Caleb stands in the doorway of his room, looking staggered. He runs a shaking hand over his mouth, his green eyes flickering back and forth between Ben and me, between the wet and ready place between my legs and the slow grind of Ben’s hips against my ass.
“Peach,” Caleb breathes, as if he can hardly believe I’m here, and my heart seizes. If I can forgive Ben for pushing me away, I can forgive Caleb for letting me go. In fact, I feel like I can forgive them for anything, so long as they finally fuck me. So long as I get to live out Ben’s filthy suggestion and experience what it’s like to be completely filled. What it’s like to have both of them inside me at the same time.
“Caleb,” I say, reaching for him, and he’s suddenly unfrozen, racing to the bed as he tears off his clothes.
“I wouldn’t let her come until you got here,” Ben says with a trace of smugness. “She’s so fucking wet for you.”
Caleb finally kicks off his jeans and boxers and puts a knee up on the bed. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him—all that heavy muscle coiled tight with the need to fuck, those hands twitching at his sides like it’s taking everything he has not to grab me and pull me right onto his turgid length. The length that now bobs proudly from his hips, the end of it shiny and tight and beginning to glisten for me at the tip, even though he’s only just now joined us.
And when he crawls into the opening made by my legs hooked over Ben’s, I can’t resist the urge to touch him. To run my fingers over those bulging muscles and the light-brown hair that dusts over his chest and abs. He groans at my touch and then leans forward to nuzzle my breasts, turning his head to bite at the tender undersides through the fabric. It’s raw and animalistic and even more so while another man is playing with my asshole as he does it.
Caleb lifts his head to look at Ben. “You said her pussy is ready for me?”
“See for yourself,” Ben says and moves his hand to the side—but keeps his middle finger firmly inside my other entrance.
Caleb sucks in a breath. “Holy fuck,” he mutters and then glances over to my face, where he no doubt can guess from my flushed cheeks and hooded eyes how much I like what Ben’s doing. “Holy fuck,” he repeats, this time to himself, as if he can’t believe his luck.
I crane my own head now to look up at Ben. His jaw is working tight and his eyebrows are pulled together in strain, like it’s taking everything he has not to be fucking me right now. “Are you going to fuck me there?” I ask shyly. “Now?”
He looks down at me, eyes glinting. “Do you want me to fuck you there? Now?”
“Yes,” I say with a blush. “But…I haven’t done it before.”
“Ben is very good at it,” Caleb says and then flushes deeply. I decide I want very much to hear more about this and how Caleb knows—and maybe have some demonstrations—but then Ben is sliding out from behind me and stalking to his room, his erection jutting up in a deliciously thick arc from his parted jeans. He returns without his shirt and with a handful of supplies.
“Lie down, Ireland,” he commands. I notice his hands are trembling as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and pulls them off, and the evidence of his desire inflames me. Reassures me, even though I’m a little nervous about what comes next.
I move to the middle of the bed as Caleb easily rolls a condom over himself and joins me. He rolls me to my side so we face each other, and he runs the back of his fingers over my face.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he says, and there’s no mistaking the tenderness in his voice, the depth in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, emotion knots in my throat. “Really?” I whisper. “We only had one night together. If I’d left, it wouldn’t have been that big of a deal.”
Caleb’s already shaking his head. “It would’ve been. I know it hasn’t been long, but can’t you feel it?”
“It?” I echo, and he takes my hand and splays it over his chest. Underneath my palm, his heart beats warm and steady and fast.
“Yes,” he says solemnly. “It.”
My lips part, but I’m not sure what to say. Because I do feel it, and if the boys feel it too…
Well, it makes me feel something I’ve never really felt before. Optimistic and confident and happy and…
Loved.
As if to shore up Caleb’s sweet words, Ben kisses my shoulder from behind me and then brushes his lips over the shell of my ear.
“I feel the same way, Ireland. You’re ours.”
Theirs.
“Yes,” I say almost dizzily. “I feel it. I’m yours.”
