by Elia Winters
Chapter Eighteen
The last time Mitchell had been standing on Hannah’s doorstep, she had thrown him out for offering money. It hadn’t been that many days, and now he was here again, this time with Ben, and he had no idea what to expect. At least this time she’d invited them. They’d driven over here together after work in the darkness, the two of them silent but both probably remembering the last time they’d made this drive together. Hopefully tonight would go differently.
Hannah opened the door, smiling tentatively, her hands thrust in the pockets of an oversize hoodie. “You want to come in? I haven’t cleaned.”
Seeing her like this reminded him again how much he missed her, how much he wanted her back in his life, in whatever capacity. He noticed her beauty every time, the way she was soft and warm and luminous, her skin glowing as though she were lit from within. With her long, wavy hair and those color-changing eyes, maybe he would always see her as some ephemeral fairy creature, more lovely than any person had any right to be, and damn, he was so in love with her. He and Ben hung up their coats and slipped off their shoes, then sat together on the couch, across from where she took her spot on a chair.
“So.” Hannah looked between the two of them. “I know it’s been a few days. I’ve been thinking about the offer you guys made me. Been thinking about it pretty much nonstop, honestly.” She smiled, looking down at her hands. “This is hard for me. I’m not gonna lie. I don’t take help easily and I never have. I think that’s always going to be a struggle for me. I don’t want someone to give me charity, and I don’t want to feel like I’m in somebody’s debt.” She shifted in her chair.
Mitchell could get that, and told her so. “I’m proud of what I’ve managed to do,” he added, “but I never could have done it all without help. Ben balances me. We make a good team.”
“You do.” There was something wistful in Hannah’s gaze. “The two of you complete each other, don’t you?”
Mitchell glanced at the man next to him. “We complement each other. But we’re not halves of a whole.”
“But you make good partners.”
“We decided to get more serious.” Mitchell blurted it out into the room and then looked at Ben, who nodded.
“Yeah. Turns out I love him.” Ben smiled. “Who knew?”
Hannah smiled. “Me, for weeks now. I can’t believe you two took this long to figure it out.”
Mitchell fiddled with the hem of his shirt. “Yeah, she was trying to tell me this since the Fall Festival.”
Ben shrugged. “I guess we figured it out eventually.”
Hannah shifted on the chair, tucking a leg underneath herself, her large hoodie making her look small. “I don’t know if what I have to say is relevant anymore. But is the offer still open? For business partners?”
“Of course it is.” Mitchell didn’t even have to look at Ben to confirm.
Hannah got up again, went into the kitchen, and came back with the single sheet of paper they had given her, a contract written in eight-point font to match the one on their wall. “I signed it.” She set it down on the table between them and stayed standing, her hands clenched at her sides. “I’m in. And I’m scared, and I hate being vulnerable like this, but I’m in.”
God, he’d been hoping this was her answer. Overcome with emotion, Mitchell got to his feet and swept her into his arms. She returned the hug, but her body was still stiff with tension.
“It’s good,” Mitchell said, holding her against him. “This is good.”
“Better than good.” Ben beamed up at the two of them, getting to his feet. “We can do this together.”
“There’s something else.” Hannah disengaged herself from Mitchell’s embrace, holding him at arm’s length, and then took another full step backward. “The business thing, that’s no matter what. I want to do that regardless of what comes next. But I think I need you both to know…” She took a deep breath and let it out. “Ooh. Man. This is hard. Okay.” She looked up at the ceiling and rubbed her hands together. “Shit. Maybe I should have just texted this.”
And just like that, Mitchell knew. He knew with the certainty he had felt when he went to culinary school, and when he opened the pub, and when he first took Ben to bed. He knew what she was going to say even as she struggled to find the words, looking at him with longing in her eyes.
“I’m in love with you.” She looked from Mitchell to Ben. “Both of you.”
Mitchell couldn’t answer, his heart beating so fast it might come out of his chest, and fuck, this was what he wanted, and he knew it was what Ben wanted, and he wanted to answer for them. Instead, he looked to Ben, who was staring at her with the same expression, dumbfounded and hopeful.
