Page 38 of Misadventures of a Curvy Girl
“Oh God,” I pant, my orgasm surging hard again from the extra stimulation. “Oh God, oh God.”
“You better hurry,” Caleb grinds out. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
“Then how are you going to last when it’s my cock pushing inside her?” Ben asks.
Caleb shivers at his words, biting off a curse as he no doubt imagines how it will feel, how tight I’ll get with another huge shaft wedged inside me.
My orgasm finally subsides, leaving me limp and quivering, and Ben adds a second finger. “Push against my touch,” he advises as I tense up. “It’ll open you more to me. Good girl, that’s it. Do you feel dirty with my fingers in your ass? Do you feel sexy?”
I give it a couple of breaths, adjusting slowly to the foreign feeling. It does feel dirty, it does feel sexy, especially when I see Caleb gazing at me with an expression bordering on awestruck as he slowly glides his girth in and out of me in time to Ben’s pumping fingers. Especially when I look up at Ben and see a man who’s about to tear the bed apart with his teeth if he isn’t inside my body right this minute.
“I’m ready,” I murmur up to him, turning as much as I can to look at the irresistible man kneeling behind me. “I’m ready for you.”
“Are you sure?” he asks, and I can see the toll it takes on him to proceed with care. To delay. His shoulders are shaking, the muscles of his belly are clenched so tightly that every band and slab is etched in high relief and glistening with sweat. His cock is dark and distended. A large vein traces up the side, and the slit at his crown is
wet and shining with pre-come. “I’ll be careful with you, Ireland, I swear to God.”
“I know,” I say, giving him a sated smile. I’m still dizzy with all the hormones from my last climax. “And I’m sure.”
He drops another kiss on my shoulder and then reaches for a condom, tearing the packet open with his teeth and sheathing himself in a quick, practiced movement. There’s the click of a bottle cap, and then Caleb and I are treated to the sight of Ben spreading lube down the length of his rigid erection. Through the glisten of the latex and lubricant, I can still see all the veins and the plump crown in perfect detail, and my body craves it, longs for it, even though I have one hot erection already lodged inside my body.
“Same as before,” Ben says, tossing the closed lube bottle to the side of the bed. “It’s just like my fingers.”
“He’s lying,” Caleb says, his dimple peeking out from under his beard.
“Okay, I’m lying a little,” Ben amends. “It’s just like my fingers…if my fingers were much, much bigger.”
He lies down so the muscled length of his body stretches out behind mine. I feel another flash of bashful unease—there’s something about having his firm chest and abs and thighs pressed against the soft gradients and creases of my back and bottom that brings up my worst feelings about my body. Between Caleb at my front and Ben at my back, there’s no angle I can twist myself to try to make my waist look smaller, no hiding the crease between my stomach and my hip, no attempting to make my FUPA look smoother. There’s no hiding the dimples in my bottom and thighs. I’m completely exposed, naked and squeezed between two men who could be on the cover of a magazine.
But my chagrin vanishes the moment Ben presses fully against me and lets out a groan that goes up to the rafters.
“Fuck,” he curses, unable to stop himself from stroking his cock along the seam of my backside. “I’m never letting you leave this bed.”
I look back to Caleb, who seems to have the same idea, judging by his bitten lower lip and his roaming, grasping hands.
What girl would ever want to leave this bed? Between these two?
“I’m never going anywhere else ever again,” I say with a half laugh that turns into a half gasp as I feel the broad tip of him press against my opening. “Oh, Ben.”
“Gonna fuck you so good,” he husks. “So good, baby.”
The hoarse urgency in his voice is an aphrodisiac all its own—not that I need one with the two of them around. I’m so wet that whenever Caleb gives me a thrust, it’s like a hot knife moving through butter, and I can feel the beginning of another climax twining into a tight knot right behind my clitoris.
The pressure as Ben begins to work his way into the small aperture is intense—intense enough that I bury my face in Caleb’s strong chest as I try to catch my breath.
“Shh,” Caleb soothes, stroking my hair and my arm. “This is the hardest part. You just have to breathe.”
I breathe as he instructs, trying to push against Ben’s invasion, but he’s so big, so wide, and there’s a pinching feeling that borders on pain as he finally works his way past my rings of muscle.
“Tight,” Ben grunts, shoving in another inch. “Fucking tight.”
I press my face harder against Caleb, telling myself breathe breathe breathe, and Caleb runs a gentling palm over my thigh and hip, his other arm underneath me and holding me close to him.
Ben curls a hand around my hip and uses another to anchor my shoulder, and then he gives me a final shove that rips the breath right from my body and sends him as deep as he can go.
“Are you okay?” he asks in a strained voice. I can feel him trembling and sweating with the effort to hold his body still, and when I pull my head back and see Caleb, I see the same strain stamped all over him too.
“A moment,” I choke out, my entire body tense and aching with the invasion of not one but two massive erections. “Need a moment.”