What else can be said after that? Caleb reaches down between my legs to test my readiness and groans at what he finds. With a big callused hand, he pulls my knee up to his hip, and then I feel the broad head of his penis probing slick and latex-covered at my seam.
“Shit,” he mumbles as he works the tip of his dick inside me. “Shit, Ireland, you feel so good.”
I squirm on the end of his cock, trying to feed more into my body, and he gives a breathless laugh. “I got you, peach, hold on. Trust me to give you what you need.”
“Want it now,” I growl, and he laughs some more.
“Ben, how long did you tease her for?”
“Not very long,” is the amused answer. “But you remember how responsive she is.”
Caleb’s eyes light back on my face, and his laughing mouth pulls into a wicked smile. “I do remember.” And with a thrust of his muscled ass, he plows all the way home.
My fingernails dig into his shoulders as my sex stretches and ripples around him, and he gives me three deep and grinding strokes in return, the pressure of his thickness inside me and the gorgeous friction against my clit sending me over the edge. The tension inside my body shatters into a mosaic of delicious sensation—seizing waves low in my belly, flutters of pure pleasure radiating from my clit, tingles of electricity shooting down to the pads of my fingers and the bottoms of my toes.
“Fuck,” Caleb groans, his head dropping back. “She’s coming already. I can feel it. Fuck.”
Ben bites me on the shoulder with a pleased rumble. “Good. Come hard for Caleb, baby. Get all nice and tight for us.”
His dirty words spur me on, and my head is tossing on the bed as I ride out my climax on his glorious organ. Caleb is gritting his teeth in order to keep from following me, and then we both let out agonized gasps as Ben’s slick finger finds my pleated entrance once again and pushes inside.
“Oh God,” I pant, my orgasm surging hard again from the extra stimulation. “Oh God, oh God.”
“You better hurry,” Caleb grinds out. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
“Then how are you going to last when it’s my cock pushing inside her?” Ben asks.
Caleb shivers at his words, biting off a curse as he no doubt imagines how it will feel, how tight I’ll get with another huge shaft wedged inside me.
My orgasm finally subsides, leaving me limp and quivering, and Ben adds a second finger. “Push against my touch,” he advises as I tense up. “It’ll open you more to me. Good girl, that’s it. Do you feel dirty with my fingers in your ass? Do you feel sexy?”
I give it a couple of breaths, adjusting slowly to the foreign feeling. It does feel dirty, it does feel sexy, especially when I see Caleb gazing at me with an expression bordering on awestruck as he slowly glides his girth in and out of me in time to Ben’s pumping fingers. Especially when I look up at Ben and see a man who’s about to tear the bed apart with his teeth if he isn’t inside my body right this minute.
“I’m ready,” I murmur up to him, turning as much as I can to look at the irresistible man kneeling behind me. “I’m ready for you.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, and I can see the toll it takes on him to proceed with care. To delay. His shoulders are shaking, the muscles of his belly are clenched so tightly that every band and slab is etched in high relief and glistening with sweat. His cock is dark and distended. A large vein traces up the side, and the slit at his crown is
wet and shining with pre-come. “I’ll be careful with you, Ireland, I swear to God.”
“I know,” I say, giving him a sated smile. I’m still dizzy with all the hormones from my last climax. “And I’m sure.”
He drops another kiss on my shoulder and then reaches for a condom, tearing the packet open with his teeth and sheathing himself in a quick, practiced movement. There’s the click of a bottle cap, and then Caleb and I are treated to the sight of Ben spreading lube down the length of his rigid erection. Through the glisten of the latex and lubricant, I can still see all the veins and the plump crown in perfect detail, and my body craves it, longs for it, even though I have one hot erection already lodged inside my body.
“Same as before,” Ben says, tossing the closed lube bottle to the side of the bed. “It’s just like my fingers.”
“He’s lying,” Caleb says, his dimple peeking out from under his beard.
“Okay, I’m lying a little,” Ben amends. “It’s just like my fingers…if my fingers were much, much bigger.”
