by Katie Allen
“Finally,” he growled, leaning in to bite her lower lip a little harder than what was comfortable. “You were driving me crazy.”
“I was driving you crazy?” she scoffed. “It wasn’t me flexing my manly muscles and being all authoritative and sexy.” When she felt Benjy’s hand slide the length of her back, she twisted her head so she could glare at him. “And you—petting me like I’m your puppy, and you’re accusing me of driving you crazy?”
“You smell excited,” Ari rumbled close to her ear. His lips touched her neck, and she shivered, all her righteous indignation drifting away under his kisses. Closing her eyes, she arched her neck to give him better access until his words finally penetrated. She snapped her head upright, her eyes opening wide with horror and humiliation.
“Smell?” she cried. “You can smell me? You know when I’m... Oh holy bendy bones, you know when I’m...” She couldn’t finish that sentence.
“Turned on?” Ari obviously didn’t have the same problem. “Horny? Aroused? Sexually excited?” With each word, his exhale brushed against her skin, making her shiver. Benjy, pressed to her back, was obviously all of those things that Ari just mentioned. As he started to slide the hem of her shirt up toward her bellybutton, reality struck.
“Not here,” she gasped, grabbing the wandering hands and holding them still.
“Right.” Ari tossed her over his shoulder, despite her protesting wail.
“Not again!” She grabbed two fistfuls of his shirt, still not used to the insecurity of being upside-down without an anchor. Although she knew Ari would never drop her, it was still nice to have her own insurance against hitting the floor headfirst.
As they left the lodge, Daphne shivered, tucking her face against his back in an attempt to hide from the frigid air.
“Hang on,” Ari warned, and took off at a run. Despite the warning, she was taken off guard at the first bounce of her stomach against his shoulder. What she meant to come out as a yell of complaint turned into a wordless wheeze. The good thing was that he was fast, though, so they were at the cabin before the dinner she’d just eaten had a chance to escape.
They’d barely made it in the door when Ari flipped her upright, not placing her on her feet, but holding her off the floor. He kissed her, his intent clear in the forceful pressure against her mouth. Benjy’s hands unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, pulling them, along with her panties, down her legs as if he were undressing a doll. Once he’d stripped her naked from the waist down, she wrapped her legs around Ari’s hips.
He grunted and deepened the kiss, one of his hands sliding down to palm her ass cheek and tug her closer. The friction of denim against her naked skin made her moan. She rubbed her pussy against the fabric of his jeans and then stopped, not sure whether the sensation was intense pleasure or if it fell over the edge into pain.
As Ari kissed and bit his way down the side of her neck, she twisted her head to allow him access. It also had the secondary benefit of allowing her to watch Benjy undress. He stripped without trying to look sexy, with the only goal being to divest himself of all his clothes in the shortest amount of time. No matter his motivation, though, he was the definition of beauty in motion.
Although B wasn’t quite as tall or wide as Ari, he was still a big guy. His muscles played under his skin, tensing and relaxing as he yanked his shirt over his head. As if Ari knew she was distracted, he pinched her nipple sharply, making her yelp. She smacked his shoulder even as her legs tightened, rubbing her excited clit against the front of his jeans.
Benjy peeled her off Ari and turned her to face him. Although she loosened her hold on Ari reluctantly, she eagerly wrapped her legs around the other man once she saw his intent. While Ari stripped, Benjy kissed her and roughly massaged both cheeks of her ass.
Even though Ari’s jeans had felt wonderful against her pussy, the skin of Benjy’s bare stomach was even better. She shivered, and he vibrated with a silent moan that was just as hot as the growly noises Ari made when he was aroused. Her fingers massaged the hard muscles where his neck met his shoulders. Unable to resist temptation, she pulled her mouth from his and lowered her head in the crook of his neck. Setting her teeth on the muscle she’d just been rubbing, she bit down lightly, then a little harder.
He jerked with another silent groan, before lifting his hand off her ass and bringing it down in a firm smack, making her jump.
