“Open your eyes.”
She obeyed Ben’s gentle command and smiled up at them, crouched over her. Ben was between her thighs, the glint of lust and triumph in his eyes as he continued stroking her opening with one hand while grasping his tremendous cock with the other. Desire crested again inside her as she noticed Ben had already donned a condom and Quinten had one in his hand prepared to open. She was glad because she wanted both of them. Quinten’s cock was swelled to enormous proportions, and she licked her lips as her mouth watered.
Ben huskily drawled, “You ready to have both our cocks inside you, sugar? You’ve got us both so hot and hard, ready to feel your sweet cunt clamping down on us, nothing else will do. I hope you’re ready.”
Camilla chuckled softly and wrapped her legs around Ben as he kneeled close enough to rub the head of his cock against her slick lips. He was very thick and would stretch her until it stung perfectly. She flexed her hips, rubbing against him in an effort to take him inside her.
“I want you both to fuck me. Fill me with your big cocks and give it to me good. Make me scream.”
Ben smirked. “Lucky for us we have fifteen acres and no neighbors to hear you when you come for us.”
She bit her lip and rose up on her elbow so she could watch him. With her other hand, she stroked her cunt from her clit to her opening before spreading her lips. Ben’s gaze was intense as he brushed the blunt head of his cock between her lips, the heat of his flesh searing hers. Her cunt reacted by clenching and she watched, awed, as Ben thrust deep in one tingling hot stroke, so much of his massive flesh disappearing inside her, stretching her unrelentingly. A moan escaped her as she watched him pull all the way out, coated in her cream, and push in again a little farther. Her pussy burned as she stretched to take his girth, until she finally lay back and drew him over her, hungry for every inch he could give her.
Ben growled, his tanned face noticeably flushed as he pulled back and flexed his hips again, pushing more of himself inside her. “Take it, sugar. Take my cock.”
She tilted her hips down and up, glorying in the feel of his hard flesh plundering hers, sliding over nerve endings that were on fire for him. “You’re so big. I love it.”
The devilish grin on Ben’s face made her giggle, and he said, “Imagine both our cocks in you at the same time, sugar. Fucking you and filling you with our cum. You think it tingles now. Just wait. Quinten is every bit as big as me and he’s looking impatient.”
She turned and looked. Sure enough, Quinten kneeled beside them, stroking his cock as he watched where the two of them were joined.
“Come closer, Quinten.” Camilla licked her lips. “I want a taste.”
Quinten looked at her as though he’d just won the lottery and brought his cock to bobbing within inches of her lips. She slurped at the droplets of pre-cum on the broad head, drawing a harsh groan from him as she sucked him in. He cradled her head as she took him to the back of her throat before drawing on him until he nearly popped from her mouth. She held his cock at the base and teased him, mixing up short strokes with long, hard sucks until Quinten crouched so low over her that his dark-blond curls tickled her shoulder.
“Stop, baby. You do that so good, but I want your pussy. I want to come inside you.”
She released him with a resounding pop and lay back in his strong arms as he moved behind her. Quinten held her against his chest, stroking her breasts and her abdomen. Ben fucked her until she could tell he was close to coming as his cock became even harder and more rigid inside her.
Ben pulled out suddenly and lifted her hips off the carpet and thrust back into her from a slightly different angle, and she keened as she arched her back. Each stroke hit her G-spot, and he murmured triumphantly as she met his thrusts in counterpoint with Quinten’s arms wrapped around her, holding her steady.
“Yes, Ben! Yes! Here it comes!”
“Let go, sugar. Let it all go!” His grip on her thighs tightened and he lifted her to him as he plunged inside her. Each stroke strummed her G-spot as she came and came until she lost track of time, finally screaming in ecstasy as he roared in completion and stilled to a fine tremble, his hold on her thighs gentling to a light stroke as he released them. He bowed low over her, joining his lips to hers in a breathless kiss. When he raised his head to look in her eyes, the sexy, satisfied smile on his face made her heart want to burst with love for him. To know she was responsible for putting it there made all the issues they’d been dealing with lately worth it.
