He seals his lips over my clit and sucks hard.
I shatter. The orgasm crashes through me, my thighs clamping around his head, my back arching off the mattress, my whole body shaking. Slick gushes out of me and he groans, lapping it up like he can’t get enough.
But he doesn’t stop.
He works me through it and keeps going, pushing two fingers inside me while his mouth stays on my clit. I’m so sensitive it almost hurts, but the pleasure outweighs the pain, especially when he curls his fingers and finds that spot inside me.
“Oh god.” I’m sobbing now. “Elijah, I can’t...”
“You can.” His voice is rough. “One more.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth and thrusts his fingers deep, and I come again. Harder than before, clenching and pulsing around him, screaming his name.
When he finally pulls back, his chin is glistening with my slick. He looks wrecked. Pupils blown, breathing hard, his cock straining against his jeans.
I reach for him. “But you—let me?—”
He catches my hand, presses a kiss to my palm. “Later. This is for you.”
Before I can argue, Ben is there.
“My turn.”He’s grinning, but there’s heat in his eyes. “Scoot over, Elijah.”
Elijah moves aside, and Ben takes his place. He’s already shirtless—when did that happen?—and I run my hands over his chest, feeling the muscles jump under my palms.
“God, I love your hands on me.” He catches one of my hands, presses a kiss to my wrist. “Love everything about you, honestly. Have I mentioned that?”
“You might have implied it.”
“Well, let me be explicit.” He settles between my thighs, and I feel his fingers trace through the wetness there. “I’ve been thinking about this for two years. What you’d feel like. What sounds you’d make. Whether you’d let me—” He pushes one finger inside me and I gasp. “Yeah. Like that.”
“Ben...”
“You’re so wet.” He pumps his finger slowly, watching my face. “Elijah did a good job getting you ready. But I think you need more, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
He adds a second finger, stretches me wider. “There you go. That’s it. Your pussy’s so greedy sucking my fingers right in. Can’t wait to see how you take my cock.”
The dirty talk is doing things to me. Ben has always been funny, always been light—hearing him talk like this, voice rough with want, is making me wetter by the second.
“More,” I beg. “Please, Ben.”
“Shh, you can take it.” He adds a third finger and I cry out. “That’s three. Think you can take more? Think this needy little pussy can handle it?”
“Yes.” I’m rocking against his hand now. “Please.”
“So polite.” He curls his fingers, hits that spot that makes me see stars. “I like hearing you beg. Makes me want to give you whatever you want.”
He fucks me with his fingers—deep, steady thrusts that make obscene wet sounds. His thumb finds my clit, circles it in time with his thrusts, and I’m climbing fast.
“Ben, I’m close.”
“I know. Can feel your pussy clenching. You’re gonna come all over my hand, aren’t you? Make a mess of yourself?”
“Yes.”
“Do it.” He thrusts harder, presses his thumb down on my clit. “Come for me, Tessa. Let me feel it.”
