Tiny Dancer(Divine Creek Ranch 13)(35)

“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.

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.