19. Benjamin #2
“That’s our girl,” I say, pushing up from my chair finally.
My cock is aching, and I have never been so excited for sex in my entire life.
The fact that there are two other men here with me, whom I know very well, doesn’t bother me at all.
In fact, I have an inkling that none of this would be as good if they weren’t here.
“Inside,” I say simply to all three of them.
Dash hikes up his pants, then bends and scoops Abby out of Kane’s lap.
I feel like we need to keep her bedroom here a bit of a haven until she specifically invites us in, so I direct them to the living room. Our couch there is big enough for all of us and for us to find some good positions.
“Who do you want first, Abby?” I ask her. I want to give her as much agency as possible.
Dash deposits her on the couch and we all stand, watching her, probably looming over her.
She doesn’t seem intimidated, however, looking up at us, breathing hard, completely naked, but making no move to cover herself.
“I can’t decide,” she says. “Don’t make me choose. I want you all.”
“Have you ever done anal?” Kane asks, his usual jovialness replaced by lust, making the question come out blunt, his voice a little tight.
She presses her lips together. “No, but I’m willing. With you guys.”
We all groan at that answer.
“Not tonight,” I decide. “Not our first time. We can go slow. We have lots of time.”
I say those last words as a command as well. We are going to be together. We are going to have many more times like this. She might go back to her apartment tomorrow or the next day. Maybe from time to time. But the four of us will be together, and eventually she will be here permanently.
“Then do you want us one at a time?” Kane asks, stripping off his shirt and tossing it away.
He gives her a grin. “I don’t know if that’s less dirty or more dirty than taking us at once.
Should we make a scale of where everything falls on our Dirty Scale?
We could put up a whiteboard in the kitchen. ”
That makes her grin. “I think it’s less dirty,” she says. “But still dirtier than what we’ve done so far for sure.”
And that seems to excite her.
“Oh, she’s ready,” Kane says, looking at Dash and me. “Look at how eager she is.”
“You were the last one to get me by yourself,” she tells Kane. “Maybe you should be the first to go now.”
Kane wastes no time in stripping off the rest of his clothes and kneeling on the couch between her legs.
I look at Dash. “Yeah, I think she’s ready. Our girl is feeling her power.”
Dash is watching her as if he has never seen anything more beautiful and like he’s never loved anything more. “Yeah, she is,” he says with pride.
And that is everything I need to see. His best friend is about to fuck the woman he’s falling in love with, and Dash is looking at them proudly.
“You two should do rock paper scissors for who gets to go second,” Kane says, running a hand up and down Abby’s body, playing with a nipple, then dipping between her legs, lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking before leaning over and giving her a long kiss.
I look at Dash. “I’ll give you—”
“I’ll go last,” he says before I even finish my offer.
I lift a brow.
He gives Abby a little half grin. “She’ll be all hot and wet and stretched out for me. I’m kind of a tight fit.”
She giggles, and I swear to God, I have never been more turned on in my life.
In part, it’s how happy my girl is. In part, it’s that this man, whom I’ve come to care for so much over the years, but who I worry about from time to time, is teasing, flirting, so clearly happy. Because of this girl.
I love them both so much at this moment because of what they’re doing for one another.
“You guys feel free to talk amongst yourselves,” Kane says. “But I have a gorgeous woman to fuck right now. If you’ll excuse me.”
He leans over and kisses her as he moves his hips, sliding into her deeply in one thrust.
Abby moans, lifting her hips, and wrapping her legs around him.
“Oh, he thinks he’s doing this all by himself,” I say to Dash.
Dash just shakes his head and moves to kneel on the floor next to the couch cushion, where Abby is on her back.
“Missionary?” Dash says. “Really? That’s all you’ve got?”
Kane is lost in fucking Abby in slow, long, deep strokes, but he does hear Dash’s question. He lifts his head and looks at his best friend, recognizing that he’s being teased.
He looks down at Abby. “The boys think I can do better than missionary, Lollipop,” he says.
She grins up at him. “It’s all good. You don’t have to—”
Before she even finishes, he has flipped them so that he’s sitting up on the cushion and she is straddling him. But he’s still buried deep.
“Oh God,” she moans.
“You’re taking me so well,” Kane tells her, stroking his hands up and down her sides and squeezing her hips. “You’ve got all of me. Good girl.”
