by Elle Everton
But right now it’s Bennett I can’t take my eyes off of. Lila works her small fingers along the buttons of his shirt, making quick work of them, and then tugging the fabric down off his shoulders. His broad, smooth chest is bare and I ache to run my own hands over it, the way Lila is doing.
Instead I set my glass down on the table next to the ice bucket. I cross the room towards them, standing behind Lila and swooping her hair off her neck so I can plant a line of kisses along her shoulders.
I tug the zipper down on her dress and revel in the sight of her naked back. Her skin is as flawless as silk, as smooth and white as fresh cream, except for a dusting of freckles at the base of her neck.
I run my tongue along her skin as her dress slips from her body. She’s not wearing a bra, so the only scrap of fabric remaining on her body is her black thong. With her heels still on, her ass looks pert and firm. I cup my hands around those full globes, massaging her cheeks until she moans against Bennett’s mouth.
My cock is already stiffening, and I rub it against her ass now. She shimmies back towards me, nuzzling against my dick.
The three of us slowly make our way towards the bed that way. Unable to release our hold on each other, or unwilling. When we reach the bed, I push Lila gently down.
“Take off your panties,” I tell her, my voice rough. “And then spread your legs.”
She does as I command, leaving on the heels. Good girl. She sits back on the bed, leaning against the mountain of pillows. She doesn’t take her eyes off Bennett and me as she slowly spreads her legs, exposing her glistening pussy.
God damn, that’s a sweet sight. I lick my lips, already hungry for her, but I want this for Bennett. I want to loosen him up a little first.
As if he can read my mind, Bennett is already shedding the rest of his clothes. He climbs onto the bed with Lila, kneeling between her legs. He tips her chin up and kisses her first, letting his hands roam across her naked body. I slowly unbutton my shirt while I watch them.
Bennett finally starts kissing his way down her body, suckling at her rosy nipples and tweaking them between his teeth. Lila murmurs her encouragement as he goes, but every once in a while she sneaks a glance at me. I wonder if she’s second-guessing her request from the other day.
Well, it’s too late for second guessing. This is happening.
Finally, Bennett crouches between Lila’s knees and flicks his tongue against her clit. She gasps when he does, and all her attention is now on the man between her thighs. I finish stripping off my clothes while I watch them, and for a minute I just stand there, enjoying the sight of Bennett going down on her while she writhes on the bed. My rock-hard dick is in my hand and I stroke it slowly while they go at it.
But tonight’s not about watching. I make my way over to the small ledge, where I spotted the bottle of lube. Christ, where the hell did Bennett get this? Costco? It’s fucking huge.
I chuckle softly to myself. I can’t say I blame him — if I was in his position, I’d be stocking up too.
Now I take the bottle and climb onto the bed with them. Bennett tenses when he feels my weight shift the bed, but Lila brings his head back down to her pussy. Her legs are shaking and there’s a fine sheen covering her milky white skin. Her breath comes in short adorable pants.
I look down at Bennett. In this position, his ass is pretty exposed, which is exactly what I’d had in mind.
I take a moment. Because once this happens, there’s no going back. Somehow, deep down, I know that. Once Bennett and I cross this line, nothing will ever be the same.
Fuck it. Life is for changing.
I squeeze out a generous dot of lube, and coat my finger with it. I lean against his back, his muscles rippling under my forearms.
“You ready for this?” I growl.
Lila’s eyes widen as she realizes what’s happening. For a second Bennett doesn’t say anything. I can feel him breathing, the way his back rises and falls.
“Fuck yeah, I’m ready,” he finally breathes, before burying himself back in Lila’s pussy.
Good man.
I add an extra dollop of lube to his ass and use my finger to massage it around. I take a deep breath before I finally push against his tight ring. He opens, just enough for me to slip my knuckle in.
“Shit,” I hear Bennett curse under his breath. A soft groan escapes his lips. I push my finger deeper, moving it around as I stretch him.
