful, both of them. How much was she allowed to ask for here? This had been all about her so far, but curiosity about them together had been niggling at the back of her mind since Ben first told her the nature of their relationship.
“Can I watch you two?”
“Watch us what?” Mitchell smiled, teasing. The ass. He knew what she was asking. “What do you want to watch? Want to see us run the restaurant?”
Ben chuckled. “Clean the condo?”
“I don’t think she wants to see any of that, Ben.” Mitchell shook his head in mock disappointment. “I’m pretty sure she wants to see something sexual.”
“I’m scandalized.” Ben’s broad smile made his eyes twinkle, his expression belying his words. “So scandalized.”
Mitchell was already scooting around in the center of the bed toward Ben, who made room for him. Ben put his hand over his heart. “I think we’re being objectified, Mitchell.”
“Must be.” Mitchell stretched out alongside Ben, and without hesitating, leaned in and kissed him. Ben tipped his head, angling to deepen the kiss, one hand gripping Mitchell’s arm. Fuck, this was sexier than she had imagined. One of them gasped breathlessly—it was hard to tell who, and it didn’t matter. They kissed like they had been hungry for it.
A sudden uncomfortable feeling settled in her stomach, like she was intruding in something much deeper and more intense than she had foreseen.
Mitchell’s hand squeezed Ben’s cock through his jeans, and Ben groaned and pushed into Mitchell’s grip. Hannah stared, rapt, as finally Mitchell moved his hand away and Ben broke the kiss. Their faces remained close together, eyes opening, the moment between them heavy with unspoken intensity. Hot damn. A deep, primal longing surged in her body, and her urge to fuck them both overwhelmed any momentary past uncertainty about being a voyeur.
Ben and Mitchell both looked at her at the same time and then moved apart, like they’d realized at the same time they weren’t alone. Mitchell cleared his throat, visibly getting his bearings.
“I want to watch Ben fuck you.”
Hannah had no time to respond to Mitchell’s statement before Ben kissed her hard, tumbling her backward, and she huffed out a breath of both surprise and laughter. God, he was massive, almost imposing as he kissed her. His lips tasted like her and like Mitchell, a weirdly intoxicating combination. She wanted more of this, wanted everything harder, faster, now, and reached down to try to touch Ben’s body. Her hands gripped cloth.
Hannah twisted her head away to get a breath. “Listen.” Looking up into Ben’s eyes, she tried to make a serious expression. “You have got to take your fucking clothes off.”
Ben started to laugh and rolled away to sit up. She rounded on Mitchell. “You too! I am the only one naked. I’m half of a porno here.”
Mitchell tipped his head to the side. “I would say you look like a whole porno all by yourself, but I don’t think that’s a compliment.”
Hannah brushed her long hair back over her shoulder. “No. No, it’s not.” She stopped to think about it. “Maybe it is a little bit.” But then they started undressing, and all her attention focused on the swaths of skin unveiled by every piece of clothing the men stripped away.
Ben finished undressing first, so large he loomed over both of them even when he sat back down on the bed. Hannah took his cock in hand, stroking his length, savoring the velvety smoothness. He seemed to swell even more with her touch.
Mitchell shifted nearby, and she checked him out as well. There was so much to look at here. Mitchell was watching her touch Ben with hungry intensity.
“He’s huge, isn’t he?” Mitchell licked his lips.
She continued stroking him, fluid slicking the head of his cock. He twitched in her hand with each stroke. “I can barely wrap my hand around him.”
Ben’s eyelids fluttered, his mouth open, breathing hard with her touch.
Mitchell smiled. “It’s overwhelming, right?” He casually reached down to his own dick and began to stroke it with a light, graceful ease.
She pictured Mitchell and Ben together again, running through the variety of options she’d fantasized about. “Does he fuck you?” She looked at Mitchell.
Mitchell hesitated. “No. Not yet. I, uh…” He laughed. “Not sure I could handle that.”
Ben spoke quietly, breath hitching. “You know…I’d take good care of you.”
Hannah shivered. The words weren’t for her, but the tenderness and seduction in that tone hit her straight to her core nonetheless.
“I like him to fuck me.” Ben smiled at Hannah. “When we do it that way. He feels so good inside me.”
Hannah rubbed her thumb across the slit of his cock. Her mind went to an image of Ben bent over the bed, his cock hanging heavy and dripping as Mitchell pumped in and out of his ass. God, she wanted to see that sometime, if she ever had the chance to do this again.
Ben put his hand over hers on his cock. “Easy. I don’t want to come yet.”
Hannah took the condom Mitchell tossed onto the bed. This process was so sexy, carefully sheathing a man’s cock in latex, watching the condom stretch around his girth, anticipating what was to come.
“Get on your hands and knees. Face me.”
She hadn’t expected it to be Mitchell who directed her, but she probably should have. Mitchell sat back against the headboard, his cock in his hand, watching them. The dominance in his voice was almost sexier than what they were doing. Oh, in this position, kneeling and facing him, his cock was so close, she couldn’t help leaning down to take it in her mouth.
Mitchell sucked in a breath and moaned. Fuck, that was so hot. She loved everything about this, his salty taste, the way he filled her mouth, the warmth of his body. He stroked a hand through her hair, then a gentle tug. Suddenly, she felt fingers at her pussy again, Ben behind her, opening her up more than before. Oh god, the stretch. Three fingers, probably, thick and full, and she whimpered around Mitchell’s cock. Ben’s thumb brushed back and forth over her clit, and she pushed her hips back, fucking onto his hand.
Mitchell tugged on her hair then, and she lifted her head, lips slick, looking into his eyes.
“I want to watch your face.” He smiled and brushed her hair back. “Don’t stop looking at me.”
The bed shifted as Ben moved behind her. This position was always so deep, so full, and with a cock like Ben’s, she was going to feel every inch. His thighs brushed hers, and then a blunt, solid force pressed against her pussy.
