15. Abby #2
“Need this gone,” he says, lifting his body so that he can strip my sweatshirt over my head and toss it away.
The simple bra I’m wearing is also easily discarded, and soon he has his hand full of bare breast, taking the opposite nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking in a way that is a relief and torture at the same time.
“God, Ben,” I moan, my hands going to his head and sinking into his hair.
“Love my name on your lips,” he says roughly, giving my nipple another lick, then a suck.
“More,” I beg.
“Anything you want,” he promises. His hand moves to cup me through my leggings. “You need me here?”
I press up into his touch, grinding my clit against the heel of his hand.
“Yes. God.”
“That’s it. Rub that sweet pussy against me,” he encourages, circling right where I need him.
“Too. Many. Clothes,” I pant.
He suddenly rears up, kneeling between my thighs, and grabs the waistband of my leggings and the panties underneath. In one quick, smooth motion, he pulls them down over my hips, then stands and strips them the rest of the way off.
He stands at the foot of the bed, fully clothed, breathing hard, just staring at me.
I feel wanton and gorgeous, spread out on the bed, completely naked for him.
He scrubs a hand over his face. “Jesus Christ. How did I get so lucky?”
“You’re you,” I say with a light laugh. “We’re supposed to be here together.”
I’m not sure where the words come from. I don’t think about them before I say them. But they feel right.
His eyes are full of emotion when they meet mine. Then he simply nods.
He reaches over his shoulder and grabs the back of his shirt, yanking the long-sleeved Henley over his head and tossing it to the floor. Then his hands go to his fly, and he sheds his pants and briefs.
I prop up on my elbows to get a good look.
“Oh my God, you’re hot,” I tell him.
He wraps a big hand around his bobbing cock and gives it a stroke, letting me watch.
“What do you want, Abby?” he asks.
Every time he says my name, I feel sparkles along all of my nerve endings. It’s not a nickname, not a pet name like Lollipop, but there’s emotion there when Benjamin says it that makes it sound special and intimate.
I think about his question. I know I could ask for anything. I could ask him to go to his knees and make me come with his mouth. I could ask him to put me in any position. But I find myself reaching out a hand. I know exactly how I want Benjamin the first time.
“Come here.”
He braces his hands on either side of my head, staring down at me.
“Just like this,” I tell him.
“I get to fuck you missionary? Me on top?”
I can tell he likes the idea. That there’s nothing boring about this for him. I wet my lips and wrap my legs around his hips. “You in charge,” I say.
Judging from the flare in his eyes, that’s exactly the right thing to say.
“Condom?”
I shake my head. “I have an IUD. And I haven’t been with anyone in forever. Well, except Dash.”
I feel my cheeks get a little warm, but I smile.
Benjamin reaches up and runs a thumb over one hot cheek. His smile is sexy as he shakes his head. “Yes, except when you fucked one of my best friends last night.”
I can’t help it—that sends a shiver of heat through my body.
He leans in and gives my throat a little nip. “Our naughty, gorgeous, perfect girl,” he says gruffly.
I tighten my thighs around him. “Imagine how Kane is going to feel when he finds out that both of you had me before him.”
I feel his hand between my legs, and a finger drags over my clit, then down to my opening, where he circles before easing inside.
I moan his name.
“Yes, imagine,” he says as if knowing that thinking about all three men makes me even wetter.
He moves his finger in and out. “Imagine how Kane would feel, and look, if he knew that I was between our girl’s legs right now, about to make her scream.
” He moves his finger again. “Scream my name.” He clearly feels the way that makes my pussy flutter because he gives a low chuckle.
“Perfect girl.” He withdraws his hand, and as I’m about to protest, I feel him grip his cock and nudge the head against my opening, easing in about an inch.
I gasp and grip the duvet. “Ben.Yes.”
“I’ve also been recently tested. Negative. Good to go.”
I meet his gaze. “Fuck me. Please.”
Without another word, he thrusts forward, filling me completely.