“You’re perfect,” Dash tells her, moving closer and pressing his cock against her upper back as he reaches around to her breasts.
I move in and nudge him to the side. She looks up at him, then reaches out and strokes the tented front of his pants again. “Give me,” she says simply.
Understanding her request, he lowers his sweatpants, giving her his cock. She wraps her hand around it, stroking him again as he kneels with one knee on the cushion next to her and Kane.
I move in behind her, gathering her hair back and holding it in one fist as I lean in, kissing her neck then say against her ear, “In this position, you have to do the work.”
Like the perfect goddess she is, she immediately starts moving up and down, fucking Kane while she gives Dash a hand job.
Dashes' eyes nearly cross, and I remind him, “Don’t come or you won’t get to fuck her.”
I see his jaw tighten as he fights for control.
“I can fucking come, though,” Kane says, gripping her hips and lifting his off the couch, plunging deeper.
I tug on her hair, tipping her head back. “Yes, you can fill our gorgeous girl up.”
I feel the shudder wrack her body, then kiss her as Kane comes with a shout.
“Oh fuck! Oh God! Abby!”
I give him a moment, but only one, before I’m lifting her off of him and moving her onto the next cushion. “Come here,” I tell her.
I look at Dash. “Can you take more?”
His gaze is locked on her. “Yes.” Then he looks at me. “Make her come.”
She’s right on the edge but did not come with Kane, so I give him a quick nod. “Move to the back of the couch,” I tell him.
Abby is kneeling so that her forearms are resting on the back of the couch, her sweet ass facing me. Dash is big enough that when he stands at the back of the couch, his cock is right in front of her face.
“Suck on him,” I tell her as I run a big hand over her ass.
“Jesus,” Dash groans, but he threads his fingers through her hair and guides her forward.
She licks tentatively at the head of his cock, then slowly takes him into her mouth.
I strip off my shirt, then lower my pants, fisting my cock. I stroke up and down a couple of times, then kneel behind her on the couch, finding her wet, hot opening.
“You ready for me, Abby girl?”
Her mouth is full, so she can’t answer me, but she reaches back with one hand and grips my hip, pulling me forward.
I surge into her, groaning as her tight heat grips me.
Fuck. I have never fucked a woman right after another man came inside her, but the dirtiness, the heat, the wetness is enough to have me fucking into her faster almost immediately.
“Make her come,” Dash repeats firmly.
I had every intention, but I love how insistent he is. I reach around and find her clit, circling, making her press her ass against me more firmly immediately.
“Or we could just edge her,” I say, slowing my circles and getting a whimper of protest from her. “Could just keep her right here, just tease her, while all three of us fuck her, use this gorgeous, tight, perfect body for our own pleasure. Maybe she just becomes our sweet little fuck toy.”
I feel her pussy clenching around me, right there, right on the precipice.
“I think she might like that,” I say. “Her pussy likes the idea of us just taking her over and over, filling her up again and again.”
Her inner muscles squeeze me even tighter.
“But,” I say, picking up the pace, circling my finger faster, pressing more firmly.
“It would also be really fun to ring every single orgasm we possibly can from her until she can hardly form a coherent sentence, so she can barely get out of bed, so she never wants to leave us.” I am hammering with my hips now, circling fast, and all of a sudden she breaks apart.
She pulls her head back from Dash’s cock, crying and panting.
“Oh God, Benjamin. Dash. Oh God, yes! Oh, God!”
Dash is watching her with awe on his face.
I continue circling her clit until she grips my wrist, pulling my hand away. “Too much,” she pants.
I grip her hips with both hands then pound into her. “Fuck, Abby, you’re everything.”
A moment later, I spill into her, my orgasm feeling like it will go on for an hour.
I will never get over fucking this woman. And sharing this with the two men in my life, who mean the most to me is an ultimate pleasure I never could’ve imagined.
She sags against the back of the couch and Dash tenderly brushes the hair back from her face. “Abby girl,” he says softly.
She looks up at him. “You turn big guy,” she says, her voice breathless.
He shakes his head. “It’s okay. We can wait.”
That makes her straighten quickly. “No,” she protests, reaching for his arm and tugging him closer, though he’s already against the couch. “I want you now. Please.”