“I love you,” Mitchell said, because someone had to say it into the silence. “I think I’ve loved you for a long time. I didn’t…say anything.”
“Because I told you I didn’t want it,” Hannah finished.
“We both thought that,” Ben echoed. “Of course I love you. We love you. We love you back.”
“I didn’t want to want this.” She was laughing, the kind of upset, emotional laughing when someone was so strung out with fear and hope and longing that all their feelings tumbled out in a wave of cathartic release. “I wanted to be fine with just friendship, or sex, or business partners, but I want all of it. I want this messy, weird-ass triad. I love you both, I love the three of us together, and I don’t know how it’s going to work, but I want it to work.”
“It’s going to be a mess.” Ben walked up to Hannah and took her into his arms. She hugged him back, resting her head on his chest. As one, Hannah and Ben looked over at Mitchell. “Well?” she asked.
“Well, what?”
“Are you coming over here or not?”
Mitchell joined them in their awkward three-person embrace, and when Hannah turned to kiss him, his heart swelled like it might burst right away from joy. This was going to be a mess, sure, but he couldn’t think of any better mess he’d rather have.
Hannah pulled back and put her hand on Mitchell’s cheek, then turned to Ben. “This feels too good to be true.”
“Yeah.” Ben huffed out a laugh. “I can’t really make sense of it, either.”
She bit her lip. “I’m probably rushing back into things but…can I please take you both to bed?”
…
Hannah’s bed wasn’t as big as Ben’s, but it was plenty big enough for all of them. It gave underneath Hannah as she climbed onto it, letting her body sink into the soft memory-foam surface, and watched the two men approach. Her men. Something warm settled in her heart at the thought, something emotional and not as lustful as she usually felt in this exact same situation—at least until she saw them start stripping off their clothing. Then that love turned way more directly to lust.
As soon as Mitchell was down to his boxers, the shift came over him, the way he transitioned into dominance with the look that she absolutely adored. She let him tug off her clothes, blinded by the dizzying speed with which he got her naked in moments, all in the time it took Ben to get out of his jeans.
Mitchell pushed her back on the bed with a firm hand in the middle of her chest, then stretched out alongside her and began to nibble his way down her neck. Hannah closed her eyes. God, there were the sparks under her skin, those tingles of pleasure running through her body with each brush of his teeth or his lips. The bed dipped on her other side, and then Ben was there, too, his mouth working her over as well.
Each of them found her breasts at the same time, and at the sensation of mouths closing over her nipples simultaneously, Hannah arched up off the bed. Fuck, she hoped she never got used to that intensity. With the tight, sucking pull, the scrape of teeth, the warmth of their mouths, her pussy throbbed with need. She hadn’t thought she’d get this again. She hadn’t thought she’d be lucky enough to have this more than once. Gratitude overwhelmed her, momentarily taking her out of the moment, before sharp teeth on her nipple slammed her back into the
experience of her body.
Mitchell pulled away first, moving back up so he could whisper in her ear, but his fingers tugged and twisted the nipple his mouth had just left. “I want to watch you suck Ben’s cock.” He traced the shell of her ear with his tongue. “I want to see you take that giant dick in your mouth. Do you want to do that?”
Hannah nodded, her breathing coming in gasps. Mitchell’s hand had strayed to the V at the juncture of her thighs, teasing the curls there, but he wasn’t touching her, not yet, even though she spread her legs to give him access. She shifted her hips up, because come on, this was not the time for teasing. “Eager?” he asked, smiling.
“Yes.” Desperate was more like it.
“Good. Do a nice job on Ben and maybe I’ll touch you.”
She shivered, because his words hit exactly the right nerves inside her. She loved seeing this shift in him, the duality between the calm, reserved chef and this naughty, confident Dom. Ben lifted his head from her breast, and Hannah immediately took the chance to push him over onto his back.
She loved his cock, loved sucking it, loved the way he was nearly too big for her mouth. Ben lay back, breathing heavily, as she dragged her tongue across the head. She kept her eyes on him as she wrapped her lips around him and began to suck.
