He’d wanted her for too long, his patience was gone. With one tug, he ripped off her panties, and left her naked against Ben. The erotic nature of her fully naked framed by Ben’s fully clothed body flat-out did it for Grady.
“Holy shit, Grady.” She mumbled the words and raised a hand as if to cover herself. Ben snared it, pinning it back at her side with a nod from Grady.
“Told you, I’m horny as hell for you, sweetheart.” Done with talking, done with words, he decided to use his mouth for more interesting occupations.
When he sucked on her lovely titties, he realized it was a good thing Ben had her arms. Otherwise, she might have dropped boneless to the floor when his hand cupped her wet pussy.
Chapter Seven
They were serious.
She wasn’t sure why that boggled her mind, but she couldn’t keep her thoughts in order enough to really focus on it. Not with Grady’s hands busy between her legs and his mouth practically devouring her breasts.
She’d thought, well, fuck it. If they were messing with her, maybe her naked body would make them change their minds.
Instead, the desire obvious on the faces of the two men who mattered most to her bolstered her flagging confidence. So much so that when Grady bent with a growl and looked up her body, she didn’t even hesitate to spread her legs apart for him.
Ben wasn’t willing to be ignored. Other than supporting her, helping her stay in position for Grady, he filled her ear with whispered words to further ignite her already overcharged senses. “Watch him, Carrie. Do you see how his hands are shaking? We’ve both wanted you for so long, I’m actually jealous that he’s eating you out right now. I want to be between your legs, licking your slit, feeling your legs clench around my head while I make you…”
She couldn’t focus on him, not with Grady probing his fingertips inside her while he caught her clit between his teeth. When his tongue rocked the sensitive bundle of nerves, she leaned harder against Ben and couldn’t hide her moans.
Then she was being pulled away from Grady, who mumbled something that sounded distinctly like, “Hey…”
Ben slung her into his arms as if she weighed nothing. He only glanced over his shoulder to say one word to Grady. “Bed.” Then he strode off with determined movements, apparently headed for the bedroom.
Unable to resist, since she was in his arms anyway, she twined her hands into his hair and began to nibble and suck her way up his neck to his ear. Once she reached the lobe, she bit down gently, pleased beyond belief when his breath shuddered out of him and he almost stumbled and dropped her. “Almost there, sweetie. Then you can play all you want.”
True to his words, in brief seconds he’d deposited her on the bed, leaving her giggling as he growled and crawled above her menacingly. When he nipped one breast and smiled up at her, she couldn’t resist stroking his so-familiar face. “You’re sure about this too?” She shouldn’t have asked, should have been confident, but she wasn’t. She needed the words.
Pulling her up, he knelt in front of her. With his hands, he traced her face and then stroked his way down her arms before linking their fingertips. “Yeah, I’m sure.”
His kiss was soft, almost chaste, even though she was fully nude and they were in a bed. It only took seconds, though, for the heat to return, sizzling across her nerves as she strived to get closer to him. Grady spoke from somewhere behind her. “My turn. You strip.”
Ben backed up, smiling and shaking his head. His expression clearly said, Grady…always so impatient, but he complied and got off the bed. Before he’d even finished moving away, the mattress dipped as a grinning Grady took his place. “Now, as I was saying…”
Gripping both her knees, he parted her legs without preamble and returned to his task. Eyes closed, she dug her heels into the bed, searching for some kind of purchase as he pushed her closer to the edge.
She didn’t even notice Ben returning, not until another mouth closed over her breast, pulling the nipple away from her body before biting down with the right amount of pressure to leave her crying out. Too much, but yet just right, the pleasure mixed with pain and sent her right over the jagged precipice of orgasm. Grady’s licking slowed a bit, before his hand covered her mound and both men hovered above her.