When I think he’s ready, I add another drop of lube and another finger. I repeat the process, letting him acclimatize to my presence and then stretching him even further. He keeps his attention focused on Lila’s pussy, but every once in a while I feel him stop and just breathe into what I’m doing.
Lila’s whimpers start to reach a fever pitch, and she grabs Bennett’s dark hair and pulls him closer towards her cunt. Bennett laps at her hungrily while she bucks, and I use the moment to start thrusting my fingers in and out of his ass. He’s taking me easier now.
I think he’s ready.
When Lila’s orgasm subsides, she looks up at me, as if for direction.
“Bennett’s going to fuck you now,” I tell her, and she nods. She pulls him up towards her for a kiss, as I grab the lube again.
I coat my dick with it, stroking slowly while I watch them kiss. The room smells thick with sex already.
I grab Lila’s ankles and pull her down the bed a bit, positioning her under Bennett. She automatically reaches for his hips, pulling him to her.
He pushes inside her, into her tight wet channel, and even though I know he must want to thrust against her, he stills, waiting.
Because he knows what’s coming.
I kneel on the bed, between his thighs. I line my cock up against his asshole, pressing against his entrance. His back muscles ripple again as he tenses. I put my palm against his spine, stroking him a few times, trying to calm him.
I’m still nuzzling my dick against him, pressing a little harder each time. Again, I pause, wondering if this is really something we’re ready to go through with.
“Do it, Sam,” Bennett commands.
I bristle at his instruction, but my cock has a mind of its own right now. All I want to do is sink inside his tight ass, to be the first to claim him, to finally hold him under my thumb.
I push my dick against his tight hole and this time I lean into it. I hold the base with one hand, keeping myself steady, and I keep my other hand on his back to steady him.
The moment he yields to me is one I’ll have forever seared into my brain. His tight ring opening for my cock. His body becoming mine. Bennett, Lila and me together, becoming one.
My eyes roll back into my head as I sink completely into him. He’s so fucking tight, tighter than anything I’ve experienced. Even with the lube, it’s a struggle to push all the way in — until I finally push past a certain point. Then it becomes easy, his body almost suctioning me inside.
“Fuck,” I grunt, just as Bennett groans. I keep one hand on his back and put the other on his hips so I can hold him in place as I start to slowly slide out. His ass is like a vise around my cock, squeezing me tighter than a fist.
Bennett gives me a minute to find a rhythm and then he slowly starts moving his hips in time with mine, sinking his cock in and out of Lila’s pussy as I thrust into him. We move together, the three of us.
I can’t see Bennett’s face, but I can see Lila’s, and she looks … awed. That’s the only way I think to describe it. Her lips are parted, her eyes dark, and she twists her nipples between her fingers as she watches me fuck Bennett.
The amount of pleasure coursing through me is almost more than I can bear. This whole thing is so fucking erotic and so … unexpected. A month ago, I never would have imagined being here with Lila, never mind Bennett. Yet somehow they’ve both clawed their way into my life, into my heart.
The thought startles me. No fucking way is Bennett McCardiff getting any piece of my heart. My cock, sure. But that’s where it begins and ends.
> I slam into his ass, hard, as if I’m punishing him for the thought that just ran through my mind. I grip his hips and pummel into him, forcing him to take every long, thick, hard inch of me.
He does. His body bends under my touch, but he just grunts, slamming just as hard into Lila. The three of us move frantically now, like we’re trying to grasp something that hovers just out of reach.
Lila is the first to go, her whimpers turning into siren wails. Somehow, even though I’m not touching her, I can almost feel her clench around me as she comes.
I’m determined for Bennett to come next, even though I have to steel myself, willing myself not to explode just yet. My balls are churning, tightening up against my body, ready to lead me over the edge.
I slam into Bennett again. I focus on pushing him over the edge instead of me — maybe it’s an ego thing, but I have to know that this is good for him before I can truly let go.
