by Jess Dee
She smiled, even as her breath hitched. “That would be…perfectly okay with me.” And with that, she drew Ben’s hand from her cheek and placed it on the mound of her pussy.
Ben didn’t hesitate. Couldn’t. He slid his hand lower, over the swollen nub of her clit and let his finger delve between her feminine folds.
Well, hell!
The woman was wet, her pussy slick and warm.
“Kiss me, Ben,” she whispered. “Make love to me.”
A fierce moan escaped him before he was aware it had formed in his throat, and then she was in his arms, and he was kissing her again. Running his tongue over hers, tasting the hunger on her lips.
As for his finger, Christ, his finger was where it had to be, tunneling inside her slippery channel, dipping deep between her velvety walls.
Ben wrapped his free arm around her shoulders, pulling her as close as he could in this position, then he spun them both around, giving Will what he wanted. A clear view of Melissa from behind.
The man had sat back down on the couch opposite them, and just imagining what Will saw inflamed Ben—Melissa’s long, toned legs, ending at her firm, slim arse. Her firm, slim, naked arse. And the gentle swell of her bare hips and tiny waist. Never mind the wild mane of russet hair that covered her back.
Perfect as the image would be, Ben knew it wasn’t enough.
Will would want to see everything.
Ben showed him, inserting his knee between Melissa’s thighs, forcing her legs wider apart.
Will’s soft groan told Ben he’d achieved what he’d intended. From his angle, Will would be able to see Ben’s finger moving in and out of Melissa. He added another digit, and Melissa trembled in his arms.
Throughout it all, Ben kissed her. Claimed her mouth for himself.
Melissa twisted, ground herself down on his fingers and tore at the buttons on his shirt. One or two popped off, and she grabbed his top with both hands and ripped it open all the way. Even as she shoved it over his shoulders, she ground her breasts into his naked chest, pressing her nipples into his skin.
God, would he ever get enough of this woman? Ever tire of sipping from her lips, caressing her breasts, filling her pussy?
He doubted it.
He tore his mouth from hers and dropped his head to her breasts, tugging a distended nipple into his mouth. Her soft cries led him on as he suckled, licked, nipped and kissed her, first one breast and then the other, and though he could have gorged forever, a more urgent need grew within.
“Need to taste you, sweetness. Taste all of you.” He dropped to his knees in front of her, buried his head in her groin and within seconds was running his tongue over her clit.
She shook at his ministrations and cried out his name, but still it wasn’t enough, still he couldn’t taste all of her.
Will also must have thought it wasn’t enough. “Show me,” he said. “Show me everything.”
Ben picked Melissa up, placing an arm beneath her knees and one around her shoulders. He carried her across the room and laid her down on her back on the floor.
“Bend your knees, sweetness,” he instructed.
“Like this?” She offered Will an unhindered view between her legs.
“Just like that.”
“Perfect,” Will growled as he yanked off his shirt.
Ben let him appreciate the sight for maybe three seconds, and then Ben’s hunger—and his possessiveness—got the better of him. He crouched above Melissa, a knee on either side of her head, leaned forward and took possession of her gleaming cunt. In this position there was no obstruction to feasting to his heart’s content.
And feast he did, licking Melissa, from her slit to her clit, repeatedly, until she squirmed beneath him, twisting her hips, giving him even better access. As she moaned his name and her body began to tighten in prelude to her orgasm—which Ben anticipated with fervor—she did something he hadn’t expected.
Rather than succumb to the passion that had her entire body trembling, she lifted her face and buried her nose in his groin.
“Me too,” she whispered. “I need to taste you while you taste me.” Her hands were on his zip, and she was opening his pants, pushing them over his hips. Ben kicked off his shoes. Christ, he wanted to focus on her pleasure, wanted to give her a little portion of paradise—an orgasm so strong it took her breath away.
But Melissa took his freed cock in her hands, stroked it and opened her mouth.
