12. Kane #2
Well, she knows she can stop us.
I move my hand from her hip to her belly, rubbing gently.
She presses harder against my cock.
I let my hand steal between her breasts, then cup one.
She groans into Dash's mouth. I rub my thumb over her nipple, finding it hard behind the thin fabric of her top.
She pulls her mouth away from Dash’s with a gasp, then reaches for the front of Benjamin’s shirt and pulls him in for a kiss.
Nice. I need to see just how sensitive our girl’s nipples are.
As I rub over it again, then pinch it lightly, she kisses Benjamin even more enthusiastically.
Very nice.
I’ll be sure to tell Benjamin he’s welcome later.
I am debating slipping my hand under her shirt and getting against bare skin when she grasps my wrist and tugs it away from her breast.
Dammit. Did I push too far?
But then she slides my hand under the hem of her shirt and up to her bra-covered breast.
Okay, we’re definitely on the same page.
I cup her through the bra, running my thumb over her nipple before tugging down the front of the bra and cupping her bare breast.
But I want her to talk. I reach out with my other hand and grasp her chin, pulling her away from Benjamin’s kiss.
He might be annoyed for a moment, but I think he’ll like this.
“Tell us what you want,” I say against her ear. “Tell us where you want our hands and our mouths.”
She’s breathing hard, and I think she has to take a moment to focus on what’s really happening and what I just said.
She swallows hard.
“Your hand feels so good on me,” she says.
I give her nipple a little pinch, and she moans.
“Good. That’s the idea,” I tell her. “All of this is about making you feel good, Lollipop. Tell us how to do that.”
She looks over her shoulder at me. “I want you to touch me. All over.” Then she looks up at Dash, then Benjamin. “All of you.”
They both growl.
I wonder if Abby knows what she’s unleashed.
I know they both want to take care of her and will never do anything to hurt her or scare her. If she says stop, they will. But I don’t think she understands what she’s doing to the three men with her right now.
We are all twisted tightly around her little finger. She is completely in charge and about to ruin all of us.
Dash holds up a big hand, palm out. “Just tell me where you want this.”
She takes it, pulling it toward the breast I’m not holding. He cups her over her clothes, air hissing out between his teeth even from that contact.
She shakes her head. “Six hands,” she says. “I feel spoiled. I don’t even know where to start.”
“Do you trust me?” I ask.
She looks over her shoulder again. “Completely.”
I push Dash's hand away for a moment and strip her shirt off over her head. My friends both groan and she gasps.
Then I unhook her bra and toss it to the floor.
“And how about this?” I ask, my fingers going to the front of her pants.
She hesitates for one moment, her lower stomach sucking in, and then she nods.
I tug on the little string tied at the waistband. It gives, and I push the pants to the floor. Before she can step out of them, I grasp her waist and lift, turning to set her on the island.
Now the three of us are standing in front of her, with her almost naked.
“We’re not gonna fuck you tonight,” I tell her, making that decision for all of us. “But I think we all need to practice some… choreography.” I give her a little grin.
She returns it, and I think my heart might explode.
She nods. “That’s a great idea.”
Then she shocks and delights us by hooking her fingers in the top of her panties and wiggling back-and-forth to move them over her hips and down her legs.
“Jesus Christ,” Ben says roughly.
Dash just makes a growly grunting sound.
I give her a huge grin. “Lollipop, you are the perfect woman.”
Her cheeks are pink, but she smiles back at me. “I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is so unlike me.” Her gaze flutters over us. “I can’t imagine doing this with anyone else. It’s you three.”
Benjamin presses close. “Damn right.”
Not surprisingly, she dips her head slightly as she looks up at him, a sweet, slightly submissive gesture. “I’ve never made out on a kitchen island before.”
He reaches out and puts a big hand on her thigh, stroking up and down. “What do you want, Abby?” His voice is low and gravelly.
“Just for you all to touch me.”
He shakes his head. “You want to come, don’t you?”
Her brows arch, and her eyes go wide.” I–um—I…” Her cheeks are bright red.
Benjamin leans in and puts his mouth against her ear, dragging his hand a little higher. “We can make you feel good in lots of ways, but our ultimate goal is absolute pleasure. I would hate to touch and kiss and lick you all over and get you all worked up and not give you that ultimate release.”
She squirms a little where she’s sitting, and I wonder if she even realizes it.
“I… guess,” she manages.
“Are you going to let us make you come, Abby?” Benjamin asks. His hand is now resting in the crease between her hip and thigh. His big fingers are right near her pussy.
I watch as she licks her lips and tips her head closer to his mouth. “Okay,” she says.
“As much as I want it, I don’t want you to let it happen unless you want it,” he tells her, dragging his mouth down her neck.
Goosebumps break out over her skin, and her nipples tighten.
“Of course I want that,” she finally admits.
I tear my gaze away from them somehow and glance at Dash.
I don’t think I have ever seen my friend hold himself so tightly.
It’s like he’s trying to keep himself from doing… I’m not sure. Maybe scooping Abby up and devouring her.
I want to see that.
The realization hits me hard and hot.
I want to see both of these men giving Abby their all.
I want to see her coming apart with both of them.
And then I want to do it myself, of course.
I wonder if she can take three orgasms in a fucking row.
“Ask us for it,” Benjamin says to her. Now he pulls back, pinning her with a hot direct gaze. “Ask us to make you come, right here on this kitchen island.”
She clearly can’t look away from him. She’s breathing hard, nearly her entire body flushed pink. “Will you make me come? Please? I want all three of you touching me at once.”
Yeah, that please seems to punch Benjamin in the gut.
And I think I might die. That is the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.
At least so far.
That thought rushes through my mind right on the heels of the first.
There is a lot of heat ahead of the three of us.
“Yes, we fucking will,” Dash is the one to answer when it seems she’s sucked the oxygen out of Benjamin’s lungs. Dash’s voice is gruffer and deeper than I’ve ever heard it.
Her gaze snaps to his.
“Thank you.”
I snort. “Oh, Lollipop, thank you.”
Benjamin is clearly done talking about this. He cups the back of her head and brings her in for a hot kiss. As his mouth moves hungrily, he lays her back.
Dash mutters something under his breath and suddenly strips off the sweatshirt he’s wearing. “Take yours off,” he says to me.
He folds his in half and lifts Abby’s hips with one hand, sliding the sweatshift under her, clearly to pad the island.
I comply, stripping my shirt off and handing it over. He does the same with mine, sliding it under her upper half. They’re both big enough that they easily cover enough area for our girl to lie on.
Though Abby doesn’t seem to even notice she’s on hard granite, spread out like a gorgeous sacrifice to the gods.
And we’re the fucking gods.
Benjamin is devouring her mouth, playing with a nipple, and she’s writhing on the altar.
This is fucking perfect.
When she’s apparently as comfortable as Dash can get her, he takes a deep breath and meets my gaze.
“Fucking unbelievable, right?”
I nod. “And perfect.”
I don’t know how this girl just landed in our lives, so incredible, so perfect, and so ready for us. But she’s here. And we are going to make sure she stays.
“So where do you want to start—”
I don’t even get the whole question out before Dash is at the end of the island, between Abby's knees, spreading her thighs.
Well, okay then.
My friend is usually shy, but not with Abby.
And I’m here for this.
He’s going to get to taste this amazing woman’s sweet pussy first, and I’m fine with it.
I move in and rest my hand on her belly, stroking up and cupping the breast that Benjamin’s left unattended. I watch as Dash strokes his big hands up her inner thighs.