Love Under Two Benedicts(14)

As soon as his penis stretched above the water, she bent over in one smooth move and took him into her mouth.

“Jesus!” Matthew hissed in air between his teeth. He surged his hips, giving her more of his cock. His unexpected motion nearly knocked her off the bench and down into the tub.

The next moment, Steven’s strong hands bracketed her hips, lifting her, easing her back. Matthew rose from the water at the same time, and in a matter of seconds, control of the situation had deftly been taken out of her hands as Steven set her on his lap.

“Yeah.” Matthew combed his fingers through her hair, his hand cupping the back of her head. He began to thrust his hips, a light motion that Kelsey tried to control. She soon found she couldn’t.

Steven eased her off his lap. Matthew inched back, leaving Kelsey standing, bent over at the waist. Matthew’s left hand joined his right, and she felt captured by him, his hand guiding her head while he moved his cock in and out of her mouth.

Steven used one hand to caress the folds of her pussy even as she felt him reach out with the other. She’d felt him harden beneath her and knew he wanted her again.

She heard the tear, the glide. He brushed his latex-covered penis over the tiny opening to her anus. Kelsey felt everything inside her turn hot. Her body clenched, as if grabbing the sudden flare of arousal and holding it close. A groan escaped her throat completely without her permission.

“Oh, baby, you liked that.” Steven’s voice sounded strained. “Don’t worry, we’ll prepare you properly, but right now…”

He said nothing more, just impaled her cunt with his cock.

Oh, God. Kelsey loved the taste of Matthew’s cock, the feel of it sliding in and out of her mouth. She loved the feel of Steven’s cock buried deep in her pussy. They fucked her in tandem, their movements smooth, rhythmic. Kelsey played her tongue along Matthew’s cock, one hand sliding down to cup his balls while her mouth gave him tiny little sucks. At the same time, she squeezed her inner muscles, caressing the cock that took her from behind, squeezing him so that he groaned and gripped her hips even harder.

“Drink me,” Matthew said as his cock got hotter and harder.

She felt that first twitch and nearly hummed in pleasure because drinking him was precisely what she wanted to do.

Then Steven bent over her and found her clit with two fingers. He found it, captured it, and pinched it at the same moment Matthew began to come in her mouth.

Kelsey swallowed and came in a flood of fast, slithery spasms, the waves of orgasm feeling like tiny electric shocks cascading all through her body. The power of this climax rocked her, stealing her energy, her thoughts, until she became a creature of feeling, of nerve endings and stimulation and consummation. She swallowed and swallowed, every part of her wanting nothing more than to give and take and feel.

“Easy, sweetheart.”

She didn’t know who said that. Steven held her as he eased back so he sat once more on the submerged bench. Matthew bent over in front of her, his hands on his knees as he struggled for breath. Then he stepped forward, cupped her face in the same way his brother had earlier, and kissed her.

His lips felt warm and wet, even though the kiss itself seemed reverent.

“We’re going to dry you off and tuck you in between us. You’ll sleep here, with us, tonight,” Matthew said.

A part of Kelsey’s mind thought that maybe it would be better if they just had sex and went their separate ways when they were finished. Spending the night together implied an intimacy beyond the physical. Unfortunately, she couldn’t get that part of her to speak up.

With ridiculous ease, the men bathed her, dried her, and carried her to the bed. The last thought she had before sleep claimed her was that she floated on a heavenly cloud, tucked in between two devils.



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Kelsey pulled herself out of the trance-like state she’d slipped into and brought her attention back to the task at hand. It was time for her to stop these mental meanderings and act like the responsible adult business owner she knew herself to be, rather than indulging in silly daydreams like some lackadaisical employee.

Her gaze tracked across the room to Tracy, whose attention appeared totally fixed on her morning routine of preparing the pasta salad du jour.

See? That’s what you need to do too. You don’t see Tracy gazing off into la-la land.

Kelsey focused on the ingredients on the counter and the pot waiting to receive them and pushed everything else out of her mind.

Today was Friday, and Friday’s soup du jour was chicken vegetable. She’d tried offering a New England style clam chowder shortly after she’d opened, but the townsfolk’s tastes didn’t run overmuch to sea food. So she’d settled on less exotic fare and now could pretty much count on selling out of her soup, even in the hottest part of the summer.