Page 98 of The Betrothal

Ben approached carefully, his fingertips dragging over the curves of my waist to cup my aching breasts then thumbing my tortured nipples. I moaned, the sensation shooting to add to the already pooling heat between my legs. Then he released me, sliding into the shower and turning on the jets before resting easily against the cool wall.

My eyes roved his body, stalling when they found his hand gripping his straining cock. He pumped his fist slowly, sensually. My lips parted and I whimpered.

Seb slowly lowered my knickers, helping me out of them, he fisted them and went to tuck them in his pocket.

“No. What? No, Seb! You can’t take my underwear. I don’t have many, plus they’re two days old,” I pleaded but his eyes only darkened.

He smirked. “We’ll swap then.”

I choked on any witty reply, grabbing his t-shirt, done with the foreplay.

“You are next, you can see ours.” I laughed but he didn’t move, his gaze dark with desire. He ground his jaw. “You can’t shower in your clothes.” I tried to lift his top but he stopped me.

“I can’t wait.” He wrapped me into his body and pressed me forwards until my hips met the marble surface. He placed my hands flat against the cool surface, the temperature doing nothing to cool my burning body. He squeezed my wrists. “You’ll need these for support if you want to be able to see Benji. Although I’m more than happy to press you into the surface?”

My attention locked on his in the large mirror, then to Ben who now stood under the spray of the shower, his hand moving steadily. I panted at the image.

Seb chuckled, his touch dancing over my naked flesh, goosebumps following in its wake, until he ran his fingers through my evident arousal, sinking one slowly inside me.

“This work for you, Benji?” he called out.

Ben’s head dipped in his reflection. “Perfect.” He rolled his fist over the head of his dick, his chest shuddering as he did so and my insides fluttered.

“Oh, she likes watching you, Benji.” Seb’s words accompanied the sound of rustling, he paused then folded himself over me, his front to my back. “Ready for me, Killer?”

I lifted my eyes to his in the mirror, ignoring the wide-eyed flushed woman below him, nodding, snapping my eyes back to Ben just as Seb impaled me on his enormous cock.

I cried out then moaned behind my lips.

“Nuh-uh, Killer. We want to hear you scream for us.” Seb withdrew torturously slowly, sliding back in, filling me deeply and stealing my breath.

“Moan for me.” He rolled his hips and I gasped. “Moan for Ben.”

I looked to Ben in the mirror, his hand moving quicker and my mouth watered. “I want him too,” I whimpered.

Seb groaned in my ear, thrusting again, his hips meeting mine, deeper than before, bordering on discomfort and I moaned louder.

“That’s it, Killer, a little louder.” He gripped my hips and slid out to slam back in before setting a punishing pace.

“Oh my God!”

Seb’s smile widened, I watched in the mirror as he looked down my body to where he held me, watching as he fucked me, my stomach clenching with how exposed I was, the building need making me wetter and wetter.

The telltale signs of an orgasm started to tighten in my stomach, my body aching, Seb rubbing against the perfect place with each punishing thrust.

“Seb,” I muttered, pressing back into him. “Seb, please.”

“What did I say, Killer?” he growled.

I blanked. What did he say?

“Louder.”

His fingers dug into my skin, fixing me in place and he pounded into me, my cries rising until I came on a scream.

Seb moaned loudly, curses falling from his lips, I looked between him and Ben as the tremors wracked my body. Seb slowed, then stilled, his hands moving to trace my skin, worshipping me.

His mouth moved across my shoulders, my attention now on Ben and how his hand still moved. I licked my lips.