Ben forgot what he was doing. He forgot everything save the sensation of those hot, wet lips wrapping around him, pulling him into her mouth. Deep, deeper. Then releasing him.
No, fuck. Don’t let go. Ever!
Her tongue was wicked. And wonderful, licking him all over, lapping at his tip, drawing him into her mouth again. She sucked her cheeks in tight, caressing him with their satiny heat, then she scraped her teeth ever so softly against his hypersensitive skin as she released him.
Ben had two choices. He could give himself over to the decadent pleasure of her mouth and come, or he could man up to the occasion, force back the orgasm building in his scrotum and give Melissa the attention she deserved.
He dipped his head back down and slid his tongue over Melissa’s dewy lips, lapping at her juices. He refused to think about her mouth or the way it caressed him. Refused to think how easily he could lose control. Ben slid his tongue as far as it could go into her channel.
“Fuck,” Will gasped. “That is so fucking hot.”
It was hot. And getting steamier by the minute.
Ben had no choice. He had to extricate himself from Mel’s torturous mouth. She released him with a wet slurp but wasn’t ready to let him go altogether. As he continued to devour her pussy, she trailed the tip of her tongue up and down the length of his shaft.
It felt…subliminal.
“I’d love to see you come, Mel,” Will said. “Love to watch you explode all over Ben’s tongue.”
Melissa whimpered.
“I’m as turned on as you are,” Will told her. “Watching you two together, seeing what you do to each other, Christ, it’s making me ache.”
Melissa withdrew her tongue from Ben’s cock as she moved her head. “Y-you’re stroking yourself.” Her voice was hoarse, raspy as sin.
“It’s because of you. Because of what you and Ben are doing. It’s about the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.”
“V-very sexy,” Melissa agreed. “So s-sexy I’m gonna come. Soon.”
Her body trembled.
“Show me,” Will encouraged her.
Melissa grabbed Ben’s thighs, gripped them tight. A fresh stream of juice slid from her channel.
Ben lapped it up, lapped at her clit, laved her over and over. He luxuriated in the shivers rippling through her, in the throaty moans she couldn’t repress. Every one of her muscles tensed beneath him.
Close. She was close. Ben pressed harder on her clit.
“Let go, Melissa,” Will instructed. “Come for Ben.”
Melissa exploded. Her body tensed and then shuddered. The lips of her pussy clenched beneath his tongue, and her clit was rigid. Her cries filled the air, and her fingertips dug into Ben’s hips.
Ben savored her orgasm, licked her through it. God, he loved it when she came, loved watching her let go of her control, let her passionate, wanton side out to play.
The last of her shudders had barely rolled away when Will spoke again. “She looks…delicious.”
His voice came from close, real close, and Ben was forced to lift his head to look at him. He knelt at Melissa’s feet.
“She is delicious.”
Will looked at Melissa’s pussy, his expression hungry. “May I?”
Ben looked at Melissa. “May he?”
She answered with a whimper.
“That’s a yes,” he translated, and scooted back to let his friend have a taste.
The second Will’s tongue touched Melissa, she yelped. “Ben!”
“Right here, sweetness.” H
e stroked her hair.
She reached out, found his free hand and clutched it.
“He’s… Will’s… Oh, God…he’s…”
“I know he is, Mel. I’m right here, watching.” His heart hammered, and his dick slapped against his stomach. He didn’t want to find this arousing, didn’t want to be turned on by his friend going down on the woman he loved, but God help him, he loved watching. “How’s it feel, sweetness?”
“So good.” Her soft moans filled the air.
“Describe it.”
“N-naughty. Feels naughty.”
“And?”
She paused, panted heavily. “Thrilling. D-different from you.”
Ouch. “I’m not thrilling?”
“You’re the most thrilling. But with Will…it’s…forbidden, enticing.”
“And with me?”
A soft, content sigh whispered from her mouth. “With you it’s perfect. Every time.”
Ben kissed her. Claimed her mouth and kept it. Will could have her pussy—for now. But her mouth, the lips that had called him perfect, were his. Will could do whatever Melissa asked him to do tonight. But he couldn’t have her mouth. He couldn’t kiss her.