Mitchell moved to sit right beside her and gathered a fistful of her hair in his hand. He tugged, just a bit, testing it out, and she moaned her approval, because this was good every single time. She relaxed her mouth as he forced her down farther onto Ben’s cock. His grip on her hair became merciless, tight, painful, exactly what she wanted. She used her fist on the part of Ben’s cock she couldn’t reach, squeezing and twisting while she sucked the head and top of the shaft.
Ben tensed up beneath her, but Mitchell’s voice was right there.
“Don’t come,” he ordered, and Ben wouldn’t, because he would hold off forever to keep from disobeying Mitchell. Mitchell used his grip to pull her all the way off Ben’s cock, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, her lips sore and swollen, hoping she looked as fantastically slutty as she felt.
She wanted to taste Mitchell, too. He shifted on the bed for a better angle, and she stretched out to swallow him down. She could take more of him into her mouth, but he still stretched her out, was too big to deep throat. He made perfect little groaning noises as she sucked him. Damn, this was so fucking hot, so perfect, decadently wicked. Slickness coated her thighs.
“Stop.” His voice was sharp, commanding, and she pulled away, seeing the tension in his body. None of them wanted this to be over too soon. Mitchell spoke to Ben, dragging his tongue across his lower lip. “I want to fuck her with you.”
Ben nodded, talking about Hannah like she wasn’t even there, and fuck, that was always going to be one of her favorite kinks. “God, yeah.”
Hannah shivered at the thought. She’d never done this before, and she knew they hadn’t, either. But she’d spend many nights with her fingers and toys between her thighs, thinking about this very fantasy.
Mitchell finally addressed Hannah. “Do you want that?” His voice sounded low and husky, hot like a lit match brushing her skin. “Do you want both our cocks inside you at the same time?”
She nodded, whole body trembling with a mixture of arousal and excitement and apprehension. At her trembling, Mitchell moved forward, cupping the back of her head and bringing her closer for a kiss. She’d expected a bruising, intense kiss, but instead his kiss was sweet and caring. “Do you want to feel stuffed full?” he asked against her lips.
“Oh god,” she breathed. Yes, she wanted that, if her body would handle it.
“You’re not nearly warmed up enough for this.” Mitchell pushed her down on her back and then looked over at Ben. “Come help.”
Ben grinned. “Absolutely.” Ben kissed her, his beard brushing her skin, lips moving over hers. Ben’s large hand on her breast, tweaking her nipple, took her into this moment so deeply she lost track of everything else. Dimly, she felt Mitchell spreading her legs apart, then his mouth firm and wet against her clit.
Hannah jerked in Ben’s arms and cried out, breaking the kiss at the sudden surprise of Mitchell between her legs. Fuck, she couldn’t breathe. He was attacking her clit with steady sucks and pulls, sharp pleasure slicing into her, and she couldn’t get enough air. She could come like this if he continued, but did she want to come so soon? She might not be able to resist; her climax bore down on her, inexorable, consuming her in the steady build.
At the last minute, though, Mitchell pulled away, leaving Hannah twitching and clenching at the near edge of an orgasm. She moaned, flopping her head back on the pillow as her climax faded away to a dull ache. What the fuck. That tease was horrible, and delicious, and perfect.
“There’s no rush.” Mitchell smiled up at her and stepped out from between her legs. She twitched, wanting him to continue, not wanting him to leave her like this. But then he opened the doors of her toy cabinet. “Ben, do you want to help me find something good?”
Jesus. Watching the two of them inspect her collection was incredibly hot, the moment filled with immense potential and the perfect mix of excitement and apprehension. Ben emerged with lube and two dildos, one rather thin, and the other quite a bit thicker…each with flared bases, and this was headed someplace wonderful.
“Here we go.” Mitchell smiled and sat down on the bed next to her torso. “Why don’t you lie back for us?”
It was more tempting to look down at what was happening as Ben sat between her legs, spreading them, but Mitchell lightly touched her under the chin.
