Love Under Two Benedicts(40)

She did, raising and lowering herself in a rhythm that was at once avid and restrained. She kept her movements slow, enjoying the glide of him within her, the friction against her clit and her G-spot bringing her arousal to new, smoldering heights.

“You feel so good inside me.” She braced her hands on his chest to help her move the way she wanted to move. Bending down, she kissed him, her tongue slow and sensuous, her body eager to mate so completely that the imprint of his flavor would stay with her forever.

“Christ, watching you ride my brother’s cock turns me on.”

Matthew’s voice, strained, came from behind her. He reached around her, lifted her hands from Steven, and placed them on the bed.

“Put your head and chest down on him, baby. Stick that lovely ass of yours high for me.”

Kelsey obeyed and mewed, the knowledge that soon she would have both her lovers inside her at the same time so thrilling she wondered why she didn’t come again just thinking about it.

Steven caressed her hair and then cradled his hand on her head as she rested on his chest. Then Matthew spread the cheeks of her ass. She felt him bend closer and use his tongue to lick her asshole. The darkly intimate action made her mew again.

“I won’t hurt you,” Matthew whispered, perhaps thinking the sound had been one of feminine distress. She’d taken the largest butt plug they had and worn it for several hours at a time. She loved the feel of it in her, the way it seemed to reach right through her body and tickle her clit from inside. No, Kelsey felt no distress at the prospect of finally taking a cock in her ass, just need—raw, aching need.

“Do it. Oh, please, do it!”

“Hold on.” Matthew spread some lube on her, and the chill against her hot flesh became a different kind of erotic thrill. She couldn’t help but dip her hips and press against his fingers, inviting more.

He worked a finger into her, moved it in a circle, testing her. She felt him add a second finger. Moaning because it felt so damn good, she pushed against his fingers at the same time she pressed down harder onto Steven’s cock.

“You’re so hot,” Matthew groaned. Slowly, he slid his fingers out of her. He moved, changing his position slightly, bringing one foot to lay flat on the bed beside her, and leaned forward. She felt him then, the press of something hot and big against her asshole. He leaned forward, nearly tenting her, and she inhaled deeply as the sting of his invasion bit her and she felt the tiny muscle give way. Burning turned to pain, but the pain increased her desire, pulled her higher than she’d ever been.

Matthew’s low growl spoke to her primal woman, the sound evoking hazy images of ancient times, of male dominance and female submission that formed the earliest of human mating rituals.

At that instant, she had no power, no say. Totally at the mercy of the man entering her, the very act of anal penetration demanded she give over completely, trust completely, and take everything.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you are so hot and tight. Just a bit more now.”

Kelsey cried out, not in pain, but in amazement as her arousal notched higher and seemed to hold her just on the threshold of orgasm. Matthew clamped his hands on her hips, holding fast. Steven’s other hand pressed on her back. She felt his cock, still embedded deep in her pussy, give a slow, forceful pulse.

She squeezed him, and he cursed.

Matthew pressed just a bit harder, shifting the angle of his body, and Kelsey felt him slide the rest of the way into her.

She felt the bounce of his sack on her pussy lips and shivered.

“This is the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt,” Steven said. “I’m surrounded by heat, and Kelsey’s cunt just got tighter.”

“Move.” Kelsey didn’t care that she’d been reduced to single syllable utterances. She’d never needed like this. Nothing mattered but that these men move in her, fuck her, make her come.

“Too much, sweetheart? Do you want me out? Just say the word—”

“No. No, don’t…just fuck me. Oh, God, please…I need…” Unable to say more, Kelsey pushed back against Matthew, then down onto Steven.

“Easy, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you. Careful, baby, just let me take it slow…oh, Christ!”

Kelsey’s hips surged to fuck their cocks again, her need for more so overwhelming it took her over completely. She didn’t want careful or slow. She wanted, needed, hot, hard pounding. She wanted, needed, to be plundered.

Both men swore and Kelsey knew she’d pushed them beyond their control. As if they’d been doing it forever, they all three fell into a rhythm, steamy and fast, hard and deep, back and forth and up and down. The thin coating of civilization dissolved under feral, wanton needs, and Kelsey surrendered utterly, giving over that last little bit of herself she hadn’t even realized she’d still clutched close.