“My inner brat was just venting a little.”
He parted the edges of her blanket and pulled her hair off her shoulder to kiss a path up her throat. “Can’t sleep?”
“A bad dream woke me up. Then my brain kicked into gear. I couldn’t go back to sleep.”
“Are you worried about something?” His husky voice awakened her senses, renewing the need she’d felt the evening before. Her breath came out in a stutter as he delved further inside her blanket and stroked her belly, igniting desire inside her.
Realizing he’d asked her a question, she replied, “It’s all worrisome. Starting this business, wondering about whoever that was in the club with me last night, and…”
“And what, baby?”
“I love being here with you like this, and being a part of your lives. Do you ever worry that if we’re also working with each other that it might get…old…between us?”
“Are you worried we won’t get along after a while?”
She gave that some serious thought and then shook her head. “We’ve done well for the last few years, but we weren’t involved during that time. I don’t want the relationship to grow stale.”
His cock was hard, pressed against the crack of her ass, and she couldn’t believe she was having this conversation when her body was clamoring for what it really wanted. His cock, deep inside her cunt.
“We’ll talk to Ben about it and see what he says. I know what you really need right now.” His suggestive tone made her giggle. Quinten always thought she needed sex.
“You do?”
He shifted her around on the double chaise, laying her out on her throw and pulling the blanket over them as he crawled over her thighs, placing kisses randomly, igniting sparks in her belly as he traveled up to the spot that ached for him between her thighs.
“Mmm-hmm,” he murmured as he pulled her hips to him and buried his face in her wet cunt. His mouth was very busy, but his lips curled when he smiled at her.
She sagged against the chaise as waves of pleasure soared over her. Quinten moved fast, eating voraciously at her flesh until the release sprang up within her, taking her almost by surprise.
With a victorious growl, Quinten climbed over her until the thick head of his cock was nestled between her pussy lips. He kissed her and said, “For a little while, I want you to put all the worry aside. Can’t fix a thing at the moment, anyway. Just relax and feel.”
He slid his cock inside her with one firm stroke. She moaned loudly as her pussy adjusted to his thick invasion. Her clit was trapped against his pubic bone, and every movement stoked her arousal higher.
Tremors started deep inside her while she still recovered from the last orgasm. She buried her face against his shoulder, letting him control the moment. Wrapped around him tight, she panted as the flickering spasms of her orgasm gathered strength. Her muscles went rigid, holding on to him and squeezing his cock harder with each stroke until they were both groaning as they raced each other to climax.
Her juices soaked them both as she moved in counterpoint with him, holding on around his neck so tightly that she was afraid she might choke him. The conflagration slammed into her, and her back bowed with the power of it. She heard the noise when her head hit the arm of the chaise, but she didn’t feel a thing as she rode each wave, not fearing that he would hurt her or leave her hanging.
His grip on her intensified as he neared completion. “That’s it, baby.” He gasped harshly and stilled as he flattened her against the cushion, his cock pulsing deep inside her. “Fuck!”
When he was able to move, he pressed hot kisses and little love bites along her throat and her shoulder. She giggled as his lips found hers in a playful kiss.
He studied her for a few moments, his warm gaze reaching her soul with the tenderness she saw there. “I love you. Are you okay? I think you hit your head.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’ve seemed out of sorts the last week or so.”
“I think it’s just the combination of excitement and tension with the club, the move in here, and the stuff with my house and car. I’ll be fine.”
“We haven’t talked about it again since that first night, but you’re sure everything’s okay with that condom breaking?”
That reminded her that she’d intended to call Emma Guthrie, her doctor and friend, to see about getting an appointment with her and had completely forgotten about it.
“I’ll make an appointment with Emma. Maybe she can give me a B12 shot or recommend a vitamin.”
“We need to feed you more veggies.”