Ben chuckled when he looked past her at Quinten and said, “Quinten looks ready to sprout horns. You ready for more? I think he’s ready to pounce on you.”
Camilla giggled as her nice warm, sturdy support suddenly disappeared from behind her. Quinten drew around on the other side, a devilish grin on his face as he rolled the condom over his rather formidable erection.
“Ready for another round, baby?” He stroked her abdomen as Ben gently withdrew and rose to dispose of the condom.
Camilla nodded and lifted her tush from the rug as he took position between her thighs and reached toward her cunt. “You sure, baby? I’m horny as hell, but I don’t want you to be sore.”
She hissed softly as he stroked her clit, still sensitive from the previous orgasms. His touch made her breathless and she wanted more. He murmured, “You’re beautiful here too. And so soft and silky.”
She licked her lips to entice him. “I want to feel that you’ve both been inside me tomorrow, with every single step I take. Fuck me, Quinten.”
With more caution than she would’ve expected from this fun-loving man, Quinten nudged her pussy with his cock and circled slowly, pumping a little bit inside her at a time, making her burn for more of him, yearn for him to thrust and stretch her until she tingled with need. His gaze traveled all over her body, and a soft, appreciative growl escaped him as he rocked against her and watched his cock slide between her pussy lips.
“Fuck, that’s beautiful.” He cast his blue gaze up to hers for a moment. “I don’t deserve you.” He looked down again and closed his eyes and tilted back his head as he continued the slow, sensual rocking of his pelvis. He stroked her clit with his thumb as he fucked her with deliberate strokes that left her breathless, stretching her even more as she finally took his cock to the root. “Yes, baby. You feel so good. So tight.”
He clenched his jaw and opened his eyes and watched where they were joined as he picked up the pace. Rivulets of tension drew up inside her as she watched him, loving the way he enjoyed fucking her and the way his eyes glazed over with pleasure.
She wanted this with him every day. Never wanted to argue or fuss with him ever again. Just wanted to feel his warm hands all over her, his cock inside her, and to see the way he looked at her. He gazed at her as though she were the beginning and the end for him. He looked at her with love, and she felt his tenderness in his touch as he feathered a caress over her abdomen.
Ben returned and stood over them, watching as Quinten made love to her, and the fact that he watched them ratcheted her arousal to astronomical proportions. She tugged at Quinten’s cock with her pussy muscles on every back stroke and moaned in approval when he lifted her ankles to his biceps, keeping her legs parted so Ben could see. He wrapped his forearms around her thighs and fucked her until the orgasm splintered into hot shards of pleasure that arced through her with inferno-like intensity.
“Isn’t she perfect? Her slick little pussy is like heaven.” Ben’s husky tone drew her eyes to him, and she could see that his cock had begun to swell as he watched them.
“Fuck, yes.”
She licked her lips and beckoned to Ben. Surprise flickered in his eyes, but he kneeled beside her. Quinten slowed his movements slightly as he watched Camilla open wide for Ben’s cock and give it the same loving treatment she’d given his earlier.
“Hot little mouth,” Ben whispered approvingly as he held his cock for her. She sucked him until he was hard once again and released him with a pop.
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br /> Moving with Quinten as he stroked her clit and fucked her a little faster, she looked at Ben and asked, “Show me how you like to be touched, Ben. Can I have a little more of your cum?” Ben kept his eyes on her as he stimulated his cock using the saliva she’d wetted it with. He held it firmly, and she watched as he stroked to the base and rubbed his balls with the other hand as he slid his fist upward. “Oh, baby, I learn something new every day.” What she was seeing was nothing she didn’t already know about, but she loved watching him arouse himself for her. He must’ve liked it too because droplets of pre-cum seeped from his slit, and he groaned deeply.
She closed her eyes, reveling in the sounds of their combined breathing, the musky scent of cum, sex, and sweat that filled the air and the way Quinten shared her so easily as he sped his thrusts, nearing release.