“Are you being a naughty girl?” Ari rasped as he stepped behind her and pressed his front to her back. “Do you need a good, hard fucking?”
His dirty words made her suck in air at the same time she tried to talk, so she only made an odd, hiccupping sound instead. Ari seemed to understand her dilemma, since he chuckled.
Benjy nibbled on her bare shoulder, and she relaxed against both men, enjoying the unaccustomed sensation of being supported both front and back. She could let go completely and remain suspended between the two muscular chests. When B lifted his mouth, she opened her eyes and saw he’d met Ari’s gaze over her shoulder.
They must have decided on an unspoken plan, since Benjy tightened his grip on her butt and hoisted her higher. Ari went to his knees, and Daphne felt her eyes round, wondering what he was planning to do. After pulling a condom from the pocket of his discarded jeans, he opened it and reached for Benjy.
She tried to wiggle into a position where she could watch, but it was no use. “Let me down,” she said breathlessly. Instead of releasing her, Benjy just held her tightly and raised an eyebrow. “I want to watch him put it on you.”
Her confession brought a streak of color to Benjy’s cheekbones and a groaned “Fuck!” from Ari.
“Next time, Grace,” Ari promised in a rough voice.
Before Daphne could agree or disagree with the plan, Ari must have finished his task in record time, because Benjy was lowering her body until the head of his wrapped cock nudged against her labia. Sucking in a breath, she tried to push herself down onto his erection, but he held her tightly. He teased her entrance, running his tip the length of her pussy before brushing against her clit.
“Benjy,” she whimpered, her hips uselessly flexing. “Put it in me. Please.” Leaning forward, she nipped his collarbone, making him jerk forward. His movement forced the head of his cock inside her, just the first hard inch.
“Oh!” she said, startled by how big he felt. It had been almost a full day, but she must have still been swollen from having sex for the first time the night before. Ari stood up and pressed against her back, his hands finding her widespread inner thighs. He traced his fingers closer and closer to where she and Benjy were connected, until Ari was touching the lips of her pussy, stretched tightly around the head of Benjy’s cock.
Benjy dug his fingertips into her ass, easing her down as he tilted his hips to meet her. Her body resisted, still feeling a stretching ache, but his cock burrowed in farther, heedless of the nervous constriction around it.
“Wait,” she gasped, her fingernails digging into Benjy’s shoulders. Judging by his blissful expression, he wasn’t feeling the pinch of her claws.
“You can take him,” Ari urged against her ear, still tracing the outline of her pussy. “You can take all of his cock.”
It was as if her pussy was one of Pavlov’s dogs. At Ari’s words, a gush of moisture eased Benjy’s entry, and he shoved the rest of the way home. She made a small sound, but then Ari’s hands were on her breasts, and Benjy was sliding almost out of her before driving back in, and any uneasiness or discomfort was washed away in a rush of heat.
Ari nipped at the nape of her neck, making her clench her inner muscles around Benjy, who inhaled hard. He sped up his thrusts, hammering her against Ari’s body. Ari didn’t seem to mind acting like a wall—although he was a handsy wall. One hand stayed on her breast, plucking at her nipple, while the other disappeared for a moment. When it returned to her inner thigh, i
t was damp with what Daphne guessed was saliva. His wet fingers snaked between her ass cheeks, following the crevice between them.
When he rubbed against her anus, she squeaked and jerked her hips away from his touch. Her movement brought her forward just as Benjy was slamming into her, forcing B’s cock a fraction deeper. He was as far in as he could physically go. The new sensation of intense fullness distracted Daphne. Even though she knew it was physically impossible, it still felt as if Benjy’s cock was working its way into her womb.
Taking advantage of her preoccupation, Ari pushed the tip of his finger into her ass just as Benjy rammed his erection deep into her body again. With a cry at the dual invasion, she twisted her hips, although she wasn’t sure if it was in protest or in a need for more. Before she could decide, the guys had retreated and then plunged into her again in unison. This time, Ari pushed in more of his finger, until it was past the first joint.
