Page 37 of Misadventures of a Curvy Girl
Caleb sucks in a breath. “Holy fuck,” he mutters and then glances over to my face, where he no doubt can guess from my flushed cheeks and hooded eyes how much I like what Ben’s doing. “Holy fuck,” he repeats, this time to himself, as if he can’t believe his luck.
I crane my own head now to look up at Ben. His jaw is working tight and his eyebrows are pulled together in strain, like it’s taking everything he has not to be fucking me right now. “Are you going to fuck me there?” I ask shyly. “Now?”
He looks down at me, eyes glinting. “Do you want me to fuck you there? Now?”
“Yes,” I say with a blush. “But…I haven’t done it before.”
“Ben is very good at it,” Caleb says and then flushes deeply. I decide I want very much to hear more about this and how Caleb knows—and maybe have some demonstrations—but then Ben is sliding out from behind me and stalking to his room, his erection jutting up in a deliciously thick arc from his parted jeans. He returns without his shirt and with a handful of supplies.
“Lie down, Ireland,” he commands. I notice his hands are trembling as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his jeans and pulls them off, and the evidence of his desire inflames me. Reassures me, even though I’m a little nervous about what comes next.
I move to the middle of the bed as Caleb easily rolls a condom over himself and joins me. He rolls me to my side so we face each other, and he runs the back of his fingers over my face.
“I’m so glad you’re here,” he says, and there’s no mistaking the tenderness in his voice, the depth in his eyes.
Unexpectedly, emotion knots in my throat. “Really?” I whisper. “We only had one night together. If I’d left, it wouldn’t have been that big of a deal.”
Caleb’s already shaking his head. “It would’ve been. I know it hasn’t been long, but can’t you feel it?”
“It?” I echo, and he takes my hand and splays it over his chest. Underneath my palm, his heart beats warm and steady and fast.
“Yes,” he says solemnly. “It.”
My lips part, but I’m not sure what to say. Because I do feel it, and if the boys feel it too…
Well, it makes me feel something I’ve never really felt before. Optimistic and confident and happy and…
Loved.
As if to shore up Caleb’s sweet words, Ben kisses my shoulder from behind me and then brushes his lips over the shell of my ear.
“I feel the same way, Ireland. You’re ours.”
Theirs.
“Yes,” I say almost dizzily. “I feel it. I’m yours.”
What else can be said after that? Caleb reaches down between my legs to test my readiness and groans at what he finds. With a big callused hand, he pulls my knee up to his hip, and then I feel the broad head of his penis probing slick and latex-covered at my seam.
“Shit,” he mumbles as he works the tip of his dick inside me. “Shit, Ireland, you feel so good.”
I squirm on the end of his cock, trying to feed more into my body, and he gives a breathless laugh. “I got you, peach, hold on. Trust me to give you what you need.”
“Want it now,” I growl, and he laughs some more.
“Ben, how long did you tease her for?”
“Not very long,” is the amused answer. “But you remember how responsive she is.”
Caleb’s eyes light back on my face, and his laughing mouth pulls into a wicked smile. “I do remember.” And with a thrust of his muscled ass, he plows all the way home.
My fingernails dig into his shoulders as my sex stretches and ripples around him, and he gives me three deep and grinding strokes in return, the pressure of his thickness inside me and the gorgeous friction against my clit sending me over the edge. The tension inside my body shatters into a mosaic of delicious sensation—seizing waves low in my belly, flutters of pure pleasure radiating from my clit, tingles of electricity shooting down to the pads of my fingers and the bottoms of my toes.
“Fuck,” Caleb groans, his head dropping back. “She’s coming already. I can feel it. Fuck.”
Ben bites me on the shoulder with a pleased rumble. “Good. Come hard for Caleb, baby. Get all nice and tight for us.”
His dirty words spur me on, and my head is tossing on the bed as I ride out my climax on his glorious organ. Caleb is gritting his teeth in order to keep from following me, and then we both let out agonized gasps as Ben’s slick finger finds my pleated entrance once again and pushes inside.
