Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
ISABELLE
My hands instinctively grabbed for the towel as it fell away, missing it completely.
“Very nice.” Seb sighed. “Ben?”
“Beautiful.” His voice held awe, something I still couldn’t believe anyone felt when they looked at any part of me. Let alone all of me.
The urge to cover up had me balling my fists, but not actually covering myself, something I barely acknowledged as growth before Seb noticed.
He chuckled. I knew what was coming next. “No hiding, Killer.”
The words were like a jolt of electricity to the slowly burning arousal in the pit of my stomach. I felt my nipples pebble in the cool air, another thing Seb noticed.
He drew his lower lip between his teeth, biting down on it slowly, and I wished that it was my nipple between his teeth instead.
Shuddering at the thought, I turned as Ben rose and crossed the room towards us. He grinned at Seb, wrapping an arm around him. The pair of them were now drinking in my naked form.
“She’s cold, Seb.” The tone of the comment announced it as a normal Ben observation, but underneath I heard something more, and I could absolutely see something more in his eyes.
He was toying with me, too.
“On the bed, Killer. Let us warm you up,” Seb coaxed.
Fucking hell. My feet moved on their own, crossing the room. I climbed as gracefully as I could, coming to rest on my knees on the tall bed, my legs distinctly closed.
“Seb told you not to hide, Sugar.” Ben was frowning at my arm, which I’d drawn across my body, and Seb growled in agreement, the two advancing towards me.
“I’ll give you first choice, Benji, because I love you,” Seb purred.
Ben didn’t blink at the words of affection. I suspected there was love there, but Ben knew it, and the way the pair had both been clear in their desire for me suddenly felt all the more important.
Ben slowly lifted his jumper up and over his head, exposing the broad plane of toned muscles underneath. His careful diet and the workshop kept him in incredible physical shape.
I now drank him in, every inch of him, determined to commit his body to memory, to never forget him, and this moment.
Drawing me out of my thoughts, he ran his fingers under the waistband of his joggers. I realised he was smiling at my admiration as he slowly dragged them down, leaving him in only a pair of briefs.
In true Ben form, he gently folded the trousers and placed them on the sideboard on top of his already folded jumper. Never rushing, Ben didn’t move immediately, and Seb pulled him in closer, his hand snaking across the bare skin of Ben’s back to hold his waist.
Seb dropped a tender kiss to the base of his neck, and Ben leaned into him.
Then the moment was gone. Ben followed me onto the bed and took up a position behind me. He was close enough that I could feel how he bracketed my body, but without his legs actually encasing mine.
“Good choice.” Seb tore off his clothes, laying them beside Ben’s with considerably less care, his attention only on the two of us.
The bed dipped as he joined us, where Ben took care not to touch me; Seb gave me no such space. His toned thighs on either side of my knees, his broad frame almost filling my view, the warmth of his body drawing the gentlest tremor across mine.
I flushed as I felt a flood of arousal, acutely aware of how wet I was becoming, thankful for having my legs closed. The knowledge that I was so completely confined had my head swimming.
Seb’s hands brushed my arms where they were still loosely wrapped around my naked body. Softly he tugged them away, a second pair of hands joining his. Ben collected my wrists and drew them behind me. Instead of pinning them as I anticipated, my palms were placed softly on his upper legs.
When Seb caressed my nipple before tweaking the sensitive peak, I had to fight the urge to dig my fingers into Ben’s flexed thigh, desperate not to make him feel uncomfortable. He’d chosen to be behind me for a reason, one I assigned to not being on the receiving end of my wandering hands.
“Oh my God!” I cried, my hands lifted involuntarily at Seb’s next sharp tug, but were secured, Ben’s large palm locking them in place.
“Mm-hmm.” Seb leaned in, murmuring in my ear. Ben’s mouth met my other shoulder and he placed light, open-mouthed kisses there.
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.
I gasped. Holy fuck.
Ben’s hands met Seb’s, both holding my hips above the thick length of Ben’s cock; they waited.
I dipped my head in agreement, and they lowered me gently onto Ben.
The shudder of his breath tickled over my ear and my arousal roared to life, clenching on him and he growled at the pressure. The noise new from Ben, but in this moment, the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.
Thrusting forwards, he lifted us until we were both on our knees, where Seb pulled us against him, his arms locking me in place.
The slow withdrawal as Ben lowered himself away from me had me whimpering.
“Don’t worry, Killer. He’s not finished with you yet.” Seb’s words were punctuated by Ben driving back up into me. Hard.
The air rushed from my lungs at the impact; he then gripped my hips and began driving into me. The way they had tilted my hips had Ben rubbing against the spot inside me that had stars forming in my vision, an orgasm building.
As Seb watched, I moaned. His jaw hung open as he looked between Ben and me, the pulsing of his renewed erection pressed into my stomach, and I swear I almost blacked out with desire.
“Please, Ben,” I begged him desperately.
He swept my hair away from my back and began laying urgent kisses along my neck. “Don’t beg me, Sugar.”
“Seb?” I watched his chest heave, his hips rolling the now solid hard-on into my soft flesh. “Please, Seb?”
His nostrils flared. “Fucking hell,” he growled, sliding his thigh into the tight space between mine, as deeply as he could have given the way Ben’s legs framed the outside of them. “You can ride my thigh.”
I gasped at his words.
“She likes it when you speak like that,” Ben panted.
Seb’s delight at this revelation was evident.
“Sugar, I want you to ride his thigh. Now.” Ben’s quiet words were an order.
That was all the instruction I needed. Every deep thrust from Ben had me rolling my hips over Seb’s toned thighs.
Seb didn’t look away, watching me, and I realised that the embarrassment I’d expected to feel was absent.
“Izzy.” Ben’s tone turned urgent.
I whimpered, my body tensing.
“That’s it, Killer. Let me see.” Seb’s fingers clamped around my nipple, the shot of pain complemented by Ben’s teeth sinking into my shoulder.
I came again on a scream, Ben cursing with me as he fell over the edge at exactly the same time.