Glancing between them, she took note of both their hungry expressions. Lowering her gaze, she saw both men were hard, dicks practically twitching in arousal. Instead of deciding who to touch, she rose off the bed to kneel and nibble a fingertip. Although she’d gotten off, her body felt revved up, ready for more. Deciding to throw caution to the wind and do what she wanted, she captured a cock in each hand and grinned at them. “So what’s next?”
Her hand sliding up and down the length of his cock felt good, really good, but it wasn’t what Ben wanted. Guiding her, he pulled her back into his embrace so he could again kiss her full mouth. Grady didn’t need further directions, his hands busy streaking across all the lovely skin she’d bared for them and working to reclaim the edgy passion from seconds before. Watching her get off, seeing her face and hearing her cries, only made Ben want more of the same.
So when she pulled out of his kiss and her hands slid down his chest, he almost stopped her.
Then he realized her intent. Kissing her way down his chest, following the path of her hands, she smiled a sexy siren smile before her lips toyed with the head of his dick. When her palm circled his cock and she sucked him deep, her cheeks hollowing with her effort, he had to fist his hands in her hair to keep from thrusting into her.
Grady took advantage of the changed positions, having worked a condom onto the length of his dick, and began to rock against her from behind. Ben wasn’t sure if the other man had penetrated her, not since her body blocked his view, but he could see whatever he was doing made Grady really happy to be there. The other man’s face went tight with his pleasure, and something about having them, the two people he cared most about, both so obviously sexually engaged, flat-out did it for Ben.
That and the moans erupting from her lips each time she sucked him inside her mouth. God, her mouth was clever, tongue swirling around the head before she again pulled him nearly down her throat. When her wandering hands grazed his balls, they tightened almost painfully and he wasn’t sure he’d last long.
The slap of Grady pushing inside her shoved her harder into his dick and he leaned back, giving her better access. Soon she swayed between them both, rocking and moaning.
But then she toppled over the edge of orgasm, releasing his cock to arch her back. Her tits swung as Grady continued to push inside her from behind and her mouth opened as she cried out. “God, she’s so tight,” Grady whispered, and Ben reached for the swinging breasts to find her hard little nipples.
She collapsed, apparently shuddering off the last dregs of the second orgasm, and he shared a glance with Grady, who nodded. Pulling free of her body with a groan, Grady reached to the nightstand to pass Ben a condom.
While Ben ripped the packet and rolled on the rubber, Grady flipped Carrie and whispered soothing words. They kissed, rocking against each other, and Ben reached out a hand to scrape his nails down the back of Grady’s thigh.
Grady scowled at him but backed off the bed, removing his condom and tossing it aside. “I’m not done,” Grady added.
“Clearly,” Ben agreed, gesturing to his still-hard dick. “But I want to be inside her.”
Stretching like a pleased cat, Carrie looked sexy as hell. “Are you fighting over me now?”
“A little,” Ben acknowledged. “You tired?”
She shook her head, still looking quite pleased with herself. “Nope.” With a single twitch of her finger, she wiggled her brows at him. “Bring it. Anything you can do, I can do better.”
Climbing on the bed, he spread her knees, fascinated with the pink plumpness of her pussy lips. “Ya think?”
He teased his cock from
front to back on her slit, watching her face as she captured her lip between her teeth. “I’ll try, anyway,” she modified.
“Will you take me in your mouth, like you did him?” Grady asked her.
She reached out one hand and began to stroke Grady’s cock, her hips rising to meet Ben’s dick as he continued to play with her wet entrance. “You’ll have to come closer.”
Grady complied, kneeling practically over her head so she could suck him off. Ben lifted her ass, using a grip under each of her knees, and slowly worked inside her. He was thicker than Grady, but Grady had a longer dick—something they’d established long before—so while Grady found her tight, Ben found her to be like a wet fist which caught his dick in an almost irresistible hold. Finding his rhythm, he watched Grady’s ass as he moved with Carrie’s movements. Matching his pace with theirs, he tried to focus.
Tried to resist the temptation to shove inside her fast and hard.