He reached down and strummed her clit between two fingers and then rose higher on his knees, lifting her with him because his arms were still around her thighs. The position bombarded her G-spot with each strong thrust until the tension within her exploded and spiraled out of control, drawing a howl from her as her cunt clenched his rock-hard cock in ecstatic spasms.
“Oh fuck yes, baby!” Quinten roared as he lost all control and pumped with animalistic intensity before stilling as his cock pulsed deep within her.
Hot streams of cum hit her abdomen and breasts as Ben growled a moment later in satiation. She opened her eyes to find them breathless, both crouched over her as they dragged in ragged breaths. Ben was the first to lift his head and groan as he caressed the translucent cream that coated her abdomen. Her cunt rippled with pleasure as Quinten turned his head and lifted her ankle higher so he could kiss her instep and her arch.
He whispered, “Thank you, baby.” When he looked down at her, the love in his blue eyes melted her heart.
Ben caressed her rib with his knuckles and rose on shaky legs and left the room for a moment. He returned a moment later with a warm, wet washcloth. “Sorry, sugar.”
She tilted her head and put her hand over his as he cleaned his cum off of her breast and then wiped her abdomen. “Why are you sorry?”
“That seemed disrespectful…to come on you like that.”
“Did you have a disrespectful attitude when you did it?”
Ben frowned. “No. Not at all.”
Camilla shook her head. “Then it wasn’t disrespectful. I asked you to stroke yourself. I knew what would happen and I thought it was hot. All consenting adults here.” She motioned between them, and both men nodded.
Quinten pulled from her and carefully lowered her legs into a comfortable position before he got up to dispose of his condom. He returned with a glass of water from the kitchen and helped her to sit up so she could drink some of it.
“Camilla?” Quinten murmured, an uncomfortable look on his face.
“What’s the matter?”
Quinten made eye contact and rested his hands on his knees and let out a slow breath. “I removed the condom and…”
“And?”
“It had a tear in it. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I’m on birth control shots.” She knew Quinten’s social life revolved around the club, and he hadn’t dated anyone that she was aware of since she’d known him.
A flash of lightning lit the sky outside the picture window, and a second later a shattering boom shook the house and the very air they breathed, startling a scream out of Camilla. A moment later, the lights went out. Ben squatted behind her in the pitch-black, and Quinten closed in on her front, both their hands trailing over her with tenderness, leaving warm trails in their wakes.
Ben murmured, “I’m sorry, Camilla. We should’ve asked you if you were on birth control beforehand.”
Camilla breathed a chuckle out. “We were in a hurry. I’m sure it’s okay.”
“Why don’t we head to bed?”
As if on cue, Camilla yawned. “I’d forgotten all about the storm outside.”
Quinten’s easy chuckle warmed her heart as he slid two fingers over her nipple and then gently tugged on it as he slid them back again. “We were distracting you well, then.”
“I’ll say. I hope my car doesn’t float away.”
“Don’t worry, it’s on high ground. It may be stuck in the soft ground, but if a flash flood washes your car away where it is, then the whole of Divine is underwater. I wouldn’t worry about that.”
They clasped their fingers with hers and as a unit drew her to the master bedroom and the gigantic bed.
“Who sleeps in here?” she asked, getting a brief glimpse of it as lightning flashed again.
Quinten murmured, “The three of us.”
She hesitated, and Ben must’ve sensed it because he clarified, “This is our bed, for the three of us, if you want to share it. We had it made.”
She frowned in the dark as they pulled the covers back and helped her in. “You went to all this expense not knowing for sure if I’d be with you or not?”
Quinten said, “We’ve wanted you a long time, which included sleeping with you, not just making love to you. We wanted you to be comfortable.”
“No one else has slept in this bed with you?”
Ben’s gentle hand caressing the side of her face warmed her as much as his words. “Sugar, no one else has slept in this bed, not even us. It’s brand new. We wanted to share this bed with you, if you’re willing, that is. You’re the only woman we’ve ever brought to this house or this bedroom. We became roommates with the hope that you’d want to be with us, too.”
