by Ophelia Bell
“I need to finish this first,” he says, then dips his mouth and covers my lips with his.
My gasp is muffled by the kiss, by his tongue darting past my lips to tease inside. He releases my arm to slip his hands around my waist and pull me in tight.
As glorious as the kiss is, as much as it stokes the barely contained fire that still burns within me, I manage to not entirely forget about my mission here. I slip my fingertips beneath the hem of his shirt, find hot, smooth skin, and push the fabric higher as I slide my hands up his belly.
His breath hitches when I tickle his ribcage and he pulls away, staring down at me, gaze searching.
“I want to see you,” I say.
“You’ve seen me in a speedo. Why is this so important?”
“Because it is. And because I want to see all of you. I showed you mine, remember?”
He takes a shaky breath, then nods and lifts his arms, peeling the shirt over his head.
“This better?” he asks. His biceps and pectorals flex as he pulls his shirt off his wrists and tosses it onto his bed. I’m graced with a view of his toned chest dusted with dark hair, and a set of tight abs with a fine, dark happy trail extending into his shorts.
“It’s a start.” I grin up at him.
“Good god, you are your father’s daughter,” he mutters. “No wonder the twins are so smitten. You’re relentless.”
“They aren’t smitten; they’re just friends. But you’re right. I don’t like being told no. Hazard of being the youngest child, I guess.”
I reach for his waistband and tug at the drawstring. His shorts are bulging at the front, a detail I’m fascinated by, but pretend not to notice. This is the most recklessly forward I’ve been in my entire life, but somehow these events have fallen into place so perfectly, I’m not willing to question the turn my night has taken.
If we wind up having sex, that’s what’s meant to happen. He doesn’t need to know it’ll be a first for me, and I doubt he’ll even notice I’m a virgin if we do it—I hope. I may be inexperienced with a partner, but I’m more than acquainted with my body’s limits, and I’ve experimented enough to know what I can endure. Having a real cock inside me can’t be that different from a silicone one, right?
He grabs my hand and hisses. “Not so fast, eager girl. Let’s take this inside first so you don’t freeze. You’re covered in goosebumps.”
He crowds me toward the opposite wall, a wicked smile playing at the corners of his lips. I move, breathless as he starts to swing the door closed, but then a scream so agonized it makes my bones hurt shatters the tension between us.
9
Elle
“Oh my god, is that Ben?” I’m halfway out the door when Drake curses and pushes past me, breaking into a jog until he reaches Ben’s door.
He doesn’t even knock—he just barges into the room, the low light from the corridor enough to illuminate the violently flailing body on the queen-sized bed in the middle of the room. Ben’s naked, his dark tattoos twisting like shadows over his muscular torso as whatever nightmare he’s having grips him in a spasm of utter agony. The air shatters with another yell as Drake moves into the room.
“Ben, wake up,” he demands, switching on the bedside lamp. “It’s just a dream.” He motions for me to enter and I follow him, closing the door behind us so hopefully the staff isn’t disturbed by the noise.
Ben’s covers are tangled around his legs, his torso gleaming with a sheen of sweat. He groans incoherently, twisting his head from side to side.
Drake crouches by the bed and reaches out, grabbing Ben by the shoulder. Ben shouts and lurches up, smacking at Drake’s hand and opening his eyes wide.
Drake rears back, narrowly missing getting punched in the face again, but holds his ground and reaches out once more. “Hey, buddy. We’re here. It was just a dream, okay? You’re all right.”
Ben stares straight at me, blinking in confusion. “Ellie? What—” He turns to Drake and his eyebrows draw together, then he squints at me again. “What’re you doing in my room? Why are you in a towel?” Then he vigorously shakes his head and coughs out a pitiful sob.
“Oh, Benny. What’s wrong?” I dart to the bed and climb on, scoot toward him on my knees, and wrap my arms around him sideways.
“Couldn’t stop it. Can’t ever stop it…” he babbles through tears as he clings to me. I urge him to the bed and lie down, curling around his back like the big spoon even though he’s got at least seventy-five pounds on me, and most of it is solid muscle.
