Chapter 13 #2
Seb released my feet and grabbed my waist, lifting me and dropping me into his lap.
My knees bunched up against my chest, the two of us so close to Ben it felt ridiculous.
Two sofas and several armchairs, and we were creeping into the personal space of the most cautious, carefully distant person I’d ever met.
Seb’s nose dragged along my jaw and into my hair and my breathing halted entirely.
“You smell just like someone else I know,” he purred.
My lungs began to ache and I drew in a breath. “Is that why you suggested I use Ben’s products? So, I smelled like him?” I wasn’t sure what that would mean and I realised I was desperate to hear his reply.
“Not so you smelled of Ben, although I do like it, but so you smelled how Ben likes.” His fingers tilted my head to bring my eyes to the man in question.
Ben’s lips were parted slightly, the pale blue of his eyes glowing in the flickering fire.
He catalogued everywhere Seb touched me – where his face was still buried in my hair, then to my mouth.
His body turned in slightly, his arms moving to spread over the back and the arm of the sofa, broad frame on display.
I drew my tongue over my lips, my mouth suddenly so dry, and Ben followed the movement. Not with curiosity, the way he normally watched me, but as though he was unable to look away.
“Isn’t that right, Ben?” Seb dropped his playful nickname and Ben nodded shallowly. “Nothing to say?” Seb pushed him.
I sensed rather than saw the turn of Seb’s head to look at Ben, his fingers still held my face in place, Ben the centre of my focus.
“I like my smell on her,” he stated.
My stomach flipped slightly, I twisted to try to look at Seb, but he held me entirely still so I could see only Ben, Ben observing the two of us in return.
Seb shifted under me and I became acutely aware of how I sat on him. His free hand snaked around my waist and drew me higher on his lap, the solid bulge of an erection unmistakable against my hip.
A soft noise fell from my lips and I clamped them tightly closed to strangle the needy sound.
“Don’t.” My attention snapped to Ben from where I had allowed it to drop away, self-conscious. His eyes were hooded, lips wet where he swept his tongue over them.
The heat in the room was increasing and it had nothing to do with the fire.
“Seb?” I didn’t know how to voice my question. What is this? What are you to Ben? What’s happening?
He heard all of them.
“Neither of us have conforming views on what attraction is, Killer. Ben wants what Ben wants, I want what I want. Why can’t that be both of you? Or you both of us?”
I moaned again, less bashful now. His words had arousal beginning to coil in my lower stomach, tension building.
Ben’s gaze like soft touches. His eyes and Seb’s hands.
Seb’s hips shifted again and I closed my eyes at the press of him running up my hip. I couldn’t be sure, but he was either extremely aroused, or extremely large. Or both.
Drawing in another slow, deep breath, I inadvertently pushed myself into him in kind and I froze.
I wasn’t conservative, but I’d never been in a situation like this, never even begun to imagine one. I hadn’t known myself that this could be something I’d find enjoyable. But I did. My knees shifted mindlessly, thighs rubbing slowly together, seeking out friction where I pulsed with need.
“We can start slowly.” I was tilted so slightly towards Seb, him leaning in to close the distance so I could still find Ben in my line of sight. Reclined against the back of the sofa still, he was motionless, the only exception the shallow rise and fall of his chest.
Seb placed the softest of kisses to my mouth and my eyes shuttered closed. He waited for me to part my lips for a trembled breath and his tongue invaded my space. The hand around my waist dragged me closer to him, the friction earning a strangled groan into my mouth.
I felt Ben move and opened my eyes, Seb releasing me so I could face him, Seb’s mouth now moved to where his fingers had held me, peppering soft caressing kisses down the column of my neck.
Ben’s eyes darted from my mouth to my eyes, to where Seb had begun nipping at my throat, then to his hold around my waist and how he was rolling my body over his erection.
His eyes had blown wide with arousal of his own.
A gentle suck from Seb and I was tilting my head to give him access.
My eyes on Ben while feeling Seb’s hard body against mine.
Then Seb stopped.
“Think about it,” he muttered.
My core clenched at the cessation.
“Don’t rush into anything you’re unsure of,” Seb whispered loud enough for both of us to hear.
Ben dipped his head in agreement and I had the overwhelming urge to clamber into his lap. I wondered if his hair would feel as soft as it looked when I eventually got to draw my fingers through it. What noises he would make.
How he would sound next to Seb’s low, rasping groans.
“Okay,” I agreed. Because I knew I had to think this over with a clear head.
And that if Seb didn’t stop this right now, I wouldn’t.