by Jess Dee
“You are my paradise, sweetness,” Ben said softly. His hands crept up her back and tunneled in her hair.
Just like he had become her paradise. She dropped the softest kisses on his lips as warmth filled every inch of her being.
Long moments later, Melissa had to clear her throat to speak. Emotion made forming words difficult. “Will?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you going to join us?”
“Soon,” he promised. “Very soon. But watching you two, together, it…” He inhaled deeply. “It takes my breath away. I could watch you all night.”
Shivers raced up her spine. “It’s pleasurable for you?”
Will nodded and gave her a beautiful smile, his dimple creasing his cheek. “Intensely pleasurable.” His hand was once again wrapped around his shaft, and his blue eyes were now almost as dark as Ben’s. “Make it even more so. Make love to Ben while I watch. Kiss your lover.”
Melissa was only too happy to comply. She turned her head into Ben’s waiting kiss and lost herself to his taste and to Will’s gaze.
Ben pulled away to change positions. “Wrap your legs around my waist, sweetness. Take me in as deep as you can.”
It was awkward, but with Ben’s help she managed, and the change in position seated Ben’s cock deeper inside her.
“Now what?” As if she needed direction. Instinct told her what to do, but she liked Ben giving her instructions.
“Now wrap your arms around my neck.” His hands were on her back, caressing her up and down the length of it.
She obeyed. “And now?”
Will answered. “Now you kiss him again.”
“Gladly.” She melded her mouth to Ben’s.
And for the longest time, instructions weren’t necessary. They moved together as one, Melissa riding Ben, Ben stroking up into her. Their lips and tongues tangled together as Will whispered words of encouragement.
Making love to Ben while Will had watched through his window was a thrill. Making love to Ben, with Will right behind her, had shivers whizzing up and down her spine. It had her pussy wetter than it had ever been, and it had her skin tingling.
Ben kissed her as though his life depended on it. Kissed her as though he treasured and adored her, and she kissed him right back, returning all his enthusiasm.
“Benny Boy?” Will said eons later.
Ben broke the kiss. “Hmmm?”
“Show me her arse.”
“You got it.” He kissed her again before asking her, “Ready?”
She nodded, not quite sure what she was ready for, but ready nevertheless.
Ben stretched his legs out beneath her, held her carefully and began to lean back. Melissa had no choice. She had to climb onto her knees again or risk having her legs squashed beneath Ben. She crouched over him, but only until he was on his back, and then he was urging her down again, urging her closer. She knelt with her knees on either side of his waist and lowered her upper body down to meet his.
Ben took her mouth in a bone-melting kiss while he stroked into her. He placed a hand on each of her butt cheeks and pulled them slightly apart, seating himself deeper inside her.
She lost herself to the wonder of his lovemaking, to the shivers down her spine, to the knowledge that Will could see not only her arse, but every thrust of Ben’s shaft inside her.
And when something cool and slippery touched her crack, Melissa yelped.
She should have known to expect it, should have realized it was coming. But she’d been so absorbed in Ben’s lovemaking, in his kisses, in him, the touch came as a surprise.
She relaxed into it, let Will’s finger caress her hole as Ben fucked her. Let Will rub erotic circles around her anus, let him up the ante, increasing her arousal about ten times over.
And when Will dipped his finger inside her, past the ring of muscle keeping him out, Melissa groaned out loud.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he encouraged. “Just settle in and enjoy yourself.”
Settle in? Was he nuts? How could anyone this turned on settle in?
He slipped another finger inside her, slid them both deep.
She gasped. It was a tight fit, but damn, it felt good.
“I feel it too, sweetness.” Ben never lost his tempo, although perspiration beaded on his forehead. “I feel the pressure.”
“More,” Melissa demanded.
A third finger breached her arse.
She gasped. Okay. Even tighter. Fuller. But it just made Ben feel that much better inside her.
Will pumped his fingers in and out, timing his rhythm to Ben’s movements. And when Melissa began to whimper, because she couldn’t seem to help herself, he withdrew them.
