Covington, Cara - Love Under Two Benedicts [Lusty, Texas 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Love Under Two Benedicts (lit)

  “All you have to do,” Matthew said, “is let us love you.”

  Kelsey trembled inside, a different feeling from the one she’d just gotten over. These men reached something in her she’d thought to keep hidden forever. They made her feel when she’d convinced herself she was perfectly happy with numbness. She didn’t think she was ready for that. She didn’t think she really had a choice in the matter.

  She’d stayed numb because she’d been afraid. Now, she thought that maybe, just maybe, the brothers Benedict could keep her safe so she wouldn’t have to be afraid anymore.

  It was, she thought, time to begin emerging from her self-imposed cocoon. “I’m not really sure I know how to do that, either. I’m not sure I know how to let you love me.”

  Steven and Matthew traded a look. Then they both held out a hand to her. “Let us show you,” Steven said.

  Kelsey hesitated for one moment. Then she stepped forward and took their hands.

  Chapter 13

  They led her into the bedroom, to the side of the bed they’d already stripped of blankets. Matthew cupped her face and kissed her, his tongue brushing her bottom lip, then sliding into her mouth. Hot, bold, he tasted her completely, a sipping, sucking kiss that made her feel as if he drank her. He stepped back, stroked a finger down her face, and gave her the most tender smile she’d ever seen. He walked over to the bedside table, took a long match out of the drawer, and struck it.

  Steven turned her to him and ran his hands down her arms. “You are so very perfect for us. I’d feared we’d never find you.”

  Kelsey felt overwhelmed by his declaration. What did they want from her? She opened her mouth to ask that, but Steven gently placed his finger on her lips.

  “No. Don’t say anything. Just accept what we feel for you, what we give you, however we give it to you, as a gift.”

  Another macho male. Before the thought could rile her, he slipped his arms around her and laid his mouth on hers.

  Instantly carnal, his kiss ignited the embers that seemed to lie banked within her, just waiting for one of these men to set them ablaze.

  With slow, lazy strokes, Steven’s tongue seduced her. Kelsey felt her muscles weaken and anchored her arms around him. The action brought her closer to his body, and the sensation of his denim-covered erection pressing against her set off tingles in her belly.

  Steven broke the kiss gently, then locked his gaze with hers as he began to undo the buttons of her white blouse.

  Matthew pressed himself against her back. He’d turned off the lights so that the room, bathed in the glimmer of candles, took on an even more intimate ambience.

  “Will you let me take that pretty ass of yours tonight, sweetheart?”

  Just the suggestion of anal play made her shiver and burn. Her cunt released moisture, and arousal began its upward spiral, setting every nerve ending in her body ablaze.

  “Yes. Anything. Everything.” Never had she believed she could feel the heat and desire these men made her feel. Every touch melted her resolve to stay aloof. Every kiss melted her bones, making her feel as if, any moment now, she would become a puddle at their feet.

  Steven removed her blouse while Matthew opened her bra. Sliding the lacy garment from her body, Matthew bent and nipped her shoulder, then kissed the small sting away.

  Steven petted her from her collar bone to her navel, his work-roughened hands arousing her nipples into hard, eager peaks. Matthew nibbled where her neck met her shoulder, and she let her head fall back where it was cradled on his shoulder, giving him freer access. She felt his fingers at the fastening of her skirt. The garment loosened and then fell.

  Steven knelt before her. “Easy.” He lifted one foot at a time, pulling her skirt free, tossing it aside.

  His hot breath brushed her sopping pussy when he leaned forward to pull her thong panties off her.

  “You smell so delicious,” he whispered. “Your own particular nectar is the most arousing thing I’ve ever inhaled.”

  His words completely stole her strength. She whimpered. As if that was all he’d been waiting for, Matthew scooped her up and laid her on the bed.

  “Open for us, baby. Let us look at you. Let us love you.” The deep, sexy timber of Steven’s voice rumbled in her belly, and Kelsey was helpless to resist him. She didn’t want to resist. She just wanted to give and take and bask in the attention these men lavished on her and the sensations they created in her.

