Page 77 of The Betrothal

Tingles shot down my body; my clit began to throb with need. I tilted my head back, finding Ben’s shoulder and hesitating only briefly. My reluctance to overwhelm him evaporated when he shifted closer to me, his legs now flush against mine, his firm body against my back.

Seb tortured my nipple while his teeth grazed my earlobe, then clamped down.

I yelped, arching my body and pushing my breast into his hand, earning me another dark chuckle.

Seb retreated slightly. I thought it was to give me back a semblance of space, but his body pressed back in as quickly as it left, his knee forcing between mine. His hands released where he held me when I didn’t immediately comply, coming between my thighs and teasing them apart. “Open up for us, Killer.”

I whimpered, relaxing, face heating with a blush, despite the fact he’d seen all of me before.

“Beautiful.” His hands ghosted over the skin of my thigh, one moving to cup me between my legs. Seb looked like a man consumed, desire-blown pupils, lips swollen from where he nibbled them with his teeth. Torturing them exactly how I now thought he wanted to torture me. His other hand found my ass and dragged my hips upward while my hands remained planted on Ben’s legs, giving him unfettered access to me. The hand that cupped me slid through the evidence of my arousal, and his fingers entered me.

Ben rose, moving my hands from his legs to draw them behind my head and around his neck, and he ushered us forwards until I straddled Seb’s lap. Ben was at my back, pinning me between their bodies as he tightened his legs outside of mine. I was completely trapped between their thighs.

Mindlessly, I rolled my hips forwards over Seb’s fingers. Every inch of space I gave, they absorbed until there was none left.

“You’re so pretty when you moan for us, Izzy.” Seb captured my mouth in his, dragging his teeth across my lips as he drove another finger inside me – he swallowed my next moan.

Looking for an anchor, I ran my fingers into Ben’s hair. His hold on my arms kept me upright when my body began to shudder and tremble.

“Ready, Izzy?” he whispered in my ear.

Suddenly, Seb’s fingers were gone, the emptiness only momentary. He’d removed himself from his boxers and the head of his cock was running through the slickness I’d created.

Up and down, notching at my entrance, then back up. He tortured me, my desperate begs increasing in frequency.

“Sugar?” Ben ran his tongue over my pulse. “He’s waiting.”

“What?” I mumbled, twisting my body, trying to encourage him to go where I needed him.

“Are you ready?” he repeated.

“God, yes.” They wanted my words. “Please, yes.”

Ben’s hold on me tightened at the same time Seb surged upwards, impaling me on his erection.

I let out a broken sound, and Ben captured it with his mouth, dropping his hold on my arms, and I grabbed onto Seb as he fucked me. Each time the force of his thrust pushed me up, he dragged me back down onto him.

Ben’s fingers traced across my body, caressing my breasts on their way to replacing Seb’s hold on my hips. Seb took both my nipples into his hands and rolled them roughly between his fingers.

I cried out into Ben’s mouth. He didn’t allow me to break the kiss, taking control of my mouth and my body, he rolled my hips over Seb, meeting every up thrust with downward pressure, Seb pushed deeper and deeper, the stretch sharp against the aching warmth starting at my clit and shooting through my body. Every time our bodies came together, Ben rolled me so that my clit dragged over Seb’s body.

The tension climbed, an ache building, and I held Seb to me.

“I’m going to come,” I murmured into Ben’s kisses.

Seb either didn’t hear or didn’t care because he continued, the pace they set punishing until the climax crashed down on me. I gasped and trembled between the two.

Ben rolled his hips against my lower back, the thickness of his erection drawing helpless moans. Seb’s moans joined mine as his hips stuttered then stilled, holding me down on his spasming cock as he found his release.

Softly, Ben laid a sweet kiss on my lips, releasing me. I leaned away, realising how I’d tormented his hair, but before the worry could take away the glow of my orgasm, he shook his head, pulling back slightly with a dark smile. I immediately missed the press of him, my hands reaching behind me to grab him.

“It’s okay, Killer.” Seb’s voice was still thick with want. He lifted me gently, the wet sound of him withdrawing from my body and the pleasant soreness of how well he’d fucked me reviving the last sparks of my orgasm.

“Oh my God.” I smiled, dazed. “Ben?” I still searched for him.

Seb’s responding chuckle was pure debauchery.

Warmth from Ben’s body reappeared at my back, but instead of bracketing me, his knees came between mine this time. The thick ridge of his erection pressing into my back once again as Seb pressed me into Ben’s front, his hands lowering to lift my hips, adjusting them until Ben was pressed against my centre.