Darrius didn’t respond for a moment. His gaze remained on her face, even as he finally did as she’d been waiting for and stroked his tongue between her legs. His eyes shifted toward Benedict and he stared at the obvious cockstand so close to his face. He pulled away and she shivered at the loss of his touch. “Suck him,” he said.
She reached down to trace Benedict’s hard cock with her hand. “I don’t know how.”
“I’ll help you,” Darrius said as he pushed to his feet.
She nodded, enthralled by that idea, equally enthralled by the way Benedict moaned at the image. “But I want you both to undress. It’s unfair otherwise.”
Darrius laughed a little and went to work on his clothing. Benedict did the same and soon they were both naked. She stared. Every other time they’d done this, she’d been so swept away, so overcome. But everything had slowed now. They had time, there would be no interruptions. It was only this and them.
So she could stare to her heart’s content. They were very different men. Benedict was lanky, tall and narrow hipped. His cock was longer and when he stoked it, it got longer still. Darrius had broad shoulders, thick thighs…good God, those thighs, and a curling line of hair that directed one to the equally thick cock between his legs.
Her hands shook as she stepped forward and took each of them in hand, feeling the heat of them, the length, the hardness. It seemed to surprise them that she’d been so bold, because they let out a tandem moan, even as they watched her stroke them side by side.
Exciting them was everything. Seeing the reactions when she increased or decreased her pace, the intensity of her grip. But at last, they seemed to make a silent agreement that playtime was over. Darrius motioned Benedict to lean on the edge of the bed as Darrius kissed her. Hard and fast and heated.
Then he turned her around roughly and helped her bend at the waist toward Benedict. She braced one hand beside his hip and took him in hand with the other.
“Lick him,” Darrius said, a little breathless. “Just taste him.”
She did as she’d been ordered, watching Benedict’s face as she traced her tongue over his length from the base to the tip. His hands gripped the mattress edge and he moaned. “Christ.”
She felt Darrius’s fingers move into her hair. “Close your mouth around him and suck him. No teeth.”
She gripped the base of Benedict’s cock and once again followed Darrius’s order. She closed her lips around him, slowly taking him into her mouth until she felt she could take no more. She sucked gently, testing him with her tongue.
“Now pump,” Darrius whispered, his voice shaky as he started to gently guide her head up and down. She surrendered to the pleasure of this act, watching as Benedict’s eyes came shut for a moment, as his shoulder strained with the pleasure and the control exerted so he wouldn’t touch her. When he opened those same dark eyes, he wasn’t watching her, he was watching Darrius. She was the conduit between them, she realized. Darrius’s proxy in making this man his.
And that excited her even more. She took Benedict deeper, swirling her tongue around his length as he hissed a gasp of pleasure.
“Look at him,” Darrius gasped. “Watch her.”
They met eyes at his commands and her heart throbbed. God, but these men were powerful. She loved pleasing and being pleased by them. And in that moment, she felt Darrius’s cock rubbing against her sex.
She moaned around Benedict’s cock and he swore as he pushed his hand into her hair, his fingers tangling with Darrius’s right in the moment that he took her in one long thrust. She sucked Benedict harder in response, her moans buried against his length.
The rest of the world was forgotten as she ground back against Darrius and stroked her mouth over Benedict. It was all sensation, tingling pleasure that seemed to surround her from all sides. As he took her faster, Darrius guided her head against Benedict, helping her find a rhythm that had him arching and moaning and crying out her name in the quiet. His legs began to shake, his hands gripping her hair and Darrius’s fingers and the edge of the mattress. And then he moaned and pushed her aside as he came.
No sooner had he done that than he leaned in and caught her lips, kissing her deeply. His fingers slid down the apex of her body and he stroked her clitoris as Darrius fucked her harder and faster and with increasing urgency, like he was on the edge of the control. So was she, and a few flicks of Benedict’s expert fingers had her convulsing around Darrius’s cock, waves of pleasure taking her and sweeping her away until she was collapsed in Benedict’s arms and she felt Darrius spend across her back.
Benedict lifted her, shifting her onto the bed beside him, Darrius on her other side. They lay like that for a little while, panting breaths eventually slowing and matching. Darrius stroked one of her breasts absently while Benedict did the same with the other. Their hands were so close and when she looked up at them she saw Darrius was watching Benedict, his blue eyes stormy with continued desire. Benedict stared at Darrius’s hand, like he was fascinated by the movement of his fingers. She thought of what Merritt had told her before she left.
“Touch him,” she whispered, nudging Darrius gently.
He jerked his gaze from Benedict’s face to hers and she saw all his worry and fear and pain and regret flash there in an instant so powerful it nearly stole her breath. She leaned up and kissed his jawline gently. “Touch him, Darrius. Please.”
Darrius
All Darrius wanted to do was surrender to exactly what Vanessa ordered him to do. But he hesitated, pulled back by the same currents that always stole him from whatever desire he felt for Benedict.
“He won’t,” Benedict said softly, his tone rough and low as he speared Darrius with a challenging look. “He doesn’t want you to see.”
She was breathless when she asked, “See what?”
“Anything,” Benedict said.
Darrius shut his eyes. His body was still reeling from the power of what he’d shared with these two, it felt impossible to come up with the arguments it felt like he needed. “That’s—that’s not fair,” he managed.
Benedict arched a brow. “I agree.”