The fullness and friction are perfect.
Different from Dash but equally as good.
I don’t know how I got here, how these three men actually found me, but I am going to enjoy and appreciate every single moment.
“Fuck. Abby.” Benjamin sounds almost pained as he stops for a moment and breathes heavily.
“Yes. So good,” I tell him.
“God. Damn,” he tells me.
I love that the older, sophisticated, always put-together man is reduced to just a couple of words at a time.
“More. Go hard,” I beg.
He squeezes my hip with one hand, the other still braced by my head. “No. I’ll hurt you. I want you too fucking much.”
I reach up and grip his ass with my hands. “Please. Hard.”
He shudders. Then pulls back and eases in. He does it again. Then again.
I moan, then whimper. “Ben.”
“Goddammit,” he mutters, stopping suddenly.
I frown and open my mouth, but he asks, “Did Dash fuck you well, sweet girl?”
Oh, he likes bringing the other guys into it too. I love that. “Yes,” I manage breathlessly. “So well.”
“He’s the one who will always make sure we’re gentle and caring. Himself, but us too. If we go too hard or try something you’re not ready for he’ll hold us back.”
I arch both brows. That feels right, but why are we talking about that now? I nod. “He’s so sweet. And tuned in.”
“Especially to you and me and Kane.”
I swallow. “I like that.”
I’m aware that Benjamin is still buried deep, rock hard. But he’s not moving.
“And Kane will make sure it’s fun and playful and that you laugh,” he says. “Even during the hottest times.”
Oh, now I get where this is going. I tighten my thighs around him.
“I look forward to learning how Kane is in the bedroom,” I say, my tone teasing.
I know I’m going to have sex with Kane. I know that Benjamin knows that too.
Bringing it up at this moment might seem strange, but it also fits somehow.
“So do I,” Benjamin says, intense heat in his gaze.
“And you?” I ask, tightening my pelvic muscles around his cock.
His breath hisses out.
“I’ll be sure you still feel us all twenty-four hours later.”
I suck in a quick breath, then nod. “Sounds like the perfect combination.”
“We will be,” he says, promise thick in his words and tone. “But it’s just me right now.”
“I know. And I’m good with that.”
“Well, you might actually have to deal a little bit more with the feeling it tomorrow and less with the laughing and caregiving,” he admits. “Thought I could do it all. But you’re too fucking tight, and hot, and perfect. And I’m just me. And I’m not perfect at all.”
I smile at him and run my hands up his back and into his hair, pulling him down for a deep kiss. Then I say against his mouth, “Fuck me your way, Benjamin. I want you exactly how you are.”
He growls low and deep, and then his hips start moving.
At first, it’s slow, but definitely deeper than before. But it’s only a few strokes before he picks up the pace with a groan and is soon pounding into me.
And I love every single stroke.
“Jesus, Abby. Fuck.”
His arms collapse, and he scoops his hands under my ass, tilting my pelvis.
“Fuck. I can’t. You’re so good. You gotta come for me, Abby,” he says in short, breathless pants.
It might be the new angle, but I suspect it’s more the fact that I’m making this man lose control that suddenly sends me spinning toward an orgasm.
I grip his shoulders, arching my back and crying out, “Oh yes, Benjamin!”
The climax overtakes me, my pussy clamping down around him, stars exploding behind my eyes as heat and pleasure cascade through my body.
I hear Benjamin shout my name and then feel him tense as he comes, flooding my body with his release.
Everything seems to stand still for several seconds, and then on a long exhale, he sags against me before rolling to the side and bringing me against his chest. One big hand cups my ass possessively, the other cups the back of my head.
His breathing is still fast and ragged, but he lets out a laugh. “Jesus Christ, woman.”
I simply snuggle closer, with a smug smile on my face.
I let my eyes finally roam around my new bedroom.
But even as I take in the details and realize how lovely it is, there’s a niggle at the back of my mind that tells me it’s not really mine, and I won’t be spending much time here.