38. Sandwiches
SANDWICHES
We barely even pull into their garage when the back door is swung open and I’m immediately tossed over Gavin’s shoulder. His large palm lands on my ass with a thwack, making me moan as the plug shifts.
I thought about not wearing it at the photoshoot, but it felt like an incentive to get Gavin to agree to go in the first place. I haven’t told them my big plan, but I’ll have them approve it before it’s fully public.
Ben’s trailing behind us, his grin wide as he follows. Mikey greets him. He’s basically his cat now, and I can’t even blame the orange traitor.
Gavin carries me down the hall, my hands on his lower back to keep my head from dangling as he plops me down on his bed.
“Fuck. I’m all worked up,” Gavin hisses, cupping his cock outside of his pants. He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair, while I shift my body so that I’m resting on my elbows.
“What can I do to make it better, sir?” I ask, tilting my head to the side, feeling mischievous.
“Don’t push me, Katherine,” he says and I bite my lip.
I pat the bed, my gaze meeting Ben’s.
“Why don’t you take your clothes off and wait till he tells me what to do so I can tell you what to do,” I say.
Ben’s trying to suppress a laugh as Gavin grabs my ankle and drags me down the bed, making me yelp.
“You’re just looking for a red ass, aren’t you? Where’s my good girl at?” he asks, taunting me right back.
“I want whatever you want, sir,” I say.
“Now you want to be sweet for me?” he asks, his thumb rubbing circles on my ankle.
“I always want to be sweet for you.”
His rough hands slide up my thighs, making goosebumps pebble along my flesh as he grabs the silk belt of my robe.
“You are, aren’t you? Show me how sweet. Take this off,” he says, grabbing the lace of the lingerie and pinching it. “Show me where you want me.”
“Can you help me get out of it?” I ask, turning on my stomach, his fingers diligently unlatching each hook of the bodysuit. He then tenderly slides each strap off my shoulders before slipping it off my body. I have to adjust my body weight as he slowly shifts it down.
Eventually I’m bare to him, my face pressed against the sheets, with my plugged ass high in the air.
His fingers toy with the flared base, never tugging or shifting the toy, just enough to drive me crazy.
“Did you spend the whole photoshoot picturing what we were going to do afterward? Is that why you looked so fucking hot?”
Instead of words, I just press my ass harder against his hand.
“I think you need to learn a lesson in patience,” he says, and I groan.
“Ben, come here,” I tell him, and he shifts on the bed.
“No coming. No penetration, not yet,” Gavin says, but he doesn’t say no to me playing with Ben. I can abide by those rules, while making my own.
“You want to make me feel good, don’t you, baby?” I ask him, and he nods eagerly.
He’s still in his boxer briefs, not completely naked as I grip his chin and place a delicate kiss against his lips.
“You want me so bad. Tell me how bad.”
“So fucking bad. You’re going to be so tight,” Ben says against my lips.
“Do you think I’m wet enough to take the both of you?”
“Let me make you wetter, please. Let me taste you, let me make your pussy wet so you’ll fuck me.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” I ask, running my nails through his hair.
“Yes. So much,” he says, kissing down my collarbone, licking and caressing my scar.
I adjust the pillows on the bed, lying on my back as Ben kisses down my body. I make eye contact on and off with Gavin as Ben finally makes his way to my pussy. I grip his hair lightly.
“You can’t leave my thighs out,” I say, noticing he didn’t pepper them with kisses.
“Of course not,” he agrees with a smile, holding my thigh and kissing the soft flesh.
Gavin is hard to read as he sits on the chair across the room, but I can tell the build of anticipation is making him ravenous.
I truly regret agreeing to the no coming rule as soon as Ben’s lips are kissing my mound and his tongue is spreading my lips to lick my clit.
My breathing hitches as Ben licks and sucks, moaning while he does so.
“Have you missed this?”
“So much,” he mumbles against my core.
“Is she wet?” Gavin asks from the corner.
“So wet. So good,” Ben says, his eyes meeting mine as his lips wrap around my clit and he sucks hard.
My chest rises and falls and I know if he would just slide his fingers inside of me, I’d be close. His tongue is the best torture, as I feel myself getting wetter with the combination of my arousal and his saliva.
“Right there, Ben,” I tell him, cupping the back of his head, holding his mouth right where I want him. “Please,” I beg, and I can tell Ben wants to give in, that he wants to slip his fingers inside me and curl them in that spot I like while he sucks and licks at my clit.
But I don’t even get the chance to tell him what to do as Gavin’s hand clamps on his shoulder. Ben pulls away. There’s a glistening sheen around Ben’s lips that he uses his forearm to wipe away.
“I think she’s wet enough. She can come as many times as she wants while we both fill her up. Go lie down on the bed.”
Ben follows his directions as Gavin curls a finger at me. Like a moth to flame, I’m crawling across the mattress and kneeling as he tenderly grasps my throat, bringing me in for a rough kiss.
“I want you to go sit on my brother’s cock and get used to the stretch of having him and the toy inside of you and make sure it’s not too much. Can you do that for me?”
I nod, and he smacks my ass hard. “Yes, sir,” I say, correcting myself.
