He doubted this one would either, so he put all his energy into kissing Vanessa instead, measuring all her reactions just as he had the night before. When he drew back she stared up at him with a slightly bleary expression, like she’d had been taken by surprise.
“We aren’t going to take you,” Benedict said softly as he backed her to the settee and helped her settled onto the velvet cushions.
“Aren’t we?” Darrius asked, his tone a bit amused. “I don’t think I agreed to that.”
“When we do take her,” Benedict said with a brief glance to the other man, “it will be in a room where there is no chance of interruption. When we can take all night to make her ready for us.”
Vanessa made a garbled sound in her throat and Darrius shivered—obviously the description had moved both of them as much as it moved Benedict.
“Then what should we do to her?” Darrius asked, his tone low and hypnotic now.
“I want you to make her come,” Benedict said softly as they locked eyes and a thousand desires and secrets flowed between them. This was the connection he’d always longed for with Darrius. His voice shook as he said, “I want to watch her come for you.”
Vanessa was breathless as she looked back and forth between them. “Do I get a say in this?”
Darrius glanced down at her, sprawled on the settee cushions, still appearing a little stunned by what was happening. “Do you not want this?”
“I want it,” she said without hesitation. The enthusiasm made Benedict all the more excited at the prospect.
“Then let me,” Darrius said, and to Benedict’s surprise, he made no further argument against pleasuring her. He seemed more than willing to obey, at least in this.
If only Benedict could make him bend in other ways.
He took a place beside Vanessa on the settee and drew her against his side. They watched together as Darrius dropped to his knees before her. There was a little smirk that tilted his lips, rare and hot and filled with promises. He eased forward and wedged himself between her legs. She whimpered as he pressed one big hand against either thigh, leaning up to kiss her once again. She had been sitting stiffly, but now she relaxed, as if Darrius’s kisses were drugging. Benedict wished he could partake, get lost in this man, in this woman.
Soon enough. He had to be patient.
He wrapped an arm around her and drew her to lean against him. Darrius opened his eyes even as he continued to kiss her and looked up into Benedict’s face. This wasn’t just for her, Benedict realized. This was a performance for him. Darrius was seducing him as much as the woman who gasped against him.
Darrius gave a small shiver, then pulled away from her mouth. He held her gaze as he slid his hands down her sides, her hips, down to the hem of her skirt. He began to push the fabric up her calves, revealing pale pink stockings incasing her long legs. Benedict stared, watching Darrius’s big hands stroke over her ankles, her knees, her thighs as he pushed her skirt higher and higher.
Her breath was short now and she squirmed against Benedict. The movement shocked him into action and he unfastened the top button of her gown, the second, the third. The pretty fabric gaped and he pushed it forward a little, just enough to wedge one hand into the bodice, beneath her chemise.
She gasped as he brushed her nipple with his fingertips, circling the already taut nub. And the gasp turned to a cry when Darrius pushed her legs farther apart. He glanced up with a wicked smile for Benedict. “She’s not wearing drawers.”
Benedict’s cock throbbed at that news and he tilted Vanessa’s face toward himself. She bit her lip and it was too much. He dropped his mouth to hers and began to kiss her, just as Darrius lowered his head between her legs and licked her.
Vanessa
Vanessa’s head spun, her world turned upside down by the two men who touched her, pleased her. Darrius’s tongue was hot against her flesh, licking the length of her sex over and over, her sensitive body lighting on fire with every stroke. And as if that weren’t overwhelming enough, Benedict sat beside her, her body half draped over him and his fingers were pressed to her breast. He plucked one nipple, then the other, and stroked her flesh as he kissed her.
She had never felt so alive, so on fire, so filled with need and desire as she did in that moment. Everything else faded away, all the pain of the last few days, all her confusion about her future, all her uncertainty about what these two men had offered. All that was left was exactly what they’d both promised: pleasure.
“Please,” she whispered, and Darrius lifted his eyes, his fingers tightening against her thighs. They pressed into her skin, marking her and she wanted it.
He began to swirl his tongue around her clitoris slowly, round and round. There was so much focus to this man. From the way he was touching her, to the way he looked at her, to the way his tongue pressed against her with purpose.
“Yes,” Benedict breathed, and she looked up at him. His expression was taut with tension as he watched Darrius at his work. His fingers began to mimic the other man’s tongue, flicking around her nipples in slow circles.
She lolled her head against his shoulder, groaning as the warring pleasure hit her from all sides. She arched, rolling her hips against Darrius’s tongue, forcing her breast into Benedict’s fingers harder.
Darrius moaned against her sex, as if her excitement pleased him and the vibration began the last swirling climb to release. She was out of control now, arching and grinding for her pleasure, rocking against one man then the other. And at last, the sensation peaked, and she cried out, the sound captured by Benedict’s mouth as she came.
Her entire body convulsed with the power of the pleasure, rolling through her in wave after ceaseless wave. Darrius held her steady as he continued to lick her through it, Benedict kissed her until she couldn’t think or breathe or do anything but roll with the sensation that seemed to go on forever.
She had come before, both with her own hand and with her first fiancé, the man who had taken her innocence. But it had never been like this, this shattering that felt like she had been entirely remade.
Slowly the intensity faded and she gasped with relief as she went limp in Benedict’s arms. He chuckled, his voice rough, and then looked down at Darrius, still perched between her clenching thighs. “That was even better than I thought it would be.”