“Can’t stop what?” Drake asks. “Talk it out. Tell us what’s going on.” He rises and glances around the room, then starts to reach for the chair by the desk, but Ben grabs him by the hand.
“Don’t go, please,” he says, tugging harder so Drake has no choice but to climb onto the bed.
“Okay, we’re doing this, I guess,” Drake says, carefully lying on his side facing Ben. “You gonna talk?”
Ben just curls into himself, clinging to Drake’s hands, then buries his face against Drake’s shoulder, body shaking with sobs.
I give Drake a wide-eyed look. He’s grim-faced as he leans in and wraps an arm around Ben’s shoulders.
“We’ve got you. Everything’s going to be okay,” Drake says, sliding his hand across Ben’s shoulder and back. The edge of his hand grazes the tops of my breasts, and my breath hitches. He holds my gaze for a second before his eyes trace the line of my bare shoulder. He lifts his hand from Ben’s upper arm and ghosts his fingertips down my bicep, following the line all the way around to where my elbow crooks over Ben’s side. It’s a gentle, tender caress, but the sensation sends a hot jolt of desire through me. He stops at my elbow, only to repeat the process with Ben’s arm.
The action seems to stall Ben’s crying, and his big body shifts and shudders. He twists his head, the dark line of the rose tattooed on his neck flexing before my eyes as he watches Drake’s hand.
“Is this okay?” Drake asks, his voice thick with the same need that filled it when we were standing in his doorway mere moments ago. He runs the flat of his palm back up Ben’s arm and pauses with his hand resting at Ben’s neck.
I can’t see Ben’s face, but the coiled tension in his body seems to release as he nods. He extracts a hand from between him and Drake and slowly slips it back until he finds my hip.
“Are you really there, Elle?”
“I’m here, Benny. I’m not going anywhere.”
He sighs again and moves his hand, this time resting it on Drake’s hip. His body seems to undulate the slightest amount from hips to shoulders. This time the sigh he lets out ends with a needy groan, and he grabs my hand where it’s planted against his belly and pulls it lower.
The next thing I know, my palm is nudging his erection, burned by searing hot, silken skin and hard flesh. A heat just as pronounced swells between my thighs as I relent to his urging and wrap my hand around his hard length.
As much as my body aches for more direct contact, Ben needs this more than I do, so I tentatively give him a stroke, squeezing a little as I move my hand.
“Fuuuck,” he drawls, curling his hips into my hand, then back. “Need you so bad, Ellie.”
“I’m here,” I whisper, my gaze still fixed on Drake’s dark stare. His cheeks are flushed, a vein throbbing in his temple. He drops his eyes down to stare at where my hand is wrapped tight around Ben’s cock, and his breathing quickens.
Without speaking, Ben grabs Drake’s hand where it still rests against his collarbone and drags it down. The heavy warmth and softness of Drake’s palm glides over the back of my hand before settling lower, where he cups Ben’s balls and gently strokes.
“Better than your dream, huh?” Drake says, his voice breaking.
Ben grunts and grabs the back of Drake’s neck. “Pretty sure this is still a dream,” he says as he yanks Drake into a fevered kiss.
Between them, Drake’s hard cock presses against my knuckles through his shorts, and he grinds it against
my hand. He and Ben kiss like ravenous animals, and then in a rustle of fabric and movement, Drake shoves his shorts down and grabs my wrist, forcing me to release Ben to take hold of him instead.
He groans against Ben’s mouth when I tighten my fist around his length and give his cock a long, slow stroke. He’s longer than Ben, and not quite as thick, but they’re both bigger than the toy I use to get myself off.
The two of them press tighter together, both their stiff, hot shafts vying for contact. I try to grab them both, my hand only reaching partway around, but when I manage to press them together, they let out simultaneous gasps.
I push myself up on my free hand so I can see, and I’m transfixed by the view of both their taut, hard bellies and thick cocks meeting. Drake’s shorts are only halfway down his thighs, his feet tangled up in the sheets with Ben’s. He drags his mouth off Ben’s and gives me a feverish look.