“Eyes on me.” He began to pinch her nipples lightly, then harder, making her gasp and bringing all her attention to this pleasure-pain. She almost didn’t notice the first moment of pressure at her ass, but then, ohh. The dildo slipped inside, slicked by lube, that sudden stretched-out feeling jolting her like a shock to her nerves. Ben began to work her clit in slow circles with his other hand, taking time to slip the dildo deeper and deeper inside her. Jesus, that was fantastic, that delightful combination of forbidden and illicit, enough to make her shift her hips up and meet his thrusts. Her vision went fuzzy as Ben rubbed her clit harder, taking her back to that peak as he fucked her back and forth with that dildo. Damn, she was on the edge fast.
Before she could warn him, Ben had already stopped and slid the dildo out. Fuck. Her body clenched at nothing, hole probably gaping, seeking more. Then he pressed the other dildo against her, the larger one, the one almost as large as Mitchell’s dick.
The toy popped inside with little resistance, an electric shock of sensation. Hannah gasped as her body clenched around the toy, spasming in arousal even though she hadn’t yet come. He slid the toy the whole rest of the way in one long, smooth slide, and she moaned long and loud at the white-hot pleasure.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Mitchell leaned down to kiss her. “I had Ben open me up just like this last week before he fucked me.”
Hannah couldn’t help but picture it, Mitchell letting Ben press that giant cock into him, and she focused on the sensations as Ben worked the fake dick into her ass, opening her up the same way he had opened up Mitchell. She could fall apart just like this and never be put back together, and right now, that sounded perfect.
“I think she’s ready.” Ben’s voice sounded husky with want. He set both dildos aside, leaving Hannah soaked and empty and needy for more. They had better hurry up or she was going to combust.
Mitchell stretched out in the middle of the bed. He had already slipped a condom on and was rubbing a lube-slick hand over its length. “Come lie down on me, faceup.”
She paused. “Um. Aren’t I…” She gestured to herself.
“You’re not too heavy. Come on.” He stroked himself again, closing his eyes in pleasure. Fuck, he was gorgeous.
Hannah let him guide her as she lay back on top of him, her legs to either side of his. His cock pressed against her from below. Holy shit. She’d never done an
ything in this position before. Mitchell moved her around easily, guiding her hips. Gently, steadily, he pressed her down onto his cock.
Hannah moaned at that first harsh stretch as the thick head slipped inside. In this position, he could use her however he wanted, and damn if that defenselessness wasn’t almost as hot as the sex itself. Mitchell shifted his hips and pushed deeper and deeper into her ass. She was getting impaled, unable to do much more than take whatever he wanted to give her. Inch after inch, he kept going, moving her body to slide her farther onto him until, finally, he was nestled snugly all the way inside.
She was already so full. With Mitchell stretched out beneath her, he was able to whisper right in her ear.
“You’re so tight around me. You feel that? Does it feel good?”
Better than good, it felt incredible. She squirmed, not really wanting to get away, but wanting to feel how much she couldn’t get away even if she wanted to. His cock pulsed steadily in her ass and her clit ached, absolutely ached to be touched. “God. Yes. More.”
She reached for her clit, but Mitchell grabbed her wrists from each side.
“Not yet.” His voice was rough and low, sexy just in its tone, and his words lit her up. “Gotta wait for that. You want to feel Ben inside you, too? Want to feel him stretch you so wide? Are you ready for that?”
“Ahh, fuck.” Her curse was a high-pitched whimper. “Fuck. I don’t know.” She wanted it, but she was nervous, her whole body vibrating.
“Well, you’d better decide.” She could hear his smile in his voice.
Ben knelt between her legs, straddling Mitchell’s knees below her, and brushed his large fingers against her clit that was so aching to be touched. She swore again at the piercing stab of pleasure, her ass clenching hard around Mitchell’s thick cock and making him swear as well. She’d been on the edge twice already, and as Ben touched her, that tension built again. Fuck, she wasn’t ready to come like this, not yet, not before the best part, and her body trembled with the effort of holding back.