Tiny Dancer(Divine Creek Ranch 13)(82)

Quinten’s cock felt thick and hot as she straddled him and slid down his length. Just on his own, his girth felt so big inside her. What would it be like with two filling her even more tightly? She trembled as she prepared to find out.

Ben added a little more of the lubricant to her rosette, and then she tilted her head and closed her eyes as she felt the blunt head of his shaft at her rear opening. Quinten wrapped his arms around her back and coaxed her to lie flat on his chest.

“Tilt your hips for Ben, baby. Just like that, yeah.”

Ben hummed in appreciation as he nudged at her tight, quivering hole. “What a beautiful ass.”

Her breath left her in a rush as he thrust more insistently, and she consciously relaxed her legs and her ass for him, allowing him inside her most intimate, forbidden place. Quinten held her close, and she moaned as her opening stretched to allow his entry. She reveled in the naughtiness of the moment.

“Yes, sugar. That’s right. Take my cock. So tight,” he growled. “So hot. I can’t get enough of you, sweet angel.”

The feeling was entirely mutual. The burn crested and then eased as Ben slid deep, taking her completely.

“I love you, Ben,” she whispered. Clutching Quinten’s bicep, she panted and murmured, “And I love you, Quinten. It’s incredible.” Ben leaned over her to kiss her shoulder and thrust gently. All the jangling nerve endings he’d awakened coalesced into a deep, primal need to move. To fuck. To find completion with them. She tilted her hips, and the sensation was all-encompassing. “I’ve gotta move. Can’t hold still.”

“Take what you need, sugar,” Ben said, his voice deep and raspy as he rolled his hips, finding his place in the rhythm of her movements. “I love listening to you come.”

Quinten’s eyelids slid closed, and he tilted his head, a look of male ecstasy on his face as he joined them in that sensual dance of three souls in love, with her at the center of their universe.

The pressure of Quinten’s cock in her pussy, crowded by Ben’s cock in her ass, doubled the pressure against her G-spot. Quinten grinned as though he recognized he’d found her magic button and thrust against the same spot over and over until her orgasm began to roll through her. It didn’t just roll, though. It steamrolled her, gathering into an even greater force, and she cried out as it came in huge, billowing, hot waves of current. It dragged her under until she became a conduit for sensations unlike any she’d ever felt. An ecstasy so deep it touched not just her body but her heart and soul. She wasn’t sure if she made a sound or not because the white noise filled her hearing. She saw stars and thought for a moment she’d faint.

“Now, Quinten.” Ben wrapped his big hands around her shoulders, holding her steady from behind. “Can’t hold out any longer!”

Both men thrust in and out, taking turns, robbing her of coherent thought as a second orgasm detonated on the heels of the previous one and all three of them howled at once. Her men held tight to her as they filled her pussy and her ass with their hot cum.

She was quite content to be smashed underneath Ben, kept warm by his flesh and Quinten’s. She smiled with the knowledge that she was the willing filling in a man sandwich until Quinten groaned faintly in protest.

In a reedy voice, he croaked, “Can’t…breathe.”

Camilla giggled softly as Ben lifted his upper body off of them, then gently withdrew from her tender ass.

“I’ll go start the tub, Quinten. Bring her in when she’s ready.” She watched as Ben walked naked and proud to the French doors and went back in the bedroom.

“The tub? You don’t have to fill the tub now.” She just wanted her bed and figured they probably did, too.

“I don’t want you to be sore later, sugar, and the hot water will help.”

“See, baby?” Quinten said with great self-assurance, his eyes twinkling mischievously in the moonlight.

“See what?”

“It’s all about teamwork.”

She chuckled and then groaned as Quinten lifted her off his cock and helped her to sit up on the chaise. She knew a thing or two about being double-teamed right then, but she also understood the deeper meaning he was getting at.

“The tub will feel good after being out here in the cool air. You’re cold,” Quinten said, gently chafing her upper arm. “Need to warm you up. Take care of you.”

There was a time when the only person to see to her needs was herself. The only person to care for her was herself. She reached out and rubbed his chilled arms too.

Camilla turned to him, nose to nose, and said, “Yes, honey. I do see.”