Page 36 of Misadventures of a Curvy Girl
“What about you?” I ask in a breathy voice.
Ben holds up a hand at my question, as if to say in a minute, even though I can see his thick erection stretching all the way to his hip and would hazard a guess it doesn’t want to wait for any period of time. “Sit after you get bare for me. We’re going to give Caleb a treat when he gets home.”
God, yes.
I swallow with a combination of nervousness and arousal, but I’ve already gone to work on my buttons and zipper. As soon as I’m as Ben wants, naked from the waist down and settling between his legs, he finally answers my question. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll get what I need very soon.”
He arranges me with all the bossy precision of a field commander used to having his orders followed. I’m leaned back against his broad chest and my legs are arranged to drape over his in a way that exposes my pussy to the open air. I almost have a moment of self-consciousness when I feel how wide Ben’s legs have to part to accommodate my ass, but it’s erased the moment I hear his moan as his erection makes contact with my body. His control fractures the tiniest bit, and he pushes his swollen cock against the place where the small of my back curves into my naked bottom.
“Fuck yes,” he grates in my ear. “I love your body. Caleb does too—should we get that pussy of yours ready for him?”
“Yes,” I whisper, already wet from Caleb’s earlier attention and now from the kiss of cool air along my intimate places. But then Ben strokes a hand down over my breast, over the slopes of my stomach, and down to my feminine place, and I instantly grow even wetter.
“Oh baby,” he rumbles. “You need us right now, don’t you? Need your boys to take care of that pretty little cunt?”
My head drops back onto his shoulder as his finger delves inside. “Yes,” I moan. “I need it.” And even just the thought of Ben and Caleb sliding their throbbing columns of unyielding flesh inside me is enough to make me clamp down on Ben’s finger. He gives an answering growl.
“Careful, baby,” he murmurs. “I’m not letting you come until Caleb gets here. It’s going to be a long dance at the edge if you keep up like this.”
But what choice do I have? With a handsome, tortured soldier holding me close with one arm while his other
reaches between my legs to play with me as if I’m his new toy? What girl wouldn’t already be on the edge?
“God, I love how you open up like a flower,” he groans, his finger tracing my swelling, slick folds. He buries his nose in my neck and breathes me in. “You’re perfect. Fucking perfect.”
I’m nearly beyond speech with wanting his fingers to do more. “Ben…” is all I can manage, and then I’m just whimpering and squirming as he teases the pad of one finger around my budding clitoris.
Behind me, I can feel the heat of his erection even through his jeans, like a rod of scorching need. I want it inside me—anywhere, everywhere. And just the thought of having him everywhere launches me that much closer to orgasm.
“Ben,” I beg. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
“You’ll wait as long as I say you will,” he replies in that dark, authoritative voice that never fails to make me quiver in delight. “Even if it’s hours.”
Hours?
And to prove his point, he trails his touch away from my clit…down, down, down.
“Oh!” I gasp as he presses against a place no one’s ever touched before. His finger is slick with where it’s been, and it easily penetrates the tight ring of muscle there. I writhe against the new pressure and the illicit thrill of it, and Ben ducks his mouth to my ear. “You want me to fuck you here? Caleb too?” His finger probes deeper, and I make a helpless noise of assent. “What about both of us at the same time, hmm? Working both your tight holes while you’re pinned helpless between us?”
“Yes,” I whimper, and he rewards me with the heel of his palm against my clit as he carefully fingers my ass. I’m so needful that his entire hand is now wet with me, and playing with my ass clearly gets Ben beyond needful too, because he grinds out several curse words as his other hand flies to his pants to free his cock so it can rub along my bare skin.
And that’s how Caleb finds us just a few moments later—me shamelessly rocking against his best friend’s hand, my dirtiest secrets penetrated and exposed for viewing, and Ben’s erection grinding livid and hot against my skin.
Caleb stands in the doorway of his room, looking staggered. He runs a shaking hand over his mouth, his green eyes flickering back and forth between Ben and me, between the wet and ready place between my legs and the slow grind of Ben’s hips against my ass.
“Peach,” Caleb breathes, as if he can hardly believe I’m here, and my heart seizes. If I can forgive Ben for pushing me away, I can forgive Caleb for letting me go. In fact, I feel like I can forgive them for anything, so long as they finally fuck me. So long as I get to live out Ben’s filthy suggestion and experience what it’s like to be completely filled. What it’s like to have both of them inside me at the same time.
“Caleb,” I say, reaching for him, and he’s suddenly unfrozen, racing to the bed as he tears off his clothes.
“I wouldn’t let her come until you got here,” Ben says with a trace of smugness. “She’s so fucking wet for you.”
Caleb finally kicks off his jeans and boxers and puts a knee up on the bed. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him—all that heavy muscle coiled tight with the need to fuck, those hands twitching at his sides like it’s taking everything he has not to grab me and pull me right onto his turgid length. The length that now bobs proudly from his hips, the end of it shiny and tight and beginning to glisten for me at the tip, even though he’s only just now joined us.
And when he crawls into the opening made by my legs hooked over Ben’s, I can’t resist the urge to touch him. To run my fingers over those bulging muscles and the light-brown hair that dusts over his chest and abs. He groans at my touch and then leans forward to nuzzle my breasts, turning his head to bite at the tender undersides through the fabric. It’s raw and animalistic and even more so while another man is playing with my asshole as he does it.
Caleb lifts his head to look at Ben. “You said her pussy is ready for me?”
“See for yourself,” Ben says and moves his hand to the side—but keeps his middle finger firmly inside my other entrance.