“Nooo!” No, no, no. That was the last thing she wanted.
“Shh, Mel. I’m not going anywhere. Promise.”
Quite the opposite, he stepped in close. Or maybe knelt in close, the hair from his muscled leg pressing against the back of her thigh.
She had no idea how he was positioned, couldn’t turn to see. Ben had captured her gaze with his, and she couldn’t look away. He stared so deep into her eyes she thought he might be seeing through to every thought in her head, every feeling in her heart.
Could he understand them? Could he make sense of the montage of emotions swirling around inside, sort through the tangle of thoughts in her mind? Could he see she’d fallen for him, hard? She stared back at Ben, looked into his dark eyes and lost herself in them.
She sighed. What a perfect place to get lost. She almost wished she’d never find her way back.
Will brought her back. Or the pressure on her arse did. This time it wasn’t his fingers that stroked at her hole. It was just as cool, just as slippery as his hand had been, but it was bigger, thicker.
Melissa didn’t dare breathe. She lay where she was, aware that even Ben had stilled as she opened herself for Will’s invading cock.
“I’m wearing a condom,” Will assured her. “And a ton of lube. Gonna make this good for you, beautiful. Gonna make this good for all three of us.”
“Trust him,” Ben said. “Let him in.”
How could she not? Already he’d breached her hole, leaving her with no doubt of the thickness of his cock. She’d never had anything that large inside her backside before.
Now Ben wasn’t the only one sweating. Perspiration slithered down Melissa’s spine.
Could she do this? Could she fit them both in? Perhaps the reality wasn’t quite as exciting as the fantasy, after all.
Ben stilled, aware of her discomfort. “It’ll only last a minute,” he promised. “And then the pleasure will mask the pain.”
“B-burns a bit.”
Will hesitated, then withdrew slowly from her.
She hated that he’d left her. Swore at him. “No, fuck. What are you doing?”
“Just giving you time to adjust, that’s all.” And then he was sliding back inside her, deeper this time. And the burn was still there, but not quite as bad as before.
“Deeper,” she demanded.
He pushed in further.
Ben groaned.
“And again.” She wanted him in all the way. Wanted them both inside her.
Will withdrew once more, but before she had time to complain he drove slowly back inside.
Ben shut his eyes and moaned, and Melissa relaxed fully into Will’s thrust.
It was Will’s turn to moan. “I’m in. All the way. And damn, it feels good.”
Melissa couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. Full. She was so full. Jam-packed full of cock. One in each hole. It burned, but when Ben moved, seating himself deeper inside her, a shock of pleasure pulsed through her.
It was so damn amazing, she twisted her hips, seeking an instant replay.
Will howled, pulled out and thrust back inside her. He grabbed her hips, holding her firmly, and Melissa could have cried the sensations were so exquisite. Her instinct had been right. The pain didn’t go away, but the pleasure masked it.
; She was sandwiched between two males, both in the prime of their lives. Solid muscled cushioned her front, and raw power emanated from behind her.
How could one woman stand so much masculinity?
How could she not?
“Fuck me,” she begged, her physical appetite for the men insatiable. “Please, both of you, just fuck me.” Her greedy words echoed through the room. She knew then this wasn’t about making love. Making love was what she and Ben did when they were alone. This was sex in the rawest, most physical sense of the word.
“It’ll be our pleasure,” Will said.
“Just lie down and enjoy the ride, sweetness.” And as Ben took her mouth in yet another kiss, he and Will began to fuck her in earnest. It wasn’t hard to tell they’d done this before. Many times. They moved in perfect harmony, one filling her while the other withdrew. Every now and again they moved together, filling her at the same time, and that for Melissa was the ultimate.
She’d never felt this good, this aroused. Never known that two men could increase her pleasure and her excitement exponentially. They incited her passions, made her body burn. Goose bumps covered her skin, and her breath was a thin rasp of delight.
“I-is it as good for you…as for me?” she wanted to know.