Lila pulls him into a kiss as he pushes into her cunt once, twice, three times. Again, I can feel the moment it happens, as if he clenches tighter around me as he comes. He groans, his whole body rippling and shuddering under my hands, against my cock.
I’m satisfied that he came, but more relieved that I can finally let go myself now. I thrust into Bennett’s ass again, burying myself up to the hilt, and then I let the climax wash over me. My balls tighten and release, and then I’m unleashing everything I have into his tight cavity. For a second my pulse drops so low that I think I’m going to pass out. My vision goes black, and I concentrate on just riding the wave of pleasure, not caring in that moment if it takes me straight to oblivion.
A few seconds later, I can see again. I slowly draw my cock out. Semen spills out of Bennett’s stretched asshole, and it’s probably the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
He collapses onto Lila, and she strokes his hair gently. I drop backwards next to Lila, catching my breath as I look up at the hotel room ceiling. My breathing is still ragged, but the hoarse sounds are echoed by Lila and Bennett. I think all of us are still a little stunned right now.
Lila moves her hand along Bennett’s cheek.
“You okay?” She asks softly. I can’t see his face but I see him nod his head. I breathe out in relief. I guess I was more worried than I thought.
Lila touches my hand next.
“And you?”
“Fine,” I say gruffly. Because I am. Fine, that is. Why wouldn’t I be?
“That was intense,” she says, more to herself than anything.
I don’t answer, because she’s right. It was intense. And wrong and insane and filthy fucking hot.
I stroke my fingers along Lila’s cheek. It’s sweet that she’s worrying about us, but I want her to know she doesn’t have to. Bennett and I are both big boys and the last thing I want is for her to be worrying about our feelings.
I lean over to kiss her, running my lips across hers, stroking her tongue with mine. As we kiss, Bennett rolls off her, onto the empty swath of bed beside her. He lies there facing the ceiling, not looking at us. Not looking at me.
I want to reach for him, but I don’t.
This is still too new. Too uncertain. Too totally fucking confusing.
I don’t know what Bennett needs but I know I’m probably not the one to give it to him.
Chapter 24
Lila
I wipe the counter as Heath watches me. His gaze is as lecherous as always, and for the millionth time, I find myself wishing these stupid diner uniforms were a couple of inches longer. Or maybe floor-length.
It’s a Tuesday afternoon and the diner is nearly deserted. There are a couple of business-man types, but they’re both sitting in Colleen’s section. Because of course they are. She’s stuck me in the back again, and my section’s been empty since the lunch crowd cleared out.
I’ve been trying to find things to do to keep busy but I’ve literally done every bit of housekeeping and organization I can think of. I’ve refilled the sugar bowls, stuffed those little square dishes until they were bursting with packets of every kind of sweetener. I’ve dumped generic ketchup into all the Heinz bottles. I’ve refilled every napkin holder and salt shaker and even though almost no one ever uses them, I’ve even restocked the tampon machines in the women’s washroom.
The bus boy and the cook are in the back shooting the shit, and Colleen and Heath are chuckling about something — possibly the fact that I just spent the last five minutes picking up tampons from the box I’d spilled on the floor after my restocking.
There’s literally nothing else for me to do, so I drag a stool behind the bar counter and sit down. It’s rare for us to get a chance to sit down at work, and we’re not really supposed to — that’s why there are no chairs back here — but I decide Heath can just deal.
I dig my notebook out and open it up to a fresh page. I’ve been pecking away at this whenever I have time, making notes for the story, but it’s been slow going. Especially since Bennett and Sam and I started spending so much time together.
I sigh. Just thinking about them makes me feel swoony. When I’d first met them, I thought they were arrogant and entitled. And I guess they are, a little. But where Bennett had seemed so stodgy and stern, Sam so cavalier and carefree, I was starting to see other sides of them now. Bennett had a fun playful side, and Sam could be stern and commanding too.