“Let me see you,” he says. “Get rid of that towel.”
He pushes my hand away from their cocks and takes over, able to grasp them both. Ben hisses and stares down between them, hips jacking involuntarily against Drake.
I’m painfully aroused by this unexpected development and need something more, but watching them is almost too enticing a distraction. Baring myself to them both will probably make me implode, but I manage to scramble off the bed again.
They both direct their attention to me, Drake releasing their cocks so he can shed his shorts completely.
“Take it off,” he demands when I just stand and stare for a second.
My god, is this happening? With Ben? He’s always just been a friend, but the desperation in his voice was unmistakable when he said he needed me. And with Drake… my boss, who has a kink for watching me on camera.
I hope he does more than watch now, because I don’t think I can stand it if they don’t touch me.
Swallowing hard, I tug at the front of my towel, and it falls to my feet in a heap. Ben pushes himself up onto one elbow and slides over, leaving a narrow band of sheet between him and Drake. Drake scoots back to the edge of the bed and pats the spot between them.
With a shaky breath, I climb onto the bed and crawl between them, hyperaware of how intently they both watch me. The second I’m within reach, Ben extends his hand and curls his fingers at the back of my skull.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His words are hot against my mouth before he takes my breath with a hungry kiss. I fall against him, opening so our tongues dance, still hyperaware of Drake’s solid weight and heat behind me.
Drake presses his soft lips to my shoulder, dragging one hand down my side and over my hip, then back up and around to cup one breast. He lightly pinches my nipple, forcing me to gasp and release Ben’s mouth. He pulls me back against his chest, hips and hard length bucking against my ass, his lips hot against my ear.
“This is my filthiest fantasy come true, you know. I want to watch you come with his dick buried inside you. I want to taste his cum dripping out of you.”
“Sh-Shouldn’t we have protection?” I venture, though I’m not sure where the brief blast of clarity comes from. I’m awash in pleasure as Ben dips his head to take one nipple in his mouth while Drake teases the other with his fingertips. Drake pulls me tighter against him, curling his free hand beneath my jaw to pin me back against him.
“I am very thorough when I vet new employees, Elle. You’re on the pill, and the twins are clean—so am I. Nothing’s going to come between any of us.”
Any of us. It isn’t until this moment that it hits me who’s missing, and that Drake somehow managed to include Baz in the statement, as if he fully expects him to be involved at some point. I don’t have time to pursue that thought any further, though, because Drake slips his fingers between my thighs and begins to stroke, the slick friction driving every last thought from my head.
Ben rises onto his knees, staring down at me with eyes blazing. He shakes his head and blinks as if he doesn’t quite believe what he’s seeing, then licks his palm and wraps his hand around his cock.
“You’re not going to waste it jerking off, are you?” Drake asks.
“Man, the second I slide in, I’ll lose it. I want to last.”
“Let her use her mouth on you. Would you do that for him, Elle?”
He nudges my shoulder, and I have no other answer but “yes,” even though I don’t have a clue what to do. When Drake releases me, I crawl toward Ben. He stares down when I reach for him, releasing the base of his cock for me to take over.
“Jesus,” he mutters when I dip my head and tentatively lick the bead of moisture clinging to the underside of his tip. He tastes salty and sweet at the same time, and I swirl my tongue around his entire cockhead, deciding I like his flavor before wrapping my lips around and sucking lightly. His reaction spurs me on.
Behind me, Drake rests a hand on my ass, gently caressing his way down to my core once more. Just as I open wider to try to take Ben deeper, Drake pushes two fingers into my aching channel. The slight penetration makes me groan around Ben’s cock. He curses and drops one hand to my head.
“Elle, I’m gonna blow my load. If you don’t want to get a mouthful, maybe just stop.”
“Don’t you dare stop,” Drake says. “Swallow every drop.”
I don’t plan on stopping, not even to explain as much to them, and it only takes one slow suck before Ben’s cock seems to flex within my fist. He barks a curse, clutching harder at my head as his hot semen floods my mouth. I gag a little at the unexpectedly strong flavor, but it isn’t bad. Just new.
