She melted. The man must be a mind reader. He then caressed one breast while he guided his cock to her entrance with his other hand.
“Fuck,” he said.
Oh, no! “What’s wrong?”
“I need to get a condom.”
“Don’t worry. I’m on the pill, and I’ve recently been tested.”
“I’m glad. We’re both good too,” Preston said.
“How about dropping down onto your elbows so your hands will be free?” Benson asked.
She hadn’t been thinking. Wanting to touch his body, Ariel leaned heavily on her left arm while she ran her fingers across his abs and then up to his chest. Hair seemed to have sprouted on his body where she’d sworn he barely had any before, not that she cared one way or the other.
The hard planes and muscles danced under her fingertips. While his lips were out of reach at the moment, Benson’s cock wasn’t. Before she could move though, Preston slid his cock straight into her. It was as if a heated river of desire encompassed her body and shot bolts of arousal up her spine.
“God, what you do to me, Ariel.” Preston dragged his tongue along her neck and lightly nipped her shoulder.
Without a word, Benson lifted her hand and placed it on his hard sac. She slid her palm up to his cock and took hold. Being with two men was harder to handle than she remembered, especially when they seemed to know every spot to touch and caress.
Preston groaned as he slipped out and tunneled right back into her. He then did the unthinkable. Lightly seesawing in and out, he rubbed her clit with one hand while massaging, rubbing, and pinching her nipples with the other. All the while he was creating havoc with the shell of her ear—licking, sucking, and biting. No one could withstand all this stimulation.
Ariel must have been ignoring Benson, because he reached up and drew her head down to his cock. She grabbed hold and sucked hard, his tangy flavor and thick shaft sent her mind in another direction.
Benson grabbed her wrist. “Not yet.”
When a bit of cum tinged her tongue, she figured he feared he’d climax, just like she was about to do.
“Ariel!” Preston plowed into her hard and fast, over and over again. With each thrust, her climax threatened to erupt.
He slid his hands to her waist and hammered into her one more time. A second later, his cock expanded. Then his hot cum shot out, forcing her to open her mouth for a needed breath.
It was when Preston lightly pinched her clit that her orgasm swept in, leaving her dizzy with desire.
Only when she caught her breath did she realize that Benson hadn’t had his fill, and that wouldn’t do. Without asking, she dragged her tongue along his length. He grunted and released his hold on her wrist.
As soon as Preston withdrew, he hopped off the bed, probably to find something to clean them up with. In the meantime, she wanted to take care of Benson. She sat back on her haunches to free her other hand.
She encompassed his hard sac while she pumped her fist up and down and sucked on him. Benson moaned, threaded his fingers through her hair, and then clamped down on her scalp. The faster she went, the harder he held on.
He closed his eyes and grunted as ropes of cum filled her mouth. When he finished climaxing, she swallowed his hot seed and sat up.
“That was amazing,” Benson said. From the way he panted out the words, he wasn’t just saying that. He meant it.
Preston lifted her up by the waist and placed her on her back and wiped her clean with a warm, wet cloth. She wanted to tell both men how incredible that had been, but before she could, she fell asleep.
* * *
“What’s your plan for the day?” Preston asked Benson in the morning.
“I’m going to work from home. One of us should keep Ariel company.”
Preston cocked a brow. “Keeping company doesn’t mean making love with her again, does it?”
His roommate and best friend had never been jealous before. “Are you worried that Ariel will think we’re only interested in her for sex?”
“Maybe. We came on pretty strong last night, but I’m telling you, I could barely control myself. If the room lights had been on, she’d have freaked,” Preston admitted.