She moaned and held still as he tried not to thrust too hard at her quivering hole. “Relax, baby.”
“Slow down. I love this part. Oh, I love it.”
Quinten grinned as he rocked against her opening, giving in to her request even as it nearly cost him his sanity. He wanted so badly to thrust in balls-deep. She rested her body weight on her chest, and his jaw dropped as she reached back to spread her ass cheeks in a submissive gesture. He wrapped his hands around her wrists and used that leverage to slowly slide his dick inside her excruciatingly tight ass.
The coppery taste of blood hit his tongue and he realized he’d bitten his lip. She panted and moaned, her sounds of ecstasy as he claimed her ass rapidly driving him to the edge. He pulled back and thrust in tiny increments until she’d taken him to the hilt. A hot-and-cold chill reverberated through him, and he nodded at Ben again. This wouldn’t last long with the way she was moving and flexing against him. Ben slid his hand around her hip, and Quinten knew the instant that he slid his fingers over her clit because her pussy and ass clenched in reaction.
“I need to move, baby. You okay?”
“Yes, yes! Fuck me, Quinten. It feels so good.”
Quinten gritted his teeth at the exhilarating sight of his cock tunneling into and out of her ass. He switched his grip to her hips and picked up the pace until she was taking all of him on each pass. She repositioned, bracing on the mattress so she was on hands and knees and arched her back as the leash on his control snapped. He’d been holding himself in check since her dance, and there was no control left.
“Yes! Oh, please more!” She flicked her hair over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed with passion as she looked from Ben to Quinten, her movements slowing as her voice came in a husky whisper. “That’s it. Here it comes. Yes. Yes! Yes!”
Rhythmic convulsions in her ass and pussy grew in strength until his orgasm snapped like a live wire down his spine and his cum jetted in hot streams. He howled, exultant as she cried out, too, and blinding flashes of light burst behind his tightly clenched eyelids.
He finally opened his eyes, seeing stars, and grinned back at Ben. “I think she killed me, Ben. Fuck, that was good!” His abs trembled as he bent over her and braced his arms, waiting for his strength to return before attempting to move. “You okay, baby?”
Camilla’s only response was a soft, blissful moan that morphed into a giggle. “That was stupendous.” Quinten gritted his teeth as her laughter rippled through her body, and he slowly withdrew. When he came back to the bed from cleaning up, with a washcloth to wipe the lubricant from her, she was murmuring softly to Ben.
“Does it bother you that I’ve danced like that for other men?” Ben didn’t immediately respond so she added, “I’ve had dancer friends whose…boyfriends couldn’t get past that fact, even when they no longer danced anymore. I need to know if it’s going to be an issue between us.”
Quinten stopped beside the bed, waiting, because those words “between us” said it all. He didn’t want the fact that she’d been a dancer to become an issue dividing the three of them down the road. Quinten and Ben had talked about it before, but Camilla needed to be clear with Ben about it, too.
Ben sat up and stroked her back, concern, and possibly regret, in his eyes as she kept her gaze on his face. “Does it bother me that men have seen you dance mostly naked, up close? Yes, baby. I’m territorial, and it does bother me. Do I hold it against you that you did what you felt you needed to do in order to pay for college and get by? No, absolutely not. I’d be a real bastard if I held stuff against you that’s in the past before you ever knew us. And yes, we are your boyfriends.”
He glanced at Quinten, unspoken words in his eyes, before looking back at her. Boyfriends…for now. Quinten knew that was what she thought. And in a way she was right. They wanted something that she could rely on. Something more permanent. Only time would help her let go of her assumption that they were temporary lovers.
“Thank you.”
“But I don’t want you to ever dance for anyone else but us. You’re ours, and I don’t share with anyone but Quinten.”
“Fair enough. I don’t want to dance for anyone but the two of you. What about people who make comments about me dancing in the past? You know how they sometimes do at the club.”
“You let me worry about them, sugar.”
“Oh, boy. You’re going to be all pissy and territorial when they jokingly ask me for a lap dance or want me to get up and dance on the bar, aren’t you?” In the past she usually just laughed off their requests or politely turned them down and asked for their drink order.