Gasping for breath and clinging to Benjy’s shoulders, she couldn’t believe the feeling of fullness. Although she knew it was just a single finger, her ass felt as if it were stuffed with a rolling pin. Benjy’s hands moved to her hips, and she was pulled and pushed, physically manipulated like a rag doll, fucked onto Benjy’s cock before her ass was impaled by Ari’s slick finger.
After one particularly hard thrust, she felt something thicker than a single finger pressing at the entrance of her resisting anus. She had a moment of panic that it was Ari’s cock and he was about to fuck her ass.
“Shh, sweet girl,” he soothed her. “It’s just two fingers. You can take them.”
She tried to relax at his reassurance, wanting to please him, to please both of them. The fingers slid into her ass with a pinching stretch, and the lack of any serious pain made her soften her muscles even more. With each thrust, Benjy managed to bump her clit in just the right way, and Daphne began to tighten up again, with an excited tension this time. She forgot about making the men happy and concentrated on her own enjoyment, on the pleasure building deep in her center.
Benjy’s cock and Ari’s fingers thrust together, providing just the right trigger to set her off, and her pleasure came to a sharp point before flooding through her body. It only took another few rapid-fire thrusts before Benjy followed her, coming hard. As she clutched B, both of them panting, Daphne could hear the wet clicking sound of Ari rubbing his cock, followed by a low groan as wetness splashed the back of her thigh.
He leaned against her back, and Daphne couldn’t help but compare the guys to two sumo wrestlers, leaning forward against each other with her in the center. She giggled.
Lifting his sweaty forehead off her shoulder, Benjy gave her a curious look.
“Nothing.” She shook her head and reached to push wet strands of his hair out of his eyes. “Just being silly.”
“Sleep.” Ari sounded a bit like Frankenstein’s monster, and Daphne had to bite back another laugh. “You need sleep.”
“We all need sleep,” she agreed as Ari stepped back while lifting her from B’s arms and setting her carefully on her feet. Glancing down at her own sweaty body and feeling Ari’s come trickling down her thigh, she made a face. “A shower first though.”
A wicked grin lit Benjy’s face as Ari vocalized what she was sure they both were thinking. “A shower sounds good.” His raspy purr made it clear exactly what he was expecting to happen in the shower.
She grinned as she darted for the stairs. A shower with a happy ending—she could get on board with that.
Chapter Thirteen
Daphne sat bolt upright in bed, her heart thundering.
“What’s wrong?” Ari asked, sitting up next to her as Benjy rose to his elbow on her other side.
After a few panting breaths, she realized where she was and instantly felt silly. “Nothing. Just a stupid dream.”
“What about?”
She tried to remember, but only recalled an ominous feeling of being chased. “It’s gone now,” she said, lying back down between the guys, who were still looming over her. “Sorry I woke you.”
The moonlight was bright enough for Daphne to see Benjy’s mouth curl into a grin. Ari chuckled, a low, hot sound. He reached into the drawer of the bedside table, pulled out a few crinkly squares and flipped one to B, who caught it easily. After glancing in the drawer again, he grabbed a small tube of something Daphne didn’t recognize and tossed it onto the covers next to Benjy’s hip. She twisted to see what it was, but Ari’s voice distracted her.
“Since you woke us up,” he said in that growly purr that made her press her legs together, “you have to pay the toll.”
“The toll?” She was trying to sound light and sarcastic, but her voice came out more full-on lusty.
“Yeah.” He leaned over her, and she closed her eyes, expecting to feel his mouth on hers. Instead, he hovered just above her lips, so close she could feel each warm puff of breath as he exhaled. When he didn’t close that final fraction of an inch between them, she let out an impatient huff and lifted her head toward him.
Ari pulled back just enough to keep their lips apart. Opening her eyes, she scowled at him. His smirk changed to a grin.
“Who makes the rules in this bed?” he asked softly, his tempting mouth so close.
In response, she grabbed the back of his head and tried to pull his mouth down to meet hers. He resisted her tugs with no visible effort. His husky laugh made her shiver, partly from nerves and partly with anticipation. When he did lower his head, he shifted so he missed her mouth completely. Tucking the side of his head next to hers, his lips brushed her ear. She quivered again.