  She spread her legs wide and watched them devour her with their eyes as they peeled out of their clothes. Steven’s chest was broader, more ripped than Matthew’s, likely the result of never-ending ranch work. Matthew’s muscles appeared more subtle, but she knew from the ease with which he could pick her up that he was as strong as his brother.

  Both of their cocks were big, bold, and beautiful.

  They came down onto the bed, one on each side of her. Together the men began to touch and kiss, to cup and caress and squeeze, and Kelsey felt a moan of pure delight flutter out from deep in her soul.

  “Have you ever seen anything more beautiful than our woman when she’s aroused?” Matthew asked.

  “Never,” Steven said. “Passion looks good on you, Kelsey.” He bent down and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. His draw, steady and deep, tugged at her belly and fluttered her pussy.

  “That feels so good.” When they moved her arms above her head, she relaxed and let them arrange her as they would. Open, vulnerable, she knew with absolute certainty she was safe with them. They could do anything they wanted to her.

  I belong to them.

  She held the thought close, not willing to put it into words. Then her mind shut down as her body hummed with growing heat.

  Matthew nipped her left nipple, then smoothed his tongue over it. Hands caressed her flesh on both sides of her body, working down. They spread her legs wider, then lifted them until they draped male hips. The brush of fingers against the inside of her thighs had her juices flowing even more freely, and the air coming through the open balcony doors kissed her wet folds, adding another dimension to her arousal. She shivered, and her nipples beaded even tighter.

  They stroked so close to her clit, but not close enough. Her body chased the touch it craved, her hips lifting from the bed. Soft male chuckles laid down another layer of passion, and Kelsey reveled in the heat, the soaring of her arousal, and the pounding of her heart.

  Needing to give as well as take, she brought her arms down so that she could curl her fingers around turgid male cocks. The hot silk over steel responded to her grip, to the squeeze and glide as she moved her hands up and down, caressing them.

  The men continued to pet and stroke as if all that existed in the world for them was to touch her and pleasure her. They kept avoiding the tiny bud of her clit, and a groan of frustration emerged from her unbidden.

  “Horny, darling?” Steven leaned down to nibble her ear and lick her neck. She turned her head to him, opened her mouth, and sought him.

  This kiss was raw, fevered lust. Kelsey sucked his tongue into her mouth, stroking it with her tongue in the same way she would his cock, knowing he’d understand her actions and it would drive him wild.

  Steven leaned closer and plunged two fingers inside her.

  “Yes!” The climax bowed her off the bed, the thrilling ride taking over her body, flinging her up, up, to impossible heights. Electricity shimmered and crackled through her, the sensations so powerful she could barely catch her breath as they consumed her completely.

  She came down, and they held her, caressed her. She closed her eyes, and they seemed to want to give her a moment because their touch, more subtle, turned soothing. They moved on either side of her, and then the sound of paper tearing and the roll of latex told her of their intent.

  Matthew knelt on the bed, slipped his arms under her, and lifted her. He handed her to Steven who arranged her so that she sprawled atop him. She felt the incredible heat of his sheathed cock against the still quivering, wet folds of
her cunt.

  “Take me inside you, baby,” Steven whispered.

  She lifted slightly, then slid, the girth of him spreading her wide, the length of him sliding all the way until it nudged the tiny opening of her cervix. “Oh, God.” That nudge of pain acted like a trigger, reawakening her arousal.

  “Yeah, ride me, Kelsey.”

  She did, raising and lowering herself in a rhythm that was at once avid and restrained. She kept her movements slow, enjoying the glide of him within her, the friction against her clit and her G-spot bringing her arousal to new, smoldering heights.

  “You feel so good inside me.” She braced her hands on his chest to help her move the way she wanted to move. Bending down, she kissed him, her tongue slow and sensuous, her body eager to mate so completely that the imprint of his flavor would stay with her forever.

  “Christ, watching you ride my brother’s cock turns me on.”

  Matthew’s voice, strained, came from behind her. He reached around her, lifted her hands from Steven, and placed them on the bed.

  “Put your head and chest down on him, baby. Stick that lovely ass of yours high for me.”