“You’ll tell us if it’s too much? Don’t push your body too far.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply and he kisses me again as I move over Ben’s body, straddling his hips and grinding my pussy along the length of his cock.
His breath hitches and his hands grip my waist.
“You did such a good job making me wet, didn’t you? You deserve to be fucked.”
“Please,” he rasps out, and I can barely take any more waiting as I slide a hand between us, his length tacky with my arousal as I notch him at my entrance and slide down.
My breathing hitches as I slide down, the pressure of having the toy inside of me and his dick is new. Not unwanted, not too much, but I know that when I take Gavin, it will be twice as tight.
Ben’s mouth parts with a whoosh of air slipping out of his lips and his hands tighten against my flesh.
“Oh, fuck. I don’t know how long I’ll last. You’re already so tight.”
I hold the side of his neck. It’s too large for me to even wrap my palm around anyway, but just enough pressure so that he knows I’m in charge.
“You’re gonna lie here and let me fuck you. You need me to come first don’t you, Ben?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I can…I can do that for you,” he says, like he’s not sure.
“You’re always such a good boy for me. I know you can,” I say, placing a kiss on his cheek.
It’s then that Gavin is behind me. His fingers toying with the flared base as lube drips along my crack, making the in and out of the plug smoother. He doesn’t pull it all the way out, just enough for the largest part to push in and out of me.
I hold on to Ben, my fingers digging into his shoulders as his brother toys with me from behind.
“Ready for more?” Gavin asks.
I look down at Ben who seems skeptical, but he nods.
“Yes, sir,” I say as he slowly pulls the toy out of me and I immediately miss the fullness that it provided.
But that feeling doesn’t last long as his lubed up cock presses against my hole. The pressure is so tight with Ben already inside of me, but Gavin moves slowly.
“That’s it. Fuck, look at you so full,” he praises, even though he’s barely inside of me. “You were made for this. I always knew it, didn’t I? That you were made to be fucked?”
I shiver at the memory of our first night together as he presses further ever so slightly.
Ben’s abdomen is tight under me, his fingers digging into my skin as he lets out a suffering moan.
“So tight,” Ben rasps out.
“So fucking tight,” Gavin parrots, his hand gliding up my spine where he holds the back of my neck so that I’m pressed firmly against Ben’s chest.
Gavin decides how fast he moves, how much I can take as he slowly cants his hips. The head of his length teases me, almost slipping out, but he never does. The fullness is intense, bordering on too much, and I hold on to Ben to keep my grip on reality.
“I knew you could take both of us. You were made to be between us. So fucking full of cock, you should always be like this,” Gavin says. “Are you ready to take me deeper? You can take it, can’t you?”
The words have me relaxing more, and he’s able to slide in further, a masculine groan rattling out of his chest.
“Holy fuck,” Ben curses beneath of me, his hips slightly shifting upward.
“Not yet,” I tell him and he takes a deep breath with a nod.
Before I know it, Gavin’s thighs are pressed against my ass cheeks and I’m so deeply full of both of them. The moans that fall out of me are involuntary and loud, but there’s no way I could control them.
“Okay. You…you can move,” I tell Ben.
The moment I tell him that, both of them are thrusting in and out of me in tandem.
There are moments when I feel so fucking full I could scream and others where they’re in sync and I’m filled in one hole and begging for fullness in another.
“Are you going to come from being stuffed with cock, Katherine?” Gavin asks between pants. “I need to feel you gripping both of us.”
“Please, Kate. I’m so close,” Ben pleads beneath me.
“Okay. Fu…fuck. It’s so good,” I say while adjusting my position only slightly, making my clit rub against the hair of Ben’s pelvis.
As soon as they start thrusting again I know I’m going to fall apart.
There are hands everywhere, on my waist, on my neck, on my ass. I’m full to the hilt and the sensation feels almost otherworldly. For a moment, it’s like my mind completely shuts off and all I feel is my body.
Euphoria floods me as I crest the wave of my orgasm that boards on pain as my pussy clenches around Ben.
His breath hitches and I’m probably holding on to him too tight, but I can’t help myself, not as I let my body shatter at their hands, a gush of fluid making the friction between me and Ben wetter as Gavin fucks into me harder.
Ben is frantically fucking me from below as I shudder from my release, moaning loudly into his ear, whimpers falling out of him as he floods me with his cum.
“Fuck. That’s it, beautiful. There’s my good girl,” Gavin says behind me, before he pulls out.
Suddenly the emptiness has me going boneless over Ben’s body. Gavin spreads me wide as he pants, shooting ropes of cum against my asshole.
Ben holds me against his chest as I take in everything that just happened.
Who would have thought my post-divorce sexual exploration would have led me to be sandwiched between two men I’ve fallen desperately in love with?
I can’t help but laugh at the thought.
“Did we break her?” Ben says, and I laugh even harder, and he winces at the feeling of me clenching around him. I show him mercy by shifting my hips as he spills out of me.
“Not broken. Definitely not broken,” I say, as Gavin grabs a warm towel, cleaning me up and we all collapse against the pillows together.
I repeat the words in my head. I’m not broken and I never was.