Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
ISABELLE
There was no real time to dwell on those pesky feelings, since Seb had leaned into Ben and the two muttered between themselves briefly, then they rose.
Seb extended his hand for me to take. “Let’s go, Killer.”
His tone allowed for no argument, so I stood and let him lead me from the kitchen and up the stairs. Where I’d expected an escort to the guest room, he surprised me by turning sharply at the top of the staircase, leading me towards Ben’s bedroom.
I’d never been inside. The light flowed freely into the space. Aside from the huge bed and two bedside tables with tall lamps, there was no other furniture, the surfaces of the tables and the windowsill were bare.
The bed was made, dark grey blankets and silky sheets folded neatly over the top, tucked in perfectly at the edges. Ben had no scatter cushions or needless decoration.
What he did have were three large, black-framed photographs. Ben and Seb, Ben and Alex, and in the middle Alex and Ben with two people who could only be their parents.
The brothers smiled broadly, the older couple between them had years on my parents and I thought back to Alex’s account of his mother’s difficulties. They’d had Alex later in life.
I spun taking in the rest of the space. Behind the bed which sat against the far wall, the black-stained wooden headboard reaching up at least five feet above the mattress, there were two openings.
Nothing beyond them was clearly visible from where I stood.
Ben took my hand in his and led me through into what was a slightly smaller space.
The walls were covered by floor-to-ceiling cupboards and shelves, the handful of surfaces in here weren’t bare, but they were extremely carefully arranged.
A selection of personal items, grooming toiletries and another smaller framed photograph, this one of Ben’s mother.
I felt him watching me while I looked at the photo, his hand tightening on mine in the shared moment. Then he opened a cupboard.
“I’m sorry. I don’t have much hanging space.” He pointed to several shelves which housed my meagre possessions. I didn’t have a chance to reply when Ben continued. “Seb offered to clear his rail for you?”
“My things are in your room?” I didn’t manage to answer his question, settling for a ridiculously obvious statement. Izzy, Jesus.
“You don’t think we’re letting you away from us for even a second given you’re leaving us soon, do you?” Seb’s arms wrapped around me from behind, his head coming to rest on my shoulder.
“But, you didn’t know when I was leaving until just now?” I wasn’t buying that.
“We hedged?” Seb replied. “Plus, it was one of the ways we managed to relax after the wicked brother whisked you away.” He made light of the situation but the scowl marring Ben’s features told me he was still far from happy with the lost days.
“Okay.” My reply was aimed at Ben and the shadows haunting his eyes cleared slightly.
“Okay!” Seb crowed. “I think we need to wash the last two days’ hard labour from your body.” Seb’s hands roamed over my hips.
“How do you know I helped out? And why would you think that I didn’t shower?” I played along, although I did desperately want a hot shower.
After a morning working as a lumberjack and then the cold journey back under the crisp sun, I felt icky.
Seb didn’t miss a beat. “Question one, I know you. Question two, I don’t really care.” Seb swept me up, ignoring my complaints and bundled me down the hall.
I clamped my hand over my mouth, my peals of laughter quietened by the action.
Alex was downstairs and I couldn’t say for sure that it would bother him, I thought it might. Maybe it wouldn’t. After all, he was the one to tap out downstairs before we talked about anything else.
Before I knew it, I had been placed gently back on my feet beside the bathroom sink and Seb was lifting my jumper until it blocked my view entirely, leaving me no choice but to raise my arms and allow him to slip it off.
When my ability to see was restored, I discovered the door was closed and both men were watching me, their gazes intense.
The sexual tension in the room was rising and anticipation coiled in my stomach.
Ben lifted his t-shirt, exposing his torso to us. Seb and I watched hungrily while he lowered his joggers, revealing he was naked underneath.
He straightened, the length of his erection thick between his thighs.
Both Seb and I stared and Ben’s eyes crinkled with a smile. “Perverts,” he grumbled playfully, his voice hoarse. “Strip her.”
I gulped, offering no resistance as Seb smiled at Ben before reaching to remove my top, then tease my leggings down my thighs and over my feet.
He rose to toy with the straps of my bra, my preferred bralettes often felt less sexy than some of the alternatives, but the way they both watched me left me with no doubts whatsoever at their desire for me.
Seb slipped the straps down my arms, gently tugging the bralette with them, he allowed the elastic to catch just above my nipples then dragged it down so it caught on the sensitive flesh, ripping a moan from me, they peaked tightly.
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.
“Bring her here, Seb,” he demanded.
Seb slipped from my body, his fingers working the condom free. Thank God they remembered the fucking condoms – I was definitely ovulating now. He stripped and guided me into the shower.
“Where do you want her?” he asked.
Ben searched my face. “Knees,” he replied and Seb slowly pressed me down until my knees met the wet tiles, he stood behind me, fingers running through my now dampening hair.
My tongue darted out and glanced over the flushed head of Ben’s cock. His pumping fist slowed to a stop, gripping the base as I took him into my mouth.
I delicately took him in hand and he let go, his fingers coming to trace the tight circle my lips formed around his girth, his eyes blown completely with his arousal.
I bobbed my head, sucking him while Seb’s hands caressed my hair, then tightened in it. He held me on Ben’s length, releasing to allow me to pull back, drawing in a breath I swirled my tongue over the sensitive tip then drew him deeper into my mouth again.
I blinked under the spray of the shower, continuing to watch Ben. Waiting to see his reaction, to see him come. I took him deeper, Seb’s hands guiding me. Swallowing around him I watched him twitch, mouth dropped, breathing raggedly.
Seb released me, coming to sit beside us on a tiled bench. “Touch yourself, Izzy.”
I mumbled an argument about rebound times around Ben but Seb simply laughed. “I’d like to watch you do it, but I’m happy to participate.”
Fuck.
My hands slid over the wet skin of my thigh, dipping between my legs and finding the arousal there. I glanced my fingers over my clit, it was swollen and needy, I pressed down and circled, the sensitivity clawing a ragged moan which was mirrored in Ben.
My fingers began sliding over the sensitive flesh, the need to come building in me faster than I imagined possible. I sucked Ben as deeply as I could, moaning against him, nowhere near able to take the full length of him, I vowed to try to manage it before we were torn apart.
Ben’s hand cupped my jaw and his hips started to work in time with my movements, I hollowed my cheeks and pulled away, gasping and feeling the moisture spilling from my mouth and down my body.
Seb began to drop more filthy words than I was able to cope with, Ben’s cock throbbing in my mouth, a tingling started in my clit then shot through my limbs and I whimpered, the vibration setting Ben off, my body shaking violently as I swallowed down his release.