I keep sucking a little longer until he urges me up. I wipe my mouth and look to him for some sign I didn’t fuck up. His heavy-lidded stare is enough of an affirmation.
Drake wraps a hand around my upper arm and pulls me back down. He kisses me, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring every corner until I realize he’s tasting the remnants of Ben that just passed across my tongue.
Another second passes before I feel Ben shift and push my legs apart. I think he’s going to fuck me, but instead he glides his tongue up through my soaked and swollen folds.
I clutch at Drake when the pleasure of Ben’s mouth sends the world off-kilter. Drake slides down a little lower, holding me close as he dips his head to my breast, pulling one nipple into his mouth. The pleasure’s almost too much to bear, my hips involuntarily bucking against Ben’s mouth. He plunges his tongue deep, then whips it in sweeping lashes across my clit.
Just when I’m at the verge of losing it, he surges up, swiping the back of his hand across his mouth, and moves up between my thighs, cock as stiff as ever.
“Tell me you want this,” he says, gaze uncertain and half-delirious as if he thinks he’s still dreaming. He grabs hold of my hips and lifts them, pulling me up his thighs and scooting his bent knees farther beneath me. His cock grazes my core, replacing some of the lost contact, but not enough.
“Please, yes. I want you inside me.”
Then Drake’s hand is between my legs, fingers parting me for Ben to slot his cock against my opening. Ben tilts his hips, pushing in slowly. I gasp at the sudden, uncomfortable stretch. His girth is nothing like that of the small dildo I use to masturbate, and I bite my lip, willing myself to take him.
“Is he hurting you?” Drake asks. The answer is yes, but I shake my head, afraid he’ll stop if I admit it.
“It’s okay. Please keep going.” I shoot a pleading look at Ben, then Drake.
“When was the last time you had sex?” Drake asks.
I can’t help but laugh, my cheeks flushing even hotter than my arousal can account for. “Um, never?”
“Fucking hell, you’re a virgin? Elle. You should’ve said so. Ben, stop.”
“No! Don’t stop.” I lunge and grab at Ben when he backs off with a bewildered look. “I don’t want to stop. I want this! Both of you have my full consent to do anything. Everything. Please don’t stop!”
Drake squeezes my arm, and I turn to see an amused smile on his
face. He cups my jaw. “It’s okay, we aren’t going to stop. Just change things up a bit. Ben, on your back.”
“Aye, aye, captain,” Ben says with a smirk. “I like how you think, by the way.”
He crawls up the bed and rolls onto his back, hard cock jutting from his hips. Drake gestures with one hand. “He’s all yours now. Move at whatever pace is comfortable.”
I straddle Ben’s hips, determined to make this work. I’m not about to back down just because he’s probably too big, but Drake isn’t much smaller and I want them both, no matter how crazy that sounds. God, if Baz were here, I’d want him too. I feel a little guilty for not waiting, an ancient conversation with Baz flitting through my memory just as I position Ben’s tip at my opening again and start to sink.
Baz is the twin I talk to the most. He’s the most open, emotionally available one, and arguably the closer friend. He’d know I’m a virgin because I told him as much, and when I did, he made a promise that if my status changed, I could talk to him about it. I could always talk to him about anything, so I hope that doesn’t change if… when… he finds out.
Ben groans my name as I take him deeper, gasping from the uncomfortable stretch of his cock filling me inch by inch. Drake watches intently, then moves, crawling around to my back where he presses up against me, curls his arms around my torso, and presses his mouth to my ear.
“That’s right, keep working him deeper.” He slides his hand down my belly and slips two fingers alongside Ben’s cock where he’s gradually filling me, then gives my clit a light flick. “You’re definitely wet enough to take him, but this should help.”
He starts to gently rub my clit while at the same time spanning my breasts with his other hand, brushing thumb and forefinger back and forth across both my nipples. All those ministrations combined with his solid heat and words of encouragement in my ear spur me on. Not only does it get easier, but my desire builds so swiftly once Ben’s inside me all the way that my cries are pure pleasure when he starts to fuck me from beneath.