Tiny Dancer(Divine Creek Ranch 13)(39)

His suspicion was confirmed when he opened the shower door and found Camilla backed up against the far wall of the shower, with Quinten blazing a trail with his lips and tongue down her torso, probably headed to her sweet little pussy for a snack. Quinten groaned hungrily as he lapped at her, clutching the perfectly rounded globes of her ass cheeks.

He stood there staring as she tilted her head back, eyes closed, licking her lips then moaning as her cheeks flushed with pleasure when Quinten found her clit. A shudder went through her, and she opened her eyelids a bit as Ben stepped in and closed the door, shutting out the draft. Her sensual smile seduced him to come near. She held a hand out to him, parting her lips for a kiss as he gave in to her siren call.

Ben figured that as soon as they were capable of speech, he’d talk to her…gently. Her gaze searched Ben’s as she smiled at him and whispered, “Good morning,” before joining her lips to his. So much for worrying that in the light of day she might have second thoughts about a ménage with them. The fact that she was willing was in her touch.

Gratitude seized him, and he laid his lips on hers, brushing gently, pressing little kisses to the corners and her chin, before kissing a trail over both her cheekbones. “Are you mad at me?”

“Shut up and kiss me some more, you big…” He licked at her lower lip and stroked her tongue, interrupting her soft words with a deep, soul-stroking kiss. She mewed softly as her eyelids closed over her stormy-green eyes.

Her hands slid down his chest, making a path straight to his aching cock. “Big…what, baby?”

She sighed in pleasure as she tugged at his lower lip with her teeth. “Big bully. Pushy…overbearing…pit bull.”

His cock jerked as she circled his girth with her hand and stroked from root to tip. Warning tingles shot down his spine and gathered in his testicles as she repeated the maneuver over and over again.

Barely able to concentrate, he whispered, “I guess that means you’re not gonna bow down to me or call me Master, huh?”

Quinten’s shoulders started shaking, and wheezing laughter came from his throat as he continued licking her pussy.

She latched on to Ben’s lower lip with her sharp teeth and bit down enough to get his attention then released his lip with a sucking pop that made it snap back against his teeth with a comical flapping noise.

“Sure, honey, right after you kiss my ass and call me your queen.”

A chuckle welled up inside Ben as she smiled at him and stroked his cock then licked his nipple. “So much for claiming us a sweet little submissive, Quinten. We have a little wildcat instead.”

Quinten made a suggestive sound as he flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue, and she gasped and squirmed against his hold. “Mmm. More fun to tame, I think.”

“Or torment,” Ben agreed as he leaned down and latched on to one of her delectable pink nipples. “Is she wet?”

“Drenched. Ready for a good morning fuck, I think.”

Camilla exhaled in a rush as Quinten slid a couple of digits between her lips to finger-fuck her as he sucked at her clit. Her eyes slid shut, and she trembled as she gripped Quinten’s shoulders with both hands and moved against his mouth. Ben steadied her at the waist as he continued sucking on her nipples, feeling the tremors that raced through her a moment before her back arched and she cried out loudly, coming undone for them. Her panting cries echoed in the shower enclosure as Quinten kept her orgasm rolling for several seconds. The flush in her cheeks spread down the smooth column of her throat to her chest, an undeniable marker of her pleasure.

Ben spread kisses over the hot satin of her cleavage and murmured, “Beautiful.”

She held on to both of them and whispered, “Fuck me, please. Fuck me.”

“Any preference which one of us?” Quinten asked as he rose, glancing at Ben before looking into her eyes.

“I prefer both of you. I need you both.”

Ben stroked her shoulder. “You’re not ready for us both to fuck you at the same time. Not yet. But you can have both our cocks, if you’re not too sore from last night.”

“It’s been a while since I had sex, and I’m tender, but right now I burn for both of you. Please. Right now. Just take me.”

Quinten was responsible for her lightened mood, so Ben nodded to him as he stepped onto the bath mat and reached in the medicine cabinet for condoms. She wanted it right then, and they’d give her whatever she wanted. He tossed a condom to Quinten and took Camilla from him, pulling her back against his chest, stroking her breasts as Quinten rolled the condom into place. Ben whispered, “I’ve got you,” and brushed his lips beneath her ear. He lifted her left thigh and growled happily when she got with the game, latched on to him, and lifted her right thigh into his other hand so that he served as a sling to hold her for Quinten.