The tightness in his balls was irresistible, though, and soon he closed his eyes and simply moved. Tugging her legs over his shoulders, he bit down on Grady’s shoulder to try to hold on for a few seconds longer. Grady’s hands closed into fists near her head, nails digging into his scalp, and Ben lost his pace, unable to hold on longer. His balls tightened up and the orgasm shot up from the heels of his feet all the way to the roots of his hair. Bucking inside her, he heard their cries echoing around him before everything went dark.
He woke to find Carrie perched against his shoulder, rubbing lazy circles on his chest. “You pass out when you come? That’s kind of hot.”
Grady’s snicker behind her had him twisting his head to see the other man using her hip as a pillow. “Hot? You can call it that if you want to.”
Ben swatted at him. Grady ducked, so Ben didn’t manage to connect with his blockhead. “Dick.”
“Assfucker,” Grady replied good-naturedly.
Carrie rolled her eyes, and Ben couldn’t resist tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re both so childish.”
Giving in to temptation, Ben kissed her. “We’re still us. You’re still you. Proof sex didn’t change things.”
Grady grunted. “I beg to differ.”
Arching a brow, Ben grudgingly released her so he could scowl at him. “How does it change things?”
Grady’s grin was infectious, Carrie’s laugh washing over Ben and soothing any lingering worries away as he too answered the joyous look and sound with a smile of his own.
“Well…” Grady rolled Carrie over so he could reach her breasts. Before he bothered answering, Grady kissed each of her nipples, further making their lover laugh. “Now that we’ve had her, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to resist sliding my hands under those skirts of hers.”
Ben couldn’t disagree. “Or pulling her aside so we can kiss her until she gets that glazed look in her eyes, maybe behind a door…”
Grady snorted. “Kiss her? You can pull her aside to kiss her. I’m going to try to make her come, regardless of where we are, to see if she can resist crying out and giving us away.”
Ben smiled. It was an amusing thought. But it brought back a more sobering one. “People are going to talk, you’re both aware of that, right? No matter how happy we might be together, people are going to talk about it. Some might say some pretty fucked up stuff too.” His imagination was rife with the kind of things the small-town gossips might say about the three of them in an obvious and unapologetic relationship.
Carrie surprised him, rolling back over so she could bite his nipple. “You’re always our worrywart, Bennie-boy.”
He stroked her hair. She’d always been precious to him. He’d gotten into more than one fight over the years, trying to protect her from things. “One of us has to be. You lead with your heart, Blockhead plunges into shit without thinking.”
She smiled a sweet smile and leaned down to kiss him. Something about the taste of her, all sweetness and temptations wrapped in one woman, drugged his mind and had him dragging her closer. But she wasn’t done, so she pulled free and nipped his chin. “Okay, worrier, they were already talking. For years, we’ve heard it all. People have assumed that we’ve been fucking for about as long as I’ve had breasts.”
“Wonderful breasts,” Grady pointed out. “The perfect titties.”
Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. “Yes, fantastic. But my point is that we’ve lived with that for years.”
She shrugged and smiled again.
And he got it. “Basically, nothing changed there, either. Well…”
Her hand closed over his dick and he was shocked to feel himself harden again. “Exactly. The only difference is that now we get to enjoy everything they thought we were doing.”
“And a whole lot more,” Ben finished.
Her eyes widened. “More?”
Sharing a grin with Grady, Ben nodded before pulling her back down so he could recapture her lips. “Oh, shit yeah, sweetheart. We are both very, very creative men.”
And then he lost himself in the flavor of her, satisfied that they’d be as they always were.
The three of them against the world, together as they were meant to be.
About the Author
Virginia Nelson likes knights in rusted and dinged-up armor, heroes who snarl instead of croon, and heroines who can’t remember to say the right thing even with an author writing their dialogue. Her books are full of snark, sex, and random acts of ineptitude—not always in that order. Virginia loves to hear from her readers. Feel free to contact her at www.virg-nelson.com.
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