Because that was Ben’s job.
Melissa groaned, and Ben captured the sound with his lips, kissing her harder. Within seconds she was twisting, arching her back, whimpering. And then she was coming, climaxing on Will’s tongue.
Ben kissed her through it and was gratified to note that not once, no matter how hard she came, did she release his lips. She wanted his kiss as much as he wanted hers.
Chapter Thirteen
Melissa lay supported in Ben’s arms, breathless. He’d shifted so he sat behind her and pulled her into the V of his legs, her back to his chest.
The rigid length of his erection pressed against her lower back, and his arms were wrapped around her front. He lent her strength and structure where her body had none, and she leaned into him, gratefully accepting his support, luxuriating in his warmth, his hardness.
Two orgasms, from two incredibly sexy men, in such quick succession, left her winded. And shivery. And sated. Well, half-sated anyway.
Because as exquisite as their joint attack had been so far, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t all she wanted. Just for tonight she wanted everything Ben and Will had to give her physically. She wanted both of them, at the same time. And she wasn’t thinking about their tongues.
This was an opportunity unlike any she’d ever experienced before, a chance to lose herself to the untold pleasures offered by two talented men.
Ben had challenged her about her lack of a social life, had made her aware of everything she’d given up in order to make herself into a successful woman and banish her fears of future failure.
He’d challenged her, and then he’d done the unbelievable. Given her the social, private and personal life she hadn’t allowed herself for years. Not since she’d broken up with Thomas.
She’d grabbed onto his special gift, clutched it close and made the most of it. She’d let Ben into her heart, started feeling things for him she had no business feeling for anyone.
And now the man who had challenged her to do what she wanted to do, to set goals that would make her happy, had once again paved the way for her to access pleasure and happiness. He’d offered her a threesome. Brought his friend in to play with them for a night.
It blew her mind.
Imagining herself with Ben and Will was one thing. Carrying through on those fantasies? Another thing altogether. Alone she’d never have acted. Never have expressed her desire to fuck two men. But she hadn’t been alone. Ben was with her, every step of the way. Holding her hand, guiding her through the process.
Just like he’d been holding her hand and guiding her since that first night in his office.
“You doing okay, sweetness?” he asked now.
The caring in his voice reached her heart, settling in there. She smiled and shivered, the after-effect of two incredible orgasms. Or maybe she shivered from the startling realization that Ben meant more to her than she’d ever dreamed he might. “I’m doing great—in case you couldn’t tell from my physical responses.”
“You had enough yet?” This from Will.
Er, hell no! “Have you?”
He grinned and pointed to his erection. “Does it look like I’ve had enough?”
His cock was hard, throbbing. Melissa couldn’t help wondering what it would be like having both men inside her at the same time.
Would it hurt? Probably. Two penises would be a challenge. But she had no doubt the pleasure would eclipse the pain. The very anticipation of what was to come had her body quivering and heat flowing to her cunt.
Two penises inside her. Two.
She returned her gaze to Will’s face. “It looks like you have a long way to go before you’re ready to call it a day.”
Will chuckled. “She’s observant, this one,” he told Ben. “Doesn’t miss a trick.”
“Not a single trick,” Ben agreed.
Melissa moved his hands so they covered her breasts, and pushed into them. Ben needed no further encouragement. He caressed her breasts, stroked them, pinched lightly at her nipples and then a bit harder, until pleasure mixed with pain and Melissa groaned out loud.
Will regarded Ben with a solemn expression. “What about you, mate? You had enough yet?”
Ben held her tighter, cupped both breasts in his palms. “Truth is, I can’t seem to get enough of her, ever.”
Just like Mel couldn’t seem to get enough of Ben. Ever.
Will nodded. “I can see that. Which is why I’m asking again. Have you had enough of this? Of three of us?”
