Love Under Two Benedicts(39)

Steven knelt before her. “Easy.” He lifted one foot at a time, pulling her skirt free, tossing it aside.

His hot breath brushed her sopping pussy when he leaned forward to pull her thong panties off her.

“You smell so delicious,” he whispered. “Your own particular nectar is the most arousing thing I’ve ever inhaled.”

His words completely stole her strength. She whimpered. As if that was all he’d been waiting for, Matthew scooped her up and laid her on the bed.

“Open for us, baby. Let us look at you. Let us love you.” The deep, sexy timber of Steven’s voice rumbled in her belly, and Kelsey was helpless to resist him. She didn’t want to resist. She just wanted to give and take and bask in the attention these men lavished on her and the sensations they created in her.

She spread her legs wide and watched them devour her with their eyes as they peeled out of their clothes. Steven’s chest was broader, more ripped than Matthew’s, likely the result of never-ending ranch work. Matthew’s muscles appeared more subtle, but she knew from the ease with which he could pick her up that he was as strong as his brother.

Both of their cocks were big, bold, and beautiful.

They came down onto the bed, one on each side of her. Together the men began to touch and kiss, to cup and caress and squeeze, and Kelsey felt a moan of pure delight flutter out from deep in her soul.

“Have you ever seen anything more beautiful than our woman when she’s aroused?” Matthew asked.

“Never,” Steven said. “Passion looks good on you, Kelsey.” He bent down and sucked her right nipple into his mouth. His draw, steady and deep, tugged at her belly and fluttered her pussy.

“That feels so good.” When they moved her arms above her head, she relaxed and let them arrange her as they would. Open, vulnerable, she knew with absolute certainty she was safe with them. They could do anything they wanted to her.

I belong to them.

She held the thought close, not willing to put it into words. Then her mind shut down as her body hummed with growing heat.

Matthew nipped her left nipple, then smoothed his tongue over it. Hands caressed her flesh on both sides of her body, working down. They spread her legs wider, then lifted them until they draped male hips. The brush of fingers against the inside of her thighs had her juices flowing even more freely, and the air coming through the open balcony doors kissed her wet folds, adding another dimension to her arousal. She shivered, and her nipples beaded even tighter.

They stroked so close to her clit, but not close enough. Her body chased the touch it craved, her hips lifting from the bed. Soft male chuckles laid down another layer of passion, and Kelsey reveled in the heat, the soaring of her arousal, and the pounding of her heart.

Needing to give as well as take, she brought her arms down so that she could curl her fingers around turgid male cocks. The hot silk over steel responded to her grip, to the squeeze and glide as she moved her hands up and down, caressing them.

The men continued to pet and stroke as if all that existed in the world for them was to touch her and pleasure her. They kept avoiding the tiny bud of her clit, and a groan of frustration emerged from her unbidden.

“Horny, darling?” Steven leaned down to nibble her ear and lick her neck. She turned her head to him, opened her mouth, and sought him.

This kiss was raw, fevered lust. Kelsey sucked his tongue into her mouth, stroking it with her tongue in the same way she would his cock, knowing he’d understand her actions and it would drive him wild.

Steven leaned closer and plunged two fingers inside her.

“Yes!” The climax bowed her off the bed, the thrilling ride taking over her body, flinging her up, up, to impossible heights. Electricity shimmered and crackled through her, the sensations so powerful she could barely catch her breath as they consumed her completely.

She came down, and they held her, caressed her. She closed her eyes, and they seemed to want to give her a moment because their touch, more subtle, turned soothing. They moved on either side of her, and then the sound of paper tearing and the roll of latex told her of their intent.

Matthew knelt on the bed, slipped his arms under her, and lifted her. He handed her to Steven who arranged her so that she sprawled atop him. She felt the incredible heat of his sheathed cock against the still quivering, wet folds of her cunt.

“Take me inside you, baby,” Steven whispered.

She lifted slightly, then slid, the girth of him spreading her wide, the length of him sliding all the way until it nudged the tiny opening of her cervix. “Oh, God.” That nudge of pain acted like a trigger, reawakening her arousal.

“Yeah, ride me, Kelsey.”