He lies down so the muscled length of his body stretches out behind mine. I feel another flash of bashful unease—there’s something about having his firm chest and abs and thighs pressed against the soft gradients and creases of my back and bottom that brings up my worst feelings about my body. Between Caleb at my front and Ben at my back, there’s no angle I can twist myself to try to make my waist look smaller, no hiding the crease between my stomach and my hip, no attempting to make my FUPA look smoother. There’s no hiding the dimples in my bottom and thighs. I’m completely exposed, naked and squeezed between two men who could be on the cover of a magazine.
But my chagrin vanishes the moment Ben presses fully against me and lets out a groan that goes up to the rafters.
“Fuck,” he curses, unable to stop himself from stroking his cock along the seam of my backside. “I’m never letting you leave this bed.”
I look back to Caleb, who seems to have the same idea, judging by his bitten lower lip and his roaming, grasping hands.
What girl would ever want to leave this bed? Between these two?
“I’m never going anywhere else ever again,” I say with a half laugh that turns into a half gasp as I feel the broad tip of him press against my opening. “Oh, Ben.”
“Gonna fuck you so good,” he husks. “So good, baby.”
The hoarse urgency in his voice is an aphrodisiac all its own—not that I need one with the two of them around. I’m so wet that whenever Caleb gives me a thrust, it’s like a hot knife moving through butter, and I can feel the beginning of another climax twining into a tight knot right behind my clitoris.
The pressure as Ben begins to work his way into the small aperture is intense—intense enough that I bury my face in Caleb’s strong chest as I try to catch my breath.
“Shh,” Caleb soothes, stroking my hair and my arm. “This is the hardest part. You just have to breathe.”
I breathe as he instructs, trying to push against Ben’s invasion, but he’s so big, so wide, and there’s a pinching feeling that borders on pain as he finally works his way past my rings of muscle.
“Tight,” Ben grunts, shoving in another inch. “Fucking tight.”
I press my face harder against Caleb, telling myself breathe breathe breathe, and Caleb runs a gentling palm over my thigh and hip, his other arm underneath me and holding me close to him.
Ben curls a hand around my hip and uses another to anchor my shoulder, and then he gives me a final shove that rips the breath right from my body and sends him as deep as he can go.
“Are you okay?” he asks in a strained voice. I can feel him trembling and sweating with the effort to hold his body still, and when I pull my head back and see Caleb, I see the same strain stamped all over him too.
“A moment,” I choke out, my entire body tense and aching with the invasion of not one but two massive erections. “Need a moment.”
Now firmly in place, Ben readjusts so he’s pressed all against me again, and he nuzzles my neck, my hair, my shoulder. Like an animal gentling its mate. And he praises me, telling me how sweet I am, how beautiful I am, how good I make him feel. He promises to make me feel good too. He promises I can use his body and Caleb’s to sate my lusts any time I want.
He says I’m the sexiest woman in the world, and Caleb murmurs his agreement, kissing my mouth as Ben kisses the nape of my neck.
As they both throb inside me.
A minute passes, and then another, and between the kissing and the praising, the discomfort has melted away. Instead, I feel gloriously, happily full. Complete, even. Like this is the way I’m meant to have sex, like I was formed at birth to mold between these two men.
“Okay,” I say, still a bit shaky but also aroused beyond all belief and ready for the climax that’s waiting just a few thrusts away. “More, please.” I think of what I said last night and smile. “All of it.”
“We’re gonna give you all of it,” says Caleb with a filthy gleam in his eye. “You better hold on tight, little peach.”
Together they begin fucking me with careful, rolling thrusts, both of them completely attuned to me, watching and listening with an attentiveness that can only be called reverent. When I flinch, they pause and adjust the angles of their hips until I sigh again. When I gasp, they kiss and lick my mouth and neck until I’m squirming down onto them. And when I dig my fingernails into Caleb’s shoulder and moan, they reward me with deep, railing thrusts that leave me seeing stars and panting their names.