Mel held her breath, aware of the change of energy in the room. The topic of conversation hadn’t changed, but something about Ben and Will had. There was a seriousness in the air that hadn’t been there before.
As Will studied Ben, waiting for his response, so Melissa studied Will. And she noticed something interesting. Will had absolute respect for Ben. Ben’s answer, whatever it might be, would be final. Will would not question it. If Ben said he’d had enough, Will would leave.
Her heart pounded. Would Ben say enough?
God, she hoped not. Not before she’d had a chance to fuck them both.
But why was Ben hesitating? Had he had enough? He’d set this entire encounter up. Why reconsider now? Wasn’t this what he wanted? The length of his erection on her back told her it was. His silence, and the stillness of his hands, told her the opposite.
She couldn’t bear the quiet. “Ben?”
He buried his nose in her neck, inhaled. “I can’t get enough of you, sweetness. When you’re not around, I need to be with you. And when you are around I just want more.”
Melissa closed her eyes and whimpered, delighted in his words. She felt exactly the same way. “I want more of you too, Ben. Always. But w-what about when Will is also around? Do you still want more?”
Ben answered her question with a question of his own. “Do you?”
She opened her eyes, looked at Will, appreciated his beauty all over again. “I do.” Butterflies rose and fluttered in her belly, and her breasts tightened further. “Just for tonight, I want you both.”
“Then just for tonight, that’s what I want too.” Ben’s cock jerked against her back as though confirming his words.
“Show me, Benny Boy,” Will said. “Show me how much you want her.” His eyes gleamed with desire.
Ben snaked a hand down over her belly, and lower, until his finger slid over the wetness between her legs, sending a jolt of pure lust through her. “I’ll need a condom for that,” he told Will.
Melissa dropped her head back on Ben’s shoulder, closed her eyes and let his touch thrill her, excite her all over again. She thrust against his finger and spread her legs wider. She may have just had two stunning orgasms but already her body prepared for another. Slick heat trickled onto Ben’s finger, and she arched her back, hoping he’d dip
inside her and fill the hollowness that built steadily with his caresses.
Movement in front of her told her Will had stood up, walked away. Seconds later he was back.
“One for you, one for me.”
Ben reached up with his free hand, and something crinkled close to her ear. Still he stroked her.
“Show me,” Will said again, and once more he moved away.
“You have the energy to move, sweetness?”
Her limbs felt languorous, lazy, but if moving meant more pleasure from Ben, she’d do it. “Mm-hm.”
“Okay, then I need you to turn around. Give me a sec to get this on, and then plant your sweet arse on my lap and wrap your legs around my waist.”
With muscles as languid and liquid as hot honey, she slowly twisted and turned until she knelt where Ben wanted her—straddling his lap as he sat on the floor. Will sat behind her, back on the couch.
“That’s it, sweetness. Now lower yourself down onto me.” Ben held her hips, and watched her with eyes as dark as night. His lips were full and swollen from kissing her—all over—and she couldn’t wait to press her mouth against his again, taste his tongue, breathe his air. “Guide me inside,” he whispered. “Make me a part of you.”
Mel didn’t need Ben’s cock to know he was already inside of her. Sometime over the past few weeks he’d become a part of her. She took his shaft gently in her hand, held it in place and listened to his groans as she slid her pussy down over the length, enveloping him completely. His eyelids looked heavy, as though he had trouble keeping them open, and a breath of air hissed softly from his mouth.
“Damn… Mel…” And then he stopped talking. Didn’t seem able for a few seconds.
Lord, he felt good inside. The hollowness receded with every inch she took him in, replaced by a sense of bone-deep satisfaction and crazy-arsed desire. Ben made her crazy. Made her feel wanton and sexy and loved and adored. Ben made her feel. Full stop.
“He’s loving this, Mel,” Will whispered. “He’s in heaven.”
Ben wasn’t the only one. “I am too,” she whispered back.
“I’ve never seen him look like that before,” Will said. “As though he’s found his very own piece of paradise inside you.” His voice was filled with a soft reverence.