“Better,” was Will’s response. Ben nodded vigorously.
“Can…can you feel each other?” She could feel them both so clearly, and she wondered, separated as they were by a thin membrane, if they could feel it too.
“Hard not to, sweetness. Every time he fucks you, I feel it along the length of my dick,” Ben said. “Like an increased pressure, a sensual stroke.”
Melissa groaned, the image so sensory she could almost feel it herself.
“And every time Ben fucks you, his scrotum touches mine.”
Oh, sweet heaven. Boy bits touching. Wow. That was a turn-on she’d never expected. It brought a fresh wave of heat to her loins. “D-do you like it?”
Ben tunneled his fingers into her hair. “I’m so aroused right now, any touch is titillating. Yours and Will’s. But his bits don’t turn me on. You do.” And then there was no more talking. Just fucking. And kissing.
And pleasure. Raw, animalistic, wanton pleasure. And pain. More pleasure though. Way more. Enough to inspire another orgasm. It built inside Melissa, rose higher and higher with each carnal thrust. She thought she might burst from it. Thought the sheer bliss of having both men inside her might make her explode.
It was Ben who reached his peak first. When he cried out and spasmed inside her, his cock pulsing over and over as Will continued to fuck her, Melissa could hold back her release no longer. The intensity of Ben’s climax broke her. She loved it when he orgasmed. It sent her rocketing into another plane, a plane where pleasure and passion and rapture ruled.
She came. Came so damn hard. Her muscles clamped around the two cocks inside her, held them both tight, then, unable to resist the impulse, released them. Again and again she convulsed on those two penises, fully aware of the men she was sandwiched between. The one behind her, so sexy, yet so unknown, and the one beneath her, so dear and so familiar. And just as sexy. No, more so.
Ben and Will were making her come. Ben and Will had inspired a wicked, wanton, dirty orgasm, and Melissa loved every single millisecond of it.
As her cries echoed off the wall, Will shouted behind her. And then he too was coming, his cock throbbing in her arse as he took his release.
Their combined cries and groans bounced off the walls. The scent of sex filled the air. The smell of desire and lust and spent passion. Long moments passed before Melissa’s heartbeat returned to normal, before her world stopped spinning, before she was cognizant of where she was.
She’d slumped atop Ben, her breasts squashed against his chest, her belly pressed into his stomach. And Will was strewn atop her back, his chest and stomach resting above her, his arms flopping at her sides.
No one moved for a very long time.
Chapter Fourteen
Hours after Will left, hours after Ben had drawn a long, hot, soothing bath for her and washed away every trace of stickiness, Melissa awoke in Ben’s bed. She rolled over, seeking out his heat and strength so she could curl back up and fall asleep again.
But Ben wasn’t there.
She was alone, with only the doona to keep her warm.
With nothing to do but wait for him to return, she let her mind wander. Her breath caught as she relived the perfection of the evening. Physically, it had been an adventure, a journey into the forbidden. A journey steeped with pleasure, excitement, thrills and taboos. Already she’d filed it away in a little imaginary folder of incredible experiences.
Emotionally, the experience had been life-altering. It had changed something inside Melissa. Softened a part of her she’d believed had hardened forever—her heart. Weeks ago she’d lost that same heart to Ben and then done everything in her power to pretend she hadn’t. Now she’d let him into it.
It was time to stop denying the truth. Time to acknowledge that whatever was happening between the two of them was real. Real enough that Melissa was having massive internal debates. She was rethinking her decision to forego a social life in favor of work and questioning her determination to not become involved—long term—with a man.
After tonight, she knew for sure she wanted Ben for more than a temporary fling. She wanted him for her happiness, her contentment and for her peace of mind. He’d become her reason for waking up in the morning and her reason for looking forward to work. He’d become everything she’d never allowed into her life, and now that he was there, now that he was a part of her, she never wanted to let him go.
Ben’s generosity took her breath away. He’d organized the entire evening. Set it up for her. He’d put her pleasure before his own so she would experience everything she’d secretly longed for and never allowed herself.