“Wrong answer.” His teeth closed on her earlobe in a rough nip that made her arch her hips toward his, but he kept his body as inaccessible as his lips had been. “Try again.”
“You.” She’d given in too easily, she knew, but her body ached for them. In just a few short days, since they’d given her that first orgasm, she’d started craving their touch.
He traced the edge of her ear with his tongue before pulling back again. “And?”
“Benjy,” she sighed, feeling hands drawing her sleep shirt up her thighs. Since Ari’s arms bracketed her shoulders, she knew it was B who was undressing her slowly...too slowly. She wiggled against the mattress, trying to hurry him along. In response, Benjy stopped moving the shirt hem and began kissing the exposed skin of her lower thighs.
“That’s right.” Shifting his weight onto his knees, Ari stroked both arms, from her shoulders to her wrists. He lifted her unresisting hands above her head until her palms touched two metal spokes of the headboard. “Don’t let go.”
She’d always thought of herself as an independent thinker, but Ari’s command made her instantly clamp her fingers around the metal bars. Not only did she follow his order, but she realized she liked being bossed around by him—a lot. Her pussy was already soaked, and a light prickling of sweat had coated her body, despite the cool night air.
Benjy must have forgiven her attempt to hurry the undressing, because her shirt was creeping toward her belly again. His mouth followed, touching lightly with his lips or his tongue, never in the same place and in no discernable pattern. The randomness of his touch, of not knowing where his mouth would land next, made her skin tighten and heat with anticipation.
As Benjy’s tongue darted into her bellybutton, she gasped and her stomach flinched at the pleasurable tickle. At that moment, Ari decided to finally kiss her. Daphne’s lips were slightly open, and he took over her mouth immediately. She moaned, allowing his invasion, her fists clenching around the headboard as she fought the urge to touch him, to grab his head and pull him more tightly against her.
Overwhelmed, her attention divided between Ari’s soul-stealing kiss and B’s random scattering of licks and nibbles on her belly, Daphne could only hang on to the headboard and feel what the guys were doing to
her. It seemed that Benjy was getting a little competitive, now that Ari had joined in the action, since his administrations were getting a little rougher, a little more aggressive, although they were just as arousing as his previous gentle touches.
She half-expected Ari to move to other areas, but he seemed to be settled with his mouth on hers. He licked and explored, almost delicate one moment and fierce the next, using his lips and tongue and teeth in ways she could feel all the way to her toes. She’d never gotten to experience the normal making-out stage of being a teenager, so kissing—really kissing—was as new to her as the sex, and almost as amazing.
When Benjy covered her nipple with his mouth, sucking hard and then scoring it with his teeth, she almost levitated off the bed. She must have made a sound, since Ari laughed against her lips, shifting to her side to give B more room. He took advantage of his new freedom and dragged her shirt over her head, leaving the fabric bunched around her forearms.
Both men took a breast, nipping and sucking the tips while they played with one hand. Their other hands were traveling down between her thighs. They moved together, as if they had a psychic connection, until each man’s fingers were flattened on her inner thighs, tugging them apart so her legs were spread wide.
Without Ari’s mouth muffling her, she cried out at each touch and gentle bite. When one masculine finger brushed against her clit, she lost the ability to vocalize, instead sucking her breath in so hard it hurt.
Both hands were at her pussy now, and she gave up trying to control her reactions. As one of them thrust two thick fingers inside her, the other pinched her clit, gently tugging before pressing it against her pubic bone. The whole time they played, their mouths and other hands never left her breasts. As if they’d coordinated their attack, Benjy and Ari caught her nipples in their teeth and tugged sharply.
It was too much. Her orgasm ran through her like a freight train, flattening her in its wake. She screamed and arched, all of her muscles pulling tight, from her clenched fists to her pointed toes. Before she’d finished peaking, Ari was stretched over her and his cock was inside her, plunging deep into her squeezing pussy.