My hovering orgasm only needs a few minutes of this to finally explode into release. With an unladylike moan, I detonate around the two cocks buried inside me. Hard, clenching contractions take me, make everything below my navel feel like a giant squeezing fist of pure pleasure, and I’m dimly aware my orgasm is driving the men wild.
Ben and Caleb link hands over my hip to hold me steady as I writhe through the delight, and together they surge into me as deep as they can.
“Gonna come…so hard,” pants Caleb, and behind me, I hear Ben grunt in agreement. Then Caleb lets out an almighty yell, his head thrown back and the cords in his neck straining, and heat scalds my sheath through the condom after he pumps waves of his orgasm into the latex.
It triggers more pleasure of my own, and stars dance at the edge of my vision as a delicate pain lights up nerve endings everywhere on my body. Ben’s sunk his teeth into my neck and, with a bitten-off noise, erupts otherwise silently against the tight, dirty glove of my channel, filling his own condom with spurt after spurt of hot seed.
Both of them keep thrusting through their ejaculations, and I keep undulating between them as my own climax ebbs gradually into satisfied exhaustion. In a tangle of arms, I’m cradled between them, and we’re sweaty and the condoms need to be taken care of, and I have no doubt I’m going to be sore, but at this moment, all I can think is what I told them earlier.
I’m never going anywhere else again.
Yes, they were sex words, but I realize they’re also true in every other sense as well. I want to stay.
I’m going to stay.
Chapter Fourteen
Caleb
The sun blazes nosy and chiding through the window, reminding us there’s so much to do and fix outside these walls, but we ignore it, spending the afternoon as if it’s the dead of night—doing all manner of wicked and depraved things normally saved for hours of darkness.
After we clean up, Ben and I spend a long time between Ireland’s legs, jostling for space and the chance to lick at her sweet honey. And after she comes twice more, we once again cradle her between us and take her at the same time. This time, I’m the one fucking her tight, rear hole, and the grip of her is insane. And with the pressure from Ben’s cock inside her pussy and the added stimulation of feeling him stroke against me through her thin walls, it’s a miracle I last long enough to make sure she comes first. Somehow I manage it, lips thin and eyes shut, waiting until the last of her shudders die down before I open m
y eyes and let myself just look at her writhing between us. Those sweet slopes and tucks of her body. The way her curves yield softly to my form as I move against her. The way her body spills out of my hands as I fondle and squeeze at her.
She’s straight out of my wet dreams, out of every fantasy I’ve ever had—dark hair soft as silk and flowing like water over Ben’s arm. Blue eyes to rival the storm-cleansed sky outside. Perfectly formed lips that beg for my own.
And a body like those paintings in art class—with soft rolls and a round bottom and a plump little pussy that all but begs to be fucked and fucked thoroughly.
That’s all it takes, looking at her, and I come with a bellow and a bowing body, pumping my condom full of hot, slick seed. Ben watches me roar and tense through it, and then he takes Ireland’s mouth in a searing kiss as he follows me over the edge with a single quiet noise.
We’ve always used condoms with every woman we’ve been with, always, always, and a jolt of fresh blood hits my spent cock as I think about what it would be like to skip the condoms next time. To claim this beautiful woman from the inside out, to feel the slippery heat of Ben doing the same.
My cock gives another pulse, trying valiantly to rise to the occasion, and Ireland gives me a happy, if slightly rueful, smile.
“I need a break, cowboy,” she says, wincing a bit as we tug free of her body. “Another few minutes, at least.”
“We have all the time in the world,” Ben says. His brows draw together as he gazes down at her. “I hope.”
For a moment she doesn’t answer, simply searching Ben’s face and then mine as if trying to read our thoughts. Apparently satisfied by what she sees, she gives us a lazy nod, like a queen.
“All the time in the world.”
When late afternoon begins to crest into evening, we drive back to Holm. Ben needs to start making calls and contacting insurance companies about the tavern, and after making sure Mrs. Parry and Mrs. Harthcock are safe and settled, I’m anxious to get back to town to help in whatever way I can.
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