The mattress cushioned her knees as he helped her into the center of the bed, and she lay down on her right side. They’d made up the bed with three fluffy pillows and she rested her head on the one in the middle. A yawn overtook her as Ben pulled her back against his chest.
Quinten cuddled in close and kissed her lips then all over her breasts, his touch affectionate and loving, before he finally settled facing her. Lightning lit the night outside the French doors and the windows as he stroked her cheek, and she got a heart-stopping glimpse of the vulnerability in his eyes that matched his touch.
He whispered, “I love you, baby. You’re the one I want.”
“I love you too.”
Their answer was twin deep breaths that were released with what sounded like relief, and they both cuddled her closer. She envied them their relief at her declaration. She said the words, but a kernel of doubt and disturbing emotion had taken root inside her. Sometimes love wasn’t enough.
Discomfort tangled inside her as she recalled the way Ben had pushed her buttons earlier. Only one other person had ever reached her heart so quickly. Although she’d never loved Joseph Hazelle the way she loved Ben, he’d been able to draw her emotions and her heart to the surface with a look or a quietly voiced question or command. And he was a full-time, hard-core Dominant. She’d given over to him on numerous occasions and had known her heart was safe with him. He knew what he was doing.
Ben didn’t have the experience Joseph had, but he’d pulled the same response from her with seemingly little effort. It was uncomfortable having her secrets bared to him. He was more emotional and pushy as hell at times, and he knew enough about her now that he could hurt her deeply and not even realize it. She didn’t like it that he might lord over her the fact that he knew basically what made her tick. If this magical thing between the three of them went south like all her other relationships had, she’d be in a world of hurt because it was too late to stop herself from falling in love. She was already there.
Sleep evaded her while she shored up her emotional walls as best as she could. Men left. That was her reality, no matter how much she wanted to change it. It happened no matter how good she was, or how perfect she was. Men left, even when they didn’t mean to.
Chapter Eight
Quinten stroked Camilla’s hair lightly, needing to touch her but not wanting to wake her. It’d taken her a long time to settle, and he hoped she wasn’t more upset about the broken condom
than she’d showed. She seemed certain that being on the birth control shot was enough, and he hoped it was. He didn’t want her put in the position of losing any more choices.
His heart had broken for her when she’d talked about being left on her own to mourn her mother. He wanted to do serious damage to a man so self-obsessed that he’d intentionally abandon a vulnerable young girl. He thought of what he had been like at sixteen. She’d pulled her life together and made something of herself, which filled him with even more admiration for her.
If he’d wondered somewhere in the deepest recesses of his mind if sharing with Ben would work, his fears were being laid to rest. He didn’t for a minute believe that there wouldn’t be any more clashes. He knew there would be. He’d seen the way her brow had creased as Ben had pushed her to say words that Quinten knew cut her to the bone.
He left me.
They were fools if they were to believe that one evening’s declaration was going to get her past that hurdle. His heart ached at the thought of her standing in her apartment, all alone, at age sixteen.
He could recall all the times his father, who was lovingly dominant, had gone to the mats, figuratively speaking, with Ben’s high-spirited mother, and how those confrontations had always ended with love. They’d never hidden the fact that they didn’t always see eye to eye. He’d looked for a love like that for a long time and had to stifle a chuckle as he realized he was staring it in the face. Now he just had to do whatever he could to hold on to it.
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The power returned sometime during the night, and Quinten was awakened by the light shining from the master bathroom, which they must’ve forgotten to switch off before getting in bed. As he’d drifted off to sleep, thoughts of Camilla and her struggles in life bounced around in his head, so it was no surprise that he’d dreamed not only of her but also the issues that crowded his mind from his own past. Wide awake, he looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table and figured that six thirty was about as late as he was sleeping that morning. Maybe he’d talk Camilla into a nap later in the day.
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