Bennett slides his fingers onto my clit. “I’m gonna come. I want you with me.”
Answering isn’t an option when my body convulses under his touch. My walls clamp down on his shaft, making him grunt harder. His cock swells against my increasing tightness. My body shakes and Daddy scoots closer, pulling me into him, helping me trust myself. And when his lips land on mine again, I surrender. I float. I don’t exist separately from them anymore.
I’m not sure how long I’m lost in the surrender when Bennett slides his cock out of me, sending my mind scurrying back to reality.
My fingers grasp for his hips, but I miss.
“I’ll give you more—all you want, later, but I want you to have a second before Roarke takes you.”
“I can do it.”
Roarke says, “We know you can.”
He strokes a hand over my leg as they change positions. Bennett sits directly behind me, wrapping his legs around mine as Roarke steps between them. He drags a finger through the mix of cum between my legs.
“I didn’t think anything could look prettier than your sweet, little, pink pussy, but I hadn’t seen it covered in icing.” His tongue drags over his lower lip and his expression darkens.
I think he’s about to lick it, the icing…either from his finger or right off of me, when he draws in a breath and shoves his pants down.
His tip is swollen and shiny, already covered with drops of his ownicing. My mouth waters with the desire to taste him, but I want to be full of him even more. Like Bennett pointed out, we can do more later. And like Daddy pointed out, he wants to teach me.
I’d thought of telling him I’d never been a good student, but I have a suspicion things have changed.
Bennett made an excellent call of having me face them. Using his fingers to spread my pussy lips, Roarke’s eyes narrow, his lips part, and he applies slow pressure as he stuffs himself into me one careful inch at a time.
The joining of our bodies gives him something special. I don’t think it’s the same thing for me. Where I’m full and adored and surrendering, he’s desperate and possessive and territorial. His fingers dig into my hips harder with each thrust, locking in the things that we each need.
Bennett caresses my breast with one hand while keeping his other over my mouth. His head is next to mine and Roarke looks between the two of us. The strokes of his cock that are twisting me into a ball of wanton need.
“Tell me how this feels, Baby.”
Bennett slides his hand to my neck while I pant out, “I want you to stay inside of me forever, Daddy.”
“I can’t do that, Baby. But I will stay with you forever.” His words become more and more stressed as his cock thickens.
Bennett whispers to me, “You remember why we’re staying with you forever, how we feel about you?”
I nod.
“Say it out loud. What did we tell you?”
“You’re staying with me because you love me.”
A growl rips through Roarke as his body tenses. Almost instantly, he thrusts harder, and the motion undoes me from the inside. It’s a different feel than my last orgasm, but my body demands his release all the same.
His warm cum fills me, mixes with Bennett’s and my own, and spills out.
I silently drift through our climax, so far gone, I’ve lost all of my senses and settle into Bennett’s chest while Roarke slumps over me.
When Bennett picks up the phone and informs someone to cancel all of his and Roarke’s appointments for the rest of the day, I’m able to draw myself back into my body. Roarke tenderly wipes between my legs with a tissue.
“Stand up and I’ll get the rest.”
I do as he asks, but when I step to the side, he follows me. He didn’t mean he’d clean the rest off the desk, he meant that he’d clean me. His acceptance of what we’ve done takes away what might have otherwise been awkward.
He didn’t blow his wad, roll off of me, then go for a cigarette on the couch while watching some superhero show he’s seen a million times. These guys are my real-life superheroes. And we spend the rest of the day at Roarke’s house with them convincing me that I’m capable of making good decisions.
They’ll never understand how foreign that is to me, but with their continued efforts, I ought to be able to get used to it. They even convince my boss to give me a few more days off, and they cancel everything that isn’t urgent, which manages to leave one of them at the house with me at all times. It’s nice getting to talk to each of them separately, but it’s always best when we’re together.