Sure, he’d had threesomes before—with women he didn’t care about. But Ben cared about Melissa. He’d told her as much. Told her he loved her. Wow. What a way to show it.
How could she not want the man in her life on a permanent basis?
Sleep eluded her. After what she’d done tonight with Ben and Will, Melissa needed the comfort and the security of Ben’s embrace. She rose, found one of Ben’s work shirts on the chair and slipped it over her shoulders, buttoning it just enough that it wouldn’t fall off. She inhaled, loving the way Ben’s scent enveloped her. Then she padded through the flat, looking for her lover.
The anticipation of finding him warmed her belly.
He sat in the dark lounge, in the same seat Will had occupied earlier. He didn’t seem to notice her crossing the room, and when she sat beside him, he didn’t acknowledge her presence. Surprised, she curled into his side, like she’d wanted to do in bed, and soaked up his body heat. “Hey, you.”
Ben didn’t answer.
There was an unexpected distance between them. An uncomfortable one. Almost as if Ben had pulled away from her emotionally.
She wasn’t sure how to breach the chasm.
“Ben?”
“Mm?
“You okay?”
“I guess.”
He guessed? “You wanna speak about it?”
Silence.
Mel hesitated, unsure what to do next. Ben was never this unresponsive with her. “Can’t sleep?”
He shook his head. “Nope.”
“It’s lonely in your room without you.”
Ben sighed. “I’m sorry, Mel. I’m just not up to making love at the moment.”
She pulled away from him, stung. “I didn’t come looking for you so you could fuck me. I came here because I missed you. The bed’s empty without you.”
He didn’t try to pull her back. “My mistake. I apologize.”
Distant. He was so aloof. She wasn’t quite sure how to deal with it. She stared at him, trying to make out his expression in the dark. It was impossible. “Would you like me to leave?” God, say no. Please. “I could
go home.”
Ben shook his head.
“You sure? It would give you some space.” He may have said no, but he acted as though distance was exactly what he needed. Even so, her offer almost choked her. For weeks Ben had attempted to close the space between them, and now that he’d achieved that closure, now that Melissa wanted to be as close to him as possible, he seemed to have pulled away.
Fear and hurt stabbed at Melissa’s belly.
What if he didn’t want her anymore? What if he’d gotten all he could from her, shared her with his friend, and now thought it was time to move on? Time to make her into a memory, just like he had with that first woman he and Will had shared. The woman from the pub.
Or maybe she was just being paranoid. He hadn’t exactly pushed her away or walked over to another seat. He just wasn’t being as attentive as usual.
“I don’t need space.”
Okay, then what did he need? She didn’t know, but she did know what she needed, and that was to show her gratitude to him. “I wanted to say thank you. For tonight.” And for every other night he’d been with her. Fought for her.
“Tonight?”
“For what you did. Inviting Will to join us. It was…” She stumbled, seeking the right word. “It was amazing. Unbelievable. I’ve never experienced anything like that in my life.”
Ben’s entire body stiffened. His only response was to shift further away from her.
She tried not to let his coldness affect her. “It was incredibly generous of you. If the situation were reversed, I’m not sure I’d have been so willing to share.” Scratch that. If Ben had been interested in another woman, Melissa would have been green with jealousy. She’d have wanted to claw the other woman’s eyes out. And probably Ben’s too.
Ben shrugged, his body still rigid. “Whatever, Mel.”
Whatever?
That was his only response? What on earth was going on? Why was he acting like this? Hurt suffused though her, scraping at her heart. The warmth in her body seeped away.
She stood up. Perhaps being in separate rooms would be better. She wasn’t ready to leave his flat. Not after everything that had happened between them, and not after she’d established how much she wanted him in her life. “I, er, I think I’ll make some tea. Would you like some?” She could use a mug. Maybe a hot drink would warm her up. Maybe it would warm them both up—and the frigid atmosphere in the room too.
