My eyes had to be impossibly wide as Scott drew away from my lips, one hand cradling my jaw, and his thumb brushed tenderly over my cheekbone. Well, there were my weak knees again. The corner of his mouth lifted in a disarming smile.
“You okay?” he whispered.
“Yeah.” My voice wavered, though. I wasn’t sure how to vocalize what I needed. “Can I have . . . more?”
Surprise washed over his handsome face, and the corner of his mouth twitched. He forced me to turn in his arms, pulling me back against his sweat-dampened chest, and there was nowhere else to look but at the man lying prone on the bed, waiting for me.
Scott whispered against the shell of my ear. “If it gets to be too much, tell me to make you come and I’ll know you want to stop.”
He released his hold at the same moment Ben offered a hand to me. Scott’s words echoed in my mind as I climbed on the bed. His concern over the next part of the scene, his genuine kiss . . . did he know what he was doing to me?
Ben grinned as I took his hand and climbed into his lap, positioning myself over him. He braced my hips and gently urged me down, his cock intruding.
“Oh, fuck yes.” The muscles along his jaw flexed like he was clenching his teeth. “Get that pussy on me.”
I gasped when he pulled down and impaled me on his hard dick. He didn’t give me time to catch my breath. The hands rocked my hips, guiding me to ride. I sat upright, palmed my breast, and then began to fuck him.
This was more of what I had expected. A show, although it felt far better than I’d thought it would. When his hand crushed my other breast, I arched my back and moaned, embellishing the performance.
“Yeah, so fucking good,” he moaned. Ben’s mouth was open, and he sucked in air while his black eyes seemed to study me, evaluating every reaction I made to his movements. His legs were spread and feet flat against the mattress so he could thrust up into me like a piston.
I rode him like that for a while, until I was panting and needed to adjust. So I leaned forward, putting my palms flat on Ben’s chest for leverage, and his legs relaxed, giving me room to work.
But a hand came down against my ass, causing me to jolt. It hadn’t hurt, but the surprise of it made me pause and turn to Scott, a tiny yelp falling from my lips. He’d vanished from the scene when I’d gotten on top, but now he sat beside us on the bed. His palm remained against my cheek and the burn lingered, but he rubbed it softly.
“You’re right,” he said to the other man. “She does have a fuckable ass.”
Scott’s fingers skated over my skin, dipping down between my cheeks, and even though I’d implied it, my heart lurched into my chest. There was a clear squeeze bottle in his other hand. Lube.
The pads of his fingers probed as he seemed to gauge my comfort level with anal. The orgasms it gave me were epic, but . . . I’d never had full double-penetration. I was excited, and nervous, but I had a way out if I needed it. This had been what Scott meant when he’d whispered in my ear.
Ben’s cock was throbbing inside me and I continued to squirm on it while Scott moved to kneel behind us. His fingers lifted my cheek to the side, and cold liquid dripped down, gliding through my crevice.
There was a thump as the bottle fell to the bed, and the fingers of both of Scott’s strong hands fanned out on my ass, then curled, digging in. He urged me to ride faster, which I did. I gripped at Ben’s sweaty chest as I kept up the fast pace, and one of Scott’s hands began to move, creeping inward. Two fingers glided to my center and pressed firmly on my other entrance.
“Oh,” I cried when he gained access. It was shocking and dirty, and my eyes wanted to roll back into my head from how good it felt. Ben wrapped his hands on my biceps, bracing me.
“You look like you need another cock inside you.” God, Ben’s mouth turned me on. The muscles inside my pussy clenched on him and I watched his pupils dilate in reaction. His face had a faint sheen of sweat and lust.
“Yes,” I moaned, barely intelligible. It was indecent fucking one man while another possessed me this way, and it felt better than anything ever.
Scott’s other hand went to my shoulder, and the fingers in my ass retreated. Seconds later, the tip of his cock was right there. He squeezed his hold, fingers brushing my jaw, and I looked over my shoulder at him, filled with anxiety.
The lights cast a glow around him, but I could see well enough. He looked fucking gorgeous, but his expression was serious. “Deep breath and don’t move.”
Beneath me, Ben went rigid. Scott’s hand on my shoulder coursed down over my trembling back, following the line of my spine, until it moved to settle on a hip. He seemed to be waiting for something.
I filled my lungs with air, and only then did he start to press into me.
“Oh, oh, oh . . .” Oh my God! It was a burning, stretching sensation—one I wasn’t entirely sure I liked. I felt overwhelmed. Full beyond reason. Scott’s gaze never left mine as he pushed deeper into my ass. I was sure he was expecting any second for me to tell him to make me come.
“Jesus,” Ben groaned. Even without movement, he seemed to be enjoying it. His fingers bit into my arms, distracting me from my discomfort. Fuck, Scott’s cock was huge. My body was shuddering violently, but—
“Fuck.” I spat it out, unable to find any other word, because Scott began to move, and sensations shifted. Displeasure turned on its side and tumbled into enjoyment.
My curse word was a starting pistol on the men. Scott’s hands clamped on my waist and he withdrew, only to sink back into me. The fiery body beneath me stretched up, pushing inside with slow, shallow strokes.
“Yes,” I cried.