He shrugged. “I was hoping it was my drugging kiss that made you climax.”
“Fine. If your ego needs stroking—or any other body part—I’ll admit it was a combination of both your kiss and what Preston was doing to me that caused me to come.”
“If you liked that so much, Blondie, I have something a tad bigger.”
Finally! “What would that be?”
“I can show you,” Benson said.
They weren’t going to get away as easily as that. “I need to check it out first to see if it’s to my liking.” She looked over at Benson. “And that goes for you, too, Mr. Prosecutor. Shouldn’t I be able to test drive each of you before I sign a contract?” Yes, she was being silly, but her emotions were all over the place.
He looked over at Preston. He didn’t say anything or use any kind of sign language, but it seemed as if they understood each other.
“You win,” Benson said.
Preston moved next to Benson. They knelt in front of her presenting her with two tumescent cocks to touch and lick. What a magnificent smorgasbord. That presented a dilemma, however. Where oh where should she begin?
“Any time now, darling,” Benson panted. “If you wait much longer, we’ll have to do it ourselves.”
He had to be kidding, but in case he wasn’t, Ariel rose to her knees and leaned over. She grabbed both cocks at the same time and squeezed. Their moans were her reward. Ah, ha! They weren’t as controlled as they wanted her to believe.
“Hurry,” Preston croaked out.
Since he’d licked her first, she leaned over and swiped her tongue along the tip of his cock, while she lightly caressed Benson’s stiff shaft.
He grabbed her wrist. “Harder.”
Demanding. Ariel liked it. She’d have to remember that tendency in the future. To prevent him from cutting short her exploration, she squeezed his dick hard as she tried to capture Preston’s shaft in her mouth. That mission was impossible. She’d need a throat twice as deep to accommodate him.
Preston threaded his fingers through her hair and tugged. “More.”
Another demand. That was fine. She could deal. In fact, she wanted to please the men. Ariel pumped Benson’s cock harder as she sucked on Preston as much as she could. Her goal was to excite them both, but it turned out, her actions made her own pussy more aroused than ever before.
How was she going to deal with these two without crumbling? Again.
Before she could even consider her options, Benson reached out and cupped her left breast while Preston pressed on her right nipple. Her nerve endings caught on fire. It was time.
Ariel sat up. “These are acceptable.”
Preston didn’t stop rubbing her nipple, though. “Only acceptable?”
“For the moment, yes. Of course, if you’d like to have me test both of you in another way, I might give you a better rating.”
Benson laughed. “Oh, darling. You are in trouble now.”
She stilled. While she wanted to have both cocks at once, she needed to take things a little slower. “What do you have in mind?”
She hadn’t meant for her voice to shake, but it had. Benson stroked her cheek and leaned forward. “How about we let Preston have first dibs while I let you do what you want with me?”
Seriously? How that would work exactly, she wasn’t sure. “Okay.”
Turns out, she didn’t have to figure anything out. Preston moved behind her and guided her to her hands and knees. As if the two men had been in this position before, Benson lay crosswise on the bed with his stomach under her mouth, providing her with his whole body to explore.
He smiled. “Does this work for you?”
“It will do.” Darn. She probably should have stated what she really felt—that her pussy was pulsing, and her heart was racing with excitement—but her mind wasn’t functioning on all cylinders. The prospect of having sex with Preston while being able to kiss and touch Benson was too much.
Before she could fully dwell on what was about to happen, Preston placed his hands on her rear and leaned over. “I’ve be dreaming of your sweet ass, but for tonight, I’m going to take your pussy to the highest levels of ecstasy.”