Camilla scrunched up her face, which made him chuckle, but she said, “You’re probably right about that. Regarding your question, yes, I’m sure everything’s fine. I’ve never experienced a condom breaking like that but know that it does happen occasionally.” Prior to knowing Ben and Quinten, the thought of an accidental pregnancy would’ve scared her shitless. She kept to herself that she thought either of her men would make beautiful babies.
So not the time to be thinking thoughts like that.
He slid his cock from her and stroked her pussy which still tingled with release. “Are you getting cold? Feel like going back to bed?”
“I’m just getting warmed up.” The French doors opened and Ben came out. Camilla giggled as she crowed, “You’re nekkid!”
“And lonely, damn it.” Ben’s gravelly voice was a pleasant rasp over the night sounds surrounding them. “I’ve been listening to the two of you for the last few minutes, and I’m hoping you got enough sleep, Camilla, because I think it’s time we gave you what you asked for earlier tonight.”
She’d asked them for her first threesome.
Ben stood there, so manly and proud, nude, stroking the tremendously hard organ jutting from his groin, and Camilla hungrily licked her lips as she stared at it. Arousal returned, hot and insistent, swelling her pussy lips until she had to rub her thighs together. His presence exuded raw sexuality, but it was tempered by the tenderness she saw in his eyes.
“Yes, I got plenty of rest. I want you, too—both of you. Right now.”
“Right here?” Ben asked as he drew near and her mouth watered as he continued stroking. She realized that he’d lubricated his big cock because it glistened in the moonlight. “Will you give me your sweet little ass out here where anyone could walk up on us?”
“Uh-huh.” Her body responded to the suggestion, hot moisture dripping from her slit, even though the idea of anyone showing up at that hour was ludicrous. It still played well in her subconscious.
“Show me your little rosebud, sugar.”
Quinten helped her to kneel on the chaise with her ass in the air for Ben. Her pussy quivered as the gentle breeze blew over her swollen tissues and made them seem even hotter and more aroused.
Ben opened the bottle of lubricant he must’ve carried out with him, premeditating this act which she’d looked forward to for days. He poured a dollop onto his fingers and stroked her flesh, drawing a gasp from her as her ass clenched at the contact.
His eyes glittered with lust as he glanced at Quinten, who stood at her side, and said, “Quinten looks happy about round two coming up. Why don’t you suck him until he’s good and hard for you?”
She turned her head and smiled up at Quinten, who was indeed growing randy for round two. She licked the head of his cock and realized that she not only tasted his essence but her own as well. She felt feminine and powerful to be able to inspire another erection in him so soon after his explosive orgasm. She slurped up one side of his cock and then the other, treating him like a double-decker ice cream cone.
“Yummy cock, honey.”
She licked her lips and sucked him into her mouth, groaning at his salty flavor and musky scent. A wave of need centered in her pussy and increased when she took his cock to the back of her throat.
“Baby, you’re so damned good with that hot little mouth. I can’t wait to slide my cock into your beautiful pussy again. I can never get
enough of you.”
His words and the feeling of Ben’s slick finger sliding into her set off tremors in her pussy and ass. Quinten fisted his hand in her hair but drew her to him gently, encouraging her to take more, which she gladly did. She tugged rhythmically with her mouth, as she backed up to Ben’s fingers, trying to take him deeper. Her heart palpitated with love and the need to feel united with them in this special way.
Ben added a second finger and stroked her hip as he chuckled. “Slow down, eager little thing. You’ll get it soon enough.”
She made a negative sound in her throat and waggled her ass playfully at him, giggling when Quinten gasped at the vibration the sound made on his cock.
She stilled, however, when Ben added the third finger, and her sphincter stretched and burned with his penetration. She groaned as he thrust repeatedly with those three fingers, and hot chills raced up and down her spine, anticipation coiling within her.
Quinten’s cock became even more rigid in her mouth, and he finally stopped her from sucking him.
Ben patted Camilla on the ass then tapped her again on the other cheek. “Mmm. I like the way your sweet little ass feels under my palm.”
“Do you?” she asked eagerly as she looked over her shoulder at him.
