“You want me so bad. Tell me how bad.”
“So fucking bad. You’re going to be so tight,” Ben says against my lips.
“Do you think I’m wet enough to take the both of you?”
“Let me make you wetter, please. Let me taste you, let me make your pussy wet so you’ll fuck me.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I ask, running my nails through his hair.
“Yes. So much,” he says, kissing down my collarbone, licking and caressing my scar.
I adjust the pillows on the bed, lying on my back as Ben kisses down my body. I make eye contact on and off with Gavin as Ben finally makes his way to my pussy. I grip his hair lightly.
“You can’t leave my thighs out,” I say, noticing he didn’t pepper them with kisses.
“Of course not,” he agrees with a smile, holding my thigh and kissing the soft flesh.
Gavin is hard to read as he sits on the chair across the room, but I can tell the build of anticipation is making him ravenous.
I truly regret agreeing to the no coming rule as soon as Ben’s lips are kissing my mound and his tongue is spreading my lips to lick my clit.
My breathing hitches as Ben licks and sucks, moaning while he does so.
“Have you missed this?”
“So much,” he mumbles against my core.
“Is she wet?” Gavin asks from the corner.
“So wet. So good,” Ben says, his eyes meeting mine as his lips wrap around my clit and he sucks hard.
My chest rises and falls and I know if he would just slide his fingers inside of me, I’d be close. His tongue is the best torture, as I feel myself getting wetter with the combination of my arousal and his saliva.
“Right there, Ben,” I tell him, cupping the back of his head, holding his mouth right where I want him. “Please,” I beg, and I can tell Ben wants to give in, that he wants to slip his fingers inside me and curl them in that spot I like while he sucks and licks at my clit.
But I don’t even get the chance to tell him what to do as Gavin’s hand clamps on his shoulder. Ben pulls away. There’s a glistening sheen around Ben’s lips that he uses his forearm to wipe away.
“I think she’s wet enough. She can come as many times as she wants while we both fill her up. Go lie down on the bed.”
Ben follows his directions as Gavin curls a finger at me. Like a moth to flame, I’m crawling across the mattress and kneeling as he tenderly grasps my throat, bringing me in for a rough kiss.
“I want you to go sit on my brother’s cock and get used to the stretch of having him and the toy inside of you and make sure it’s not too much. Can you do that for me?”
I nod, and he smacks my ass hard. “Yes, sir,” I say, correcting myself.
“You’ll tell us if it’s too much? Don’t push your body too far.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply and he kisses me again as I move over Ben’s body, straddling his hips and grinding my pussy along the length of his cock.
His breath hitches and his hands grip my waist.
“You did such a good job making me wet, didn’t you? You deserve to be fucked.”
“Please,” he rasps out, and I can barely take any more waiting as I slide a hand between us, his length tacky with my arousal as I notch him at my entrance and slide down.
My breathing hitches as I slide down, the pressure of having the toy inside of me and his dick is new. Not unwanted, not too much, but I know that when I take Gavin, it will be twice as tight.
Ben’s mouth parts with a whoosh of air slipping out of his lips and his hands tighten against my flesh.
