Benedict didn’t answer with words. He caught her around the waist and drew her against him. He cupped her behind the knee, drawing her leg up, grinding against her gently so she felt the hard length of him against her body.
“Very much,” he groaned against her lips. “And now it’s my turn to please you.” He glanced back over his shoulder. “Are you watching?”
“Yes.” Darrius’s voice was strangled. “I can’t look away. Make her shake for me. Make her wet for me.”
Already Vanessa moaned, their sensual words playing her like an instrument before either of them had truly touched her in a way that would bring her pleasure. Benedict changed that very quickly. He pushed her toward the bed, lifting her to the edge as he continued to kiss her. Once she didn’t have to support her own weight, she wrapped her arms around his neck, drowning in sensation as his kiss deepened.
He pulled away a fraction. “Darrius says you’re the sweetest woman he’s ever tasted,” he whispered. “I want to try.”
He didn’t wait for her response, but lowered himself down her body, lips just skimming her flesh. She collapsed on her back and lifted her hips, welcoming his mouth. Darrius swore beneath his breath and came to the bed beside her. He kissed her as Benedict widened her legs and burrowed his face between them, sucking and licking as she keened.
She clutched her fingers in his hair, vibrating with the pleasure Benedict created. Like Darrius, he was a virtuoso at playing her body and she edged to the pleasure with every long stroke of his tongue. Darrius bent to her breast and sucked her nipple between his lips, tonguing it like he’d tongued her clitoris earlier in the day. She felt tugged between them, all else fading but the worship of their mouths.
When she came, it was sudden, the pleasure had been building and then it exploded with a rippling power that had her lifting her hips hard against Benedict. He continued to stroke her, just as Darrius had earlier, until the pleasure faded and she went weak. Then he stood and shrugged from his jacket.
“I want you, Vanessa. I want to feel you around me,” he said, unwrapping his cravat.
Darrius had still been licking her nipples, but now he stopped and together he and Vanessa stared at the man stripping from his clothing at a rapid pace before them. When he tugged his shirt over his head, they both caught their breath. She turned into Darrius, kissing him, sucking his tongue until he moaned and then turned his face back toward Benedict.
Benedict smiled slightly, as if he realized they wanted the show. He gave it, removing his boots at a slower pace and then taking his time with the fall front of his trousers. When he let it drop forward and his hard cock curled up around his stomach, she couldn’t remember how to breathe.
“Please,” she murmured. “Please, please.”
He pushed the trousers aside and leaned one hand into the mattress beside her head. The other he pressed to Darrius’s thigh, since it was so close to her. She expected the other man to pull away, as he always seemed to do when the tension grew too heavy between them. But he didn’t. He let out a soft moan and allowed Benedict to make him his perch as he positioned himself against her entrance. She reached between them and caught him in hand, loving the weight of him, the softness of his skin, the hardness of the length. She stroked him against her and let out a garbled moan when he slid home in one long thrust.
It had been a long time since a man was inside of her. And this man was worlds different than the last. Avebury had taken her quick and hard. Occasionally he touched her, stimulated her as he used her body, and that had brought her pleasure. But the act was for him. She felt it, saw it, tried to pretend it away to no avail.
Benedict was not Avebury. He pushed to the hilt and then he held steady there, exploring her face as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. When he pulsed forward, he ground his hips and she gasped at the ricocheting pleasure that rushed through her sensitive body.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, and he smiled.
“That’s a good start.” He kissed her and there were no more words as he rolled his body against her, grinding and taking, thrusting and pleasuring. She lifted against him, meeting the strokes, crying out as the pleasure mounted.
She looked over to find Darrius watching it all. Benedict followed her gaze and he gasped out, “Touch her.”
Darrius started, as if he had forgotten he could be seen in the heat between them. He hesitated a moment, but then he did as he’d been told. He reached between their bodies, he found where they met. And he circled her clitoris with his fingers in time to Benedict’s strokes. She came with gasping, grunting cries that echoed in the room. Probably echoed in the house. She didn’t care, couldn’t care about anything but the soaring heights of her release.
Benedict cursed and then she felt him pull from her, spending against her stomach with long, heavy strokes of his hand. He rolled away and arched a brow at Darrius. A challenge. And one the other man met. Darrius opened his own fall front without removing the rest of his clothing and pushed her legs wide, draping them over his elbows as he stroked into her still clenching sheath.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his eyes closing with pure pleasure. “You feel so good.”
Benedict made a low sound in his throat, and just as Darrius had done earlier, he reached between them and stimulated her while Darrius began to stroke. She was already on edge from two orgasms, and it took nothing to bring her back to that place. She looked down to where he touched her, where Darrius took her. When Benedict touched her, he also touched Darrius, his fingers playing at the base of the other’s man’s cock.
She cried out, rolling with the pleasure, with the forbidden desire to see them touch each other even more. With the power of this connection that flowed between them. Darrius fucked her through it, watching her, watching Benedict and moaning out her name when he, too, spent on her stomach. He collapsed over her, his mouth on her throat, his hands in her hair and she tilted her mouth up so Benedict could kiss her before he slid to lie beside them in the quiet of the room where her life had been changed forever.
Darrius
Time had lost all meaning as the three of them lay together in his bed. Had it been moments since they were tangled in each other? Hours? Did it matter? All Darrius could feel was…peace. And he never felt peace. He didn’t trust peace.
Vanessa let out a soft sigh and her hand moved to rest on his chest. He was still dressed except for his cock. They were naked, Benedict’s legs tangled with hers, his hand on her breast where he lightly played. Already, Darrius wanted more. He wanted everything. He wanted to feel Benedict touch him again while Darrius fucked this woman until she screamed.
“Was it too much?” he asked, trying to ground himself in reality.
She lifted her head with a wicked little smile that was so gorgeous on her normally sweet face. “I felt like my moaning might have given you a clue that it was just exactly what I needed.” Her fingers stroked his chest through the linen shirt. “You always worry about others, don’t you?”
“He does,” Benedict said softly.
Darrius let out a small sigh. “I’ve heard rumors of eldest children who take on that of protector to the rest, but that wasn’t my family. Arthur has always been…Arthur. And I’ve followed behind him, cleaning up his messes, for a very long time. Trying to right his wrongs.”