“Would you like me to give you a spanking sometime?”
“You owe me one, anyway, remember?” She arched her back, presenting her butt to him, hoping for a few sizzling pops right then.
“Owe you? No. The rules weren’t in place then, so it doesn’t count. But keep yourself safe from now on.” He chuckled evilly. “No…I’m thinking that we’ll keep you guessing. Maybe we’ll tie you up.”
“Will you?” she asked excitedly, her cunt clenching at the prospect. While he continued stretching her back opening, he slid the fingers of his other hand through her slit, and his chest rumbled with a pleased sound.
“You really do like that idea, don’t you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Well, you’ll have to be patient because I’ve waited long enough to have my cock deep in your ass. Get on Quinten and take his cock in your pussy. And no coming until you’re stuffed full of our cocks and I give the word. I want us to all come together.”
His vulgar words inflamed her and spurred her to do his bidding without inhibition as Quinten sat down on the chaise and beckoned her playfully.
Ben added, “And, sugar, if you need me to stop, all you have to do is say the word and it stops. No games.” She knew without a shadow of a doubt that these men would take good care of her, and one word from her would end it if she chose. She wanted very much to please them.
Quinten’s cock felt thick and hot as she straddled him and slid down his length. Just on his own, his girth felt so big inside her. What would it be like with two filling her even more tightly? She trembled as she prepared to find out.
Ben added a little more of the lubricant to her rosette, and then she tilted her head and closed her eyes as she felt the blunt head of his shaft at her rear opening. Quinten wrapped his arms around her back and coaxed her to lie flat on his chest.
“Tilt your hips for Ben, baby. Just like that, yeah.”
Ben hummed in appreciation as he nudged at her tight, quivering hole. “What a beautiful ass.”
Her breath left her in a rush as he thrust more insistently, and she consciously relaxed her legs and her ass for him, allowing him inside her most intimate, forbidden place. Quinten held her close, and she moaned as her opening stretched to allow his entry. She reveled in the naughtiness of the moment.
“Yes, sugar. That’s right. Take my cock. So tight,” he growled. “So hot. I can’t get enough of you, sweet angel.”
The feeling was entirely mutual. The burn crested and then eased as Ben slid deep, taking her completely.
“I love you, Ben,” she whispered. Clutching Quinten’s bicep, she panted and murmured, “And I love you, Quinten. It’s incredible.” Ben leaned over her to kiss her shoulder and thrust gently. All the jangling nerve endings he’d awakened coalesced into a deep, primal need to move. To fuck. To find completion with them. She tilted her hips, and the sensation was all-encompassing. “I’ve gotta move. Can’t hold still.”
“Take what you need, sugar,” Ben said, his voice deep and raspy as he rolled his hips, finding his place in the rhythm of her movements. “I love listening to you come.”
Quinten’s eyelids slid closed, and he tilted his head, a look of male ecstasy on his face as he joined them in that sensual dance of three souls in love, with her at the center of their universe.
The pressure of Quinten’s cock in her pussy, crowded by Ben’s cock in her ass, doubled the pressure against her G-spot. Quinten grinned as though he recognized he’d found her magic button and thrust against the same spot over and over until her orgasm began to roll through her. It didn’t just roll, though. It steamrolled her, gathering into an even greater force, and she cried out as it came in huge, billowing, hot waves of current. It dragged her under until she became a conduit for sensations unlike any she’d ever felt. An ecstasy so deep it touched not just her body but her heart and soul. She wasn’t sure if she made a sound or not because the white noise filled her hearing. She saw stars and thought for a moment she’d faint.
“Now, Quinten.” Ben wrapped his big hands around her shoulders, holding her steady from behind. “Can’t hold out any longer!”
Both men thrust in and out, taking turns, robbing her of coherent thought as a second orgasm detonated on the heels of the previous one and all three of them howled at once. Her men held tight to her as they filled her pussy and her ass with their hot cum.
