Chapter 18 #2
His emerald eyes were now hooded and I knew Izzy would be experiencing the telltale press of his erection into her back.
She turned him on something fierce. I was thrilled to find not a drop of jealousy, not only because she did the same to me, but because Seb was nothing if not direct.
He’d already told me what he wanted. Every single fantasy of his included the both of us, and mine were quickly revolving around both of them.
Alone. Together. Any way I could get them.
Seb sighed as he removed his hand from her lips, sliding his fingers down her arms to capture her wrists which he placed carefully on his legs. “Hands here, Killer. Ben will let you know when he wants you to touch him.”
I saw her fingers flex into his muscled thighs and the responding smirk dancing over Seb’s features. He would be loving this.
“What if I can’t?” Her question was whispered.
Seb responded by running the back side of his fingers over the curve of her waist causing her to jolt. “If we can’t be trusted with our hands, then we won’t be permitted control of them.”
She gulped, the movement of her throat captivating.
Her skin was so pale, so beautiful. I wonder if Seb has marked it yet?
I moved between Seb’s knees, keeping a fraction of space between Izzy’s body and mine, and watched her eyes roving over me before she turned once more to check in with Seb, but his smirk only turned devilish and he turned her back to face me.
“Do I need to hold you still?” His words were whispered over Izzy’s ear but I shuddered as if it were over mine.
Gulping I raised my hand to her braid, gently lifting the length between my fingers. It was as soft as I had expected. I then released it and ran my knuckles gently along the underside of her jaw. I wanted to cup it in my hand, but I wasn’t there yet.
Her chest rose in panting inhales and a surge of arousal thickened my dick inside my joggers. I needed to know if she was wet inside hers.
I looked down, my eyes following my mind, and Seb chuckled. He knew.
I allowed my fingertips to make contact with her jumper. The material was soft and oversized, but still I could feel the curve of her breasts despite the swathes of fabric, the tapering of her waist and the swell of her hips, then I stopped.
Her short breaths were more akin to light pants now and the realisation had me smiling.
She was into this. I didn’t know why I’d doubted it after the other night, but I had no data for this situation so I simply couldn’t support it as an option.
Seb’s hands met mine and guided our fingers over and inside the joggers. His fingers slipped between mine, both finding bare skin.
“Your Sugar has arrived unwrapped, Benji,” he drawled.
I heard the stutter of my breath but had no time to think about it because Seb’s journey hadn’t stopped.
Her skin was so soft, sensitive – the caress of our joined fingers had tremors wracking her small frame and from the corner of my eye I saw her fingers bunching on Seb’s legs.
Our fingers found the apex of her legs, curling over the inside of her thigh and travelling upward where we met the evidence of her arousal. My stilted breathing matched hers. I closed the space between us until my erection brushed against her stomach, the gentle pressure making me groan.
Seb’s hand disappeared, leaving me caressing the outside of her centre, gently moving inwards.
My eyes returned to her face. Her lips, now fully parted, were swollen where she rolled them between her teeth. Her hands that had been on Seb’s thighs were wound around his neck, his palms on the underside of her arms keeping them in place.
Feeling my confidence rising, I leaned in and traced her lips with mine, my tongue darting out to taste her.
I looked briefly to Seb, an unspoken communication passing between us. This girl.
He nodded and I sealed my mouth over hers, swallowing her whines.
She kissed me back, softly at first. As our kisses heated, she began to resist Seb’s hold on her, until she registered that it was a lost cause. He wouldn’t be letting her go until he chose to, so she pressed in fiercely to our kiss, her tongue surging against mine, she writhed and whimpered.
I ran two fingers along her centre, waiting to feel her reaction in the way she kissed me and wasn’t disappointed. Desperate sounds began falling from her and I inhaled every single one.
My hips softly rocked, while Seb whispered quietly in her ear, inaudible to me but I didn’t care. I felt her legs widening as best they could and dragged my fingers down, circling her entrance then pushing inside, the tightness swallowing them I pressed them deeper, softly thrusting.
She moaned, breaking our kiss and nodding keenly.
“Ben?”
My eyes opened to her; fuck she was beautiful. Her hips rolled on my hand, her arms trembling under Seb’s palms.
“Can I touch you?” she begged.
Seb eyed me, his jaw was tight and cheeks bore a soft blush, but he was still composed. Just.
I nodded. “Fuck yes.”
Seb immediately released one of her arms, keeping her in place with the other, his now freed hand cupped her breast before her newly freed hand had so much as grazed over the front of my trousers.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, her fingers cupping me and I instinctively ground against her.
“Jesus.” I ghosted my thumb over her clit then began to caress it. Both of our bodies bucking at the feel of the other’s touch.
“Seb,” she panted. “Let me touch you?”
“One on me, the other on him.” His reply was a clear instruction.
“Yes, please yes.”
Then Seb’s hand was on my hip, his grip pulling my body into Izzy’s hold.
Her grip loosened and she pulled at the waistband. “Can I?”
I looked at her and she waited, eyes glazed with need, her hips never stopping against my hand, the little sobs of pleasure getting higher and louder.
“Yeah.” God I wanted her to.
Her hand slid inside my underwear, her warm fingers wrapping around me.
“Oh my God,” she gasped.
“Right?” Seb chuckled in response.
Her mouth was back on mine, Seb’s hands travelling across both of our bodies, grabbing and coaxing.
Tentatively I pressed harder against her clit, reading the way she pressed against me, her hand pumping up and down, softly rotating on some upstrokes until I was ready to combust.
“Sugar,” I moaned against her, Seb groaning beside us. “You feel so good, I’m close.”
“Oh, oh yes, please, me too.” She nipped my lip and I drove into her palm, claiming her mouth again.
Her body stuttered, her movements unsteady, I curled my fingers inside her and she came.
Her body spasmed over my fingers, her centre clenching, the sensation of her coming the final straw as heat pulsed low in my stomach, my breath stolen from my lungs as I came, her hand steadily pumping me through it.
She slowed, and I came back to myself, finding her watching me, her fingers releasing me carefully.
I stopped her hasty retreat, lowering my mouth to hers gently, the touch barrier well and truly broken. I could have sworn she melted in that moment, slowly kissing me back, until Seb broke the spell, teasing me away from her and stealing the kisses from my mouth, then hers.
“Yum,” he snickered.
Izzy giggled and I couldn’t help the smile stealing over my face, amazed to find that pressure I was avoiding, the surge of panic living in my blood today – it was entirely gone.