Boy, could he. I flush just thinking of our last night at Orchid. Never in my life had I imagined experiencing something like that.
Because as much as I had come to care for them both individually, the three of us together are truly something special. The fact that they would open themselves up to me in that way, that somehow our relationship had enabled them to push beyond their own comfort zones …
That touched me more than anything. It made me feel honored, and proud. That even though I was just a silly girl who worked at a diner, I could bring something valuable to them.
I chew on the end of my pen as my gaze drifts to the window. I let out another sigh.
All of that is why it’s so hard to write this stupid article. I don’t know how I can write about Sam and Bennett. Even if I make them anonymous, it still feels like a betrayal.
No — it is a betrayal, I correct myself. They don’t know the truth about why I was at Orchid that night, and that means our entire relationship is built on a lie. All that fragile trust that we’ve worked so hard to build could be shattered in an instant.
I have no idea what to do. I should withdraw from the article, and I’ve considered it. To be honest, the one reason I haven’t is because it’s always been my dream to be a journalist. And this story really is my big chance. I keep telling myself there’s a way to write the article that doesn’t betray the trust Sam and Bennett have put in me. I haven’t figured out what that way is yet, but I’ve convinced myself I’ll be able to find it.
I scribble down some notes in my pad — details I don’t want to forget, about what Orchid looks like, how the business seems to run, the type of people I’ve observed on the nights we’ve visited. Of course, that only makes me think of Sky — another person I’d be betraying if and when this article comes out.
Not just Sky — Ava too, and Sadie the bartender, and all the women who work there. All the men whose business keeps the place running, who keep Sky and Ava and Sadie employed.
I’d be hurting all of them. The exposure would hurt them, leave them vulnerable to all kinds of creeps and harassers and protestors. Plus, they risk the city coming in and taking away their license. If they even have a license? I’m pretty sure what they’re doing isn’t exactly legal —
God, what if Ava got arrested or something? Could I forgive myself if that happened?
I shake my head, pushing the thought away. I barely know Ava. I don’t owe her any loyalty.
Bennett and Sam, on the other hand …
I let out a long sigh. If anyone here deserves my loyalty, it’s them. My lie eats away at me, making my gut clench. I feel nauseous at the
idea of betraying them.
I chew on the end of my pen. Maybe I should get out of this — just call Brian at Full Boom and tell him I have to back out. I won’t tell him the real reason, just that I can’t do it anymore. I could try telling him there’s no story here — just a few people living their lives — but somehow I doubt he’d buy it.
From in the pocket of my apron, my phone buzzes. I’m not really supposed to have my phone on me while I’m on shift, but lately I’m always anxious to get any messages from Bennett or Sam, so I’ve been keeping it stashed in my pocket and checking it on the sly.
This time, it’s not Bennett or Sam though.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. Caroline. Speak of the devil.
I let the call go to voicemail and shove the phone back into my apron. I’ll deal with her later. I’ll deal with this whole thing later.
I head back into the employee room and shove my notebook into my purse. When I come back out, there’s a bus pulling up into the parking lot. There’s Chinese lettering on the side of it. Tourists.
Usually I hate when these big buses full of tourists show up, but today I welcome the distraction. They start streaming into the restaurant, and I grab my order pad and put on my brightest smile.
“Welcome to Earl’s,” I say. “Can I interest you in a table in the back section?”
Two hours later, my feet are ready to fall off, but my shift is finally over and I didn’t have to deal with any more down time to overthink my situation.
As soon as the clock strikes five, I’m in the bathroom, changing out of my uniform.
Sam had offered to come pick me up at the diner so that I didn’t have to waste time going home, so I’d brought clothes with me to change into. Of course, I’d not accounted for the fact that changing at work meant having to parade around in my slinky dress in front of Heath-the-creep. Oh well — he’ll just have to deal. And if he gets too creepy about it, I’m sure Sam will only be too happy to kick his ass. I snicker to myself at the thought.