  Kelsey obeyed and mewed, the knowledge that soon she would have both her lovers inside her at the same time so thrilling she wondered why she didn’t come again just thinking about it.

  Steven caressed her hair and then cradled his hand on her head as she rested on his chest. Then Matthew spread the cheeks of her ass. She felt him bend closer and use his tongue to lick her asshole. The darkly intimate action made her mew again.

  “I won’t hurt you,” Matthew whispered, perhaps thinking the sound had been one of feminine distress. She’d taken the largest butt plug they had and worn it for several hours at a time. She loved the feel of it in her, the way it seemed to reach right through her body and tickle her clit from inside. No, Kelsey felt no distress at the prospect of finally taking a cock in her ass, just need—raw, aching need.

  “Do it. Oh, please, do it!”

  “Hold on.” Matthew spread some lube on her, and the chill against her hot flesh became a different kind of erotic thrill. She couldn’t help but dip her hips and press against his fingers, inviting more.

  He worked a finger into her, moved it in a circle, testing her. She felt him add a second finger. Moaning because it felt so damn good, she pushed against his fingers at the same time she pressed down harder onto Steven’s cock.

  “You’re so hot,” Matthew groaned. Slowly, he slid his fingers out of her. He moved, changing his position slightly, bringing one foot to lay flat on the bed beside her, and leaned forward. She felt him then, the press of something hot and big against her asshole. He leaned forward, nearly tenting her, and she inhaled deeply as the sting of his invasion bit her and she felt the tiny muscle give way. Burning turned to pain, but the pain increased her desire, pulled her higher than she’d ever been.

  Matthew’s low growl spoke to her primal woman, the sound evoking hazy images of ancient times, of male dominance and female submission that formed the earliest of human mating rituals.

  At that instant, she had no power, no say. Totally at the mercy of the man entering her, the very act of anal penetration demanded she give over completely, trust completely, and take everything.

  “Fuck, sweetheart, you are so hot and tight. Just a bit more now.”

  Kelsey cried out, not in pain, but in amazement as her arousal notched higher and seemed to hold her just on the threshold of orgasm. Matthew clamped his hands on her hips, holding fast. Steven’s other hand pressed on her back. She felt his cock, still embedded deep in her pussy, give a slow, forceful pulse.

  She squeezed him, and he cursed.

  Matthew pressed just a bit harder, shifting the angle of his body, and Kelsey felt him slide the rest of the way into her.

  She felt the bounce of his sack on her pussy lips and shivered.

  “This is the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt,” Steven said. “I’m surrounded by heat, and Kelsey’s cunt just got tighter.”

  “Move.” Kelsey didn’t care that she’d been reduced to single syllable utterances. She’d never needed like this. Nothing mattered but that these men move in her, fuck her, make her come.

  “Too much, sweetheart? Do you want me out? Just say the word—”

  “No. No, don’t…just fuck me. Oh, God, please…I need…” Unable to say more, Kelsey pushed back against Matthew, then down onto Steven.

  “Easy, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you. Careful, baby, just let me take it slow…oh, Christ!”

  Kelsey’s hips surged to fuck their cocks again, her need for more so overwhelming it took her over completely. She didn’t want careful or slow. She wanted, needed, hot, hard pounding. She wanted, needed, to be plundered.

  Both men swore and Kelsey knew she’d pushed them beyond their control. As if they’d been doing it forever, they all three fell into a rhythm, steamy and fast, hard and deep, back and forth and up and down. The thin coating of civilization dissolved under feral, wanton needs, and Kelsey surrendered utterly, giving over that last little bit of herself she hadn’t even realized she’d still clutched close.

  Her muscles lax, the tightness in her ass eased. Matthew fucked her, his possession so fierce his balls bounced against her cunt. The sound that emerged from him turned out to be the final push she needed, sweeping her over the edge into a hurricane of rapture, wave after relentless wave of orgasmic bliss battering her, flooding her, consuming her. Steven, too, cried out in completion, and Kelsey could feel the pulsing ejaculations of both of her lovers at the same time.

  She came back to herself slowly, the stars that had exploded behind her closed eyelids making her doubt she had vision left while the ringing in her ears suggested she might be deaf. Unable to feel her fingers or toes, she wondered if she was even alive.

