Quinten groaned as he paused and looked at them, and Ben leaned against the wall for leverage. “That’s damned hot, baby. Ben holding you open for me like that.”
Camilla ground her ass back against his cock and looked up at Ben and moaned needily as he growled in response. “Keep doing that and I’m gonna explode, sugar. You’re lucky my hands are full or I’d be playing with that sweet little ass of yours.”
Quinten came close and stroked her swollen cunt with the head of his cock, drawing needy mewing sounds from her. “Do you like to have your ass played with, baby?”
Ben saw Camilla’s lips bow into a seductive smile, and she nodded. “I like it, Quinten.”
Ben asked, “Have you ever had anal sex?”
If she hadn’t, they would need to go slow with her, give them time to prepare her beforehand.
She turned her gaze to him and nodded again. “It’s been a while, but yes. And…” Her eyes twinkled with naughty enjoyment.
“You love it, don’t you, sugar. You love the thought of having one of our cocks in your tight little ass.” It was all Ben could do not to put her down and proceed with a ménage, but he instinctively knew that it wasn’t the time. She’d already given them so much. They needed to win her full trust first.
Camilla rested her head against Ben’s shoulder and held on to Quinten’s bicep as he guided his cock to her cunt and thrust. He buried his mouth against the juncture between her neck and her shoulder as he pumped slowly with his cock, taking his time as he worked it into her pussy.
Camilla moaned ecstatically, and Ben thought it was a real possibility that with the way she was grinding between the two of them he might shoot his load before he was ready. He gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to rock against her as Quinten worked it all in and then proceeded to fuck her silly.
Ben watched, his heart pounding with a startling mix of love and lust as her cheeks bloomed again with a rosy hue. She’s so damned beautiful like this! Why wasn’t I begging for her attention from day one? Keeping her in their lives was the only thing that mattered to him now. Both men nibbled at her shoulders and her throat. Her legs tightened over Ben’s arms as he held her open, and he could feel the tension building inside her. She held on to both men, her hands constantly searching for a place to rest, grasping Ben’s nape and his shoulder while holding on to Quinten’s bicep and his hand as he threaded it up into her hair.
“Please, don’t stop, Quinten. Just like that! More! Harder! Yes!”
Her grip on Ben’s nape tightened, and he growled with pleasure as her back bowed and she cried out and thrust against Quinten with her climax, pushing Ben to the edge.
Quinten slid a hand around Camilla’s neck and devoured her lips. He groaned deeply as he stilled, his trembling as he came communicating itself through Camilla’s body. Ben’s arousal was a wild thing, demanding satisfaction as Quinten stood upright again and withdrew his cock.
“Holy fuck, that was good, baby. You okay?”
Camilla moaned wordlessly and nodded, holding on to Ben’s forearms with shaky hands as he lowered her legs to the shower floor and helped her stand. Changing his mind about any more shower play, he grabbed the other condom from the shelf in the shower and lifted her into his arms to carry her out of there. He didn’t care about drying off. He didn’t care about getting the bedding wet. He cared about planting himself in the sweet solace of her body, regaining the paradise between her thighs that he’d found the night before.
Quinten said his name, but he barely heard as he laid her at the end of the bed with her legs spread so he’d fit between them. She scooted to the edge of the bed, biting her lip as she watched him roll the condom on his cock.
“Ben,” Quinten said once more, obviously trying to get his attention. Ben wanted to ignore him, lust making his blood race in his veins. He glanced at Quinten and did a double take when he saw him holding up his cell phone. “It’s for you.” Quinten’s voice brooked no disagreement as he glanced at Camilla in apology. “It’s Hank Stinson.”
Ben mouthed one word—Fuck!—and turned back to Camilla. He pulled the condom off and stroked her thigh consolingly as she pooched out her little lower lip in sympathy. “Hank wouldn’t call this early unless it was an emergency.” He’d been so horny he hadn’t even heard the phone ringing in the bathroom. He recalled giving his phone to her before she’d taken her shower the night before and it must’ve been left on the counter.
He cleared the gravelly feeling from his throat, grabbed his robe from the hook on the back of the bathroom door, and slung it on as he said, “Hank, this is Ben. What’s up?”