She was quite content to be smashed underneath Ben, kept warm by his flesh and Quinten’s. She smiled with the knowledge that she was the willing filling in a man sandwich until Quinten groaned faintly in protest.
In a reedy voice, he croaked, “Can’t…breathe.”
Camilla giggled softly as Ben lifted his upper body off of them, then gently withdrew from her tender ass.
“I’ll go start the tub, Quinten. Bring her in when she’s ready.” She watched as Ben walked naked and proud to the French doors and went back in the bedroom.
“The tub? You don’t have to fill the tub now.” She just wanted her bed and figured they probably did, too.
“I don’t want you to be sore later, sugar, and the hot water will help.”
“See, baby?” Quinten said with great self-assurance, his eyes twinkling mischievously in the moonlight.
“See what?”
“It’s all about teamwork.”
She chuckled and then groaned as Quinten lifted her off his cock and helped her to sit up on the chaise. She knew a thing or two about being double-teamed right then, but she also understood the deeper meaning he was getting at.
“The tub will feel good after being out here in the cool air. You’re cold,” Quinten said, gently chafing her upper arm. “Need to warm you up. Take care of you.”
There was a time when the only person to see to her needs was herself. The only person to care for her was herself. She reached out and rubbed his chilled arms too.
Camilla turned to him, nose to nose, and said, “Yes, honey. I do see.”
Chapter Seventeen
Quinten didn’t think he had a poetic, artsy-fartsy, lyrical bone in his body, but watching Camilla sleep made him want to write a sonnet, chisel a sculpture, or sing an aria. He was glad she was asleep so she wouldn’t see the undoubtedly fucking goofy look on his face at the moment. She was so beautiful, curled up with most of the covers bunched between her arms because she’d stolen them during the night. He felt awed that he was there with her and that she called him hers. He even got a little teary as he lifted a glistening, reddish-blonde strand of her hair from her shoulder and stroked it between his fingers and then kissed it. He’d do whatever he had to, to keep her happy and safe.
With a deep sigh she wriggled closer, pulling more of the covers to her before she curled her ha
nds up under her chin. Smiling at his little blanket thief, he leaned toward her and inhaled, careful to not disturb her. He needed to draw her essence into his lungs, to fill his head with her sweet, natural scent. He could’ve laid there all morning just watching her sleep, but he eventually slid from the bed, pushing his pillow against her so she wouldn’t miss his body heat. He was in the kitchen cooking a late breakfast after his shower when he heard the water running in the master bathroom.
“She wakes.”
A few minutes later, he smiled when he heard her stumble into the kitchen. Without turning, he said, “Good morning. Hope you’re horny—I mean hungry.”
He turned to her when he felt her draw near. She glided her hands up and down his bare rib cage, and he groaned when she slid just her fingertips into the front waistband of his cargo shorts. Just like that, his body came alive.
“Both, actually. I cannot believe you let me sleep so late.”
“You needed it, baby. You’ve been working every spare moment the last few weeks. If you keep this pace up we’ll both turn into major mother hens. Being self-employed doesn’t necessarily mean every waking moment is spent on your business. You need rest…and relaxation too.”
“Uh-huh. And I’ll bet you can help me with the relaxation part, can’t you?”
He growled as he turned to her and said, “Food first, beautiful. Then you can have your wicked way with me. How do you feel this morning?”
Her cheeks were rosy as she looked up at him. His heart hammered again as he gazed into her still-sleepy eyes. He felt particularly blessed that he got to see her like this. Fresh from sweet dreams and warm from his bed, dressed in his T-shirt.
“I feel fine.”
“Sore?”
She shrugged, and a satisfied smile bowed her lips. “A little, but nothing I can’t handle. You both are so big.” And just like that, the fresh-faced princess turned into a seductive vixen as her naughty smile curved to one side. She leaned forward and flicked his nipple with the tip of her tongue and giggled when he jumped at the contact, and a shudder rippled through his torso.
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