  “Oh, God.” Since that breathy sigh had come from her she guessed she was alive. Matthew had collapsed on her, but his considerable weight felt good.

  “Easy, baby,” he whispered. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No. Good.” Maybe in an hour or two she’d become capable of speaking full sentences.

  Matthew straightened and then slowly pulled out of her. He lifted her off his brother, gently set her down beside him, then headed to the bathroom.

  “Mother of God,” Steven said. He wrapped an arm around her and kissed her hair. “I feel like I should erect a statue in gratitude.”

  “That would certainly give folks something to talk about,” she said. As much as she loved lying naked with these two Benedicts, her thoughts traveled across the hall to the little boy sleeping there. She didn’t want to shock the little guy should he get up in the middle of the night.

  She heard Matthew come back into the room, then felt the bed dip.

  “This is Lusty. The only talk you’d hear would be the universal wish that they’d thought of it first. Here, baby.”

  Kelsey opened her eyes. Matthew had something white in his hands. He seemed to want her to sit up, so she did.

  “We’ll open the door now. I’ll go check on him. Steven will take the next check. Meanwhile, if Benny comes in…” He left the sentence unfinished as he settled one of his T-shirts over her head. She noted that he’d pulled on his boxers. When Steven emerged from the bathroom, he had his on as well.

  “Thanks. I was just thinking the same thing.”

  “It wouldn’t surprise me if the poor little guy has a nightmare,” Steven said.

  “Me, neither,” Kelsey agreed. She could easily recall the screams of a child gripped by night terror. It had happened to Sean a couple of times with absolutely no provocation that she knew of. How much more likely, then, that a child abandoned by his mother would have a frightening dream?

  Matthew opened the bedroom door and went across the hall just as Steven finished restoring the top sheet and blankets. Matthew returned a few moments later.

  “He’s fine,” he said as he got into bed beside her.

 
; “I love you, Kelsey.” Steven placed a kiss on her lips.

  “I love you, Kelsey.” Matthew turned her head and did the same.

  She wished she could say the words back, but something inside told her she wasn’t ready. In her world, love equaled commitment, and she just couldn’t yet. She might never be able to, but maybe the time had come to leave the past completely in the past and think about the future.

  Kelsey nodded off to sleep, her last thought that she might not get to sleep through the night with a wee one in the house.

  Later, much later, a scream of terror and torment awoke them all, but the scream wasn’t Benny’s.

  It was Kelsey’s.

  Chapter 14

  “Benny’s gone back to sleep,” Matthew said as he re-entered the bedroom. He handed the glass of brandy he’d brought to Steven, who held it to Kelsey’s lips.

  “Sip.”

  “Thanks.” She took a tiny drink, then shivered. “Brandy twice in one night. A new record for me.”

  “You lush,” Matthew said.

  Kelsey managed a small laugh. She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes and let herself lean against Steven.

  Matthew got back under the blankets, pressing close to her, and stroking her arm. “Can you tell us about your nightmare, sweetheart?”

  “It was the shooting,” Kelsey said. “For the first year after that horrible day, I’d have the dream on a regular basis. I saw it happen, you see. And then, in my nightmares, it would happen again and again, only I knew it was going to happen. Usually, I’d push myself out of the car, run towards the store, nearly, so very nearly making it. Failing, time and again, to save them. To save my baby.”

  Kelsey felt the tears tracking down her face. Matthew wiped them this time. He said, “You know there’s nothing you could have done, don’t you?”

  “I know. But I’m a mother. I was a mother,” she corrected. “A mother’s first, most sacred duty is to keep her child safe no matter what. I didn’t keep my child safe. I used to go over it, in my mind, over and over. Philip stopping at the store because he wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes. Sean begging Daddy to go into the store with him because his daddy would almost always buy him a piece of candy. I kept thinking, what if I’d only nagged Philip more to quit smoking? What if I’d spoken up so that Sean wouldn’t expect candy every time he went into the store with Daddy? What if…” Kelsey paused, took a deep breath. “Just, what if.”