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Now firmly in place, Ben readjusts so he’s pressed all against me again, and he nuzzles my neck, my hair, my shoulder. Like an animal gentling its mate. And he praises me, telling me how sweet I am, how beautiful I am, how good I make him feel. He promises to make me feel good too. He promises I can use his body and Caleb’s to sate my lusts any time I want.
He says I’m the sexiest woman in the world, and Caleb murmurs his agreement, kissing my mouth as Ben kisses the nape of my neck.
As they both throb inside me.
A minute passes, and then another, and between the kissing and the praising, the discomfort has melted away. Instead, I feel gloriously, happily full. Complete, even. Like this is the way I’m meant to have sex, like I was formed at birth to mold between these two men.
“Okay,” I say, still a bit shaky but also aroused beyond all belief and ready for the climax that’s waiting just a few thrusts away. “More, please.” I think of what I said last night and smile. “All of it.”
“We’re gonna give you all of it,” says Caleb with a filthy gleam in his eye. “You better hold on tight, little peach.”
Together they begin fucking me with careful, rolling thrusts, both of them completely attuned to me, watching and listening with an attentiveness that can only be called reverent. When I flinch, they pause and adjust the angles of their hips until I sigh again. When I gasp, they kiss and lick my mouth and neck until I’m squirming down onto them. And when I dig my fingernails into Caleb’s shoulder and moan, they reward me with deep, railing thrusts that leave me seeing stars and panting their names.
My hovering orgasm only needs a few minutes of this to finally explode into release. With an unladylike moan, I detonate around the two cocks buried inside me. Hard, clenching contractions take me, make everything below my navel feel like a giant squeezing fist of pure pleasure, and I’m dimly aware my orgasm is driving the men wild.
Ben and Caleb link hands over my hip to hold me steady as I writhe through the delight, and together they surge into me as deep as they can.
“Gonna come…so hard,” pants Caleb, and behind me, I hear Ben grunt in agreement. Then Caleb lets out an almighty yell, his head thrown back and the cords in his neck straining, and heat scalds my sheath through the condom after he pumps waves of his orgasm into the latex.
It triggers more pleasure of my own, and stars dance at the edge of my vision as a delicate pain lights up nerve endings everywhere on my body. Ben’s sunk his teeth into my neck and, with a bitten-off noise, erupts otherwise silently against the tight, dirty glove of my channel, filling his own condom with spurt after spurt of hot seed.
Both of them keep thrusting through their ejaculations, and I keep undulating between them as my own climax ebbs gradually into satisfied exhaustion. In a tangle of arms, I’m cradled between them, and we’re sweaty and the condoms need to be taken care of, and I have no doubt I’m going to be sore, but at this moment, all I can think is what I told them earlier.
I’m never going anywhere else again.
Yes, they were sex words, but I realize they’re also true in every other sense as well. I want to stay.
I’m going to stay.
Chapter Fourteen
Caleb
The sun blazes nosy and chiding through the window, reminding us there’s so much to do and fix outside these walls, but we ignore it, spending the afternoon as if it’s the dead of night—doing all manner of wicked and depraved things normally saved for hours of darkness.
After we clean up, Ben and I spend a long time between Ireland’s legs, jostling for space and the chance to lick at her sweet honey. And after she comes twice more, we once again cradle her between us and take her at the same time. This time, I’m the one fucking her tight, rear hole, and the grip of her is insane. And with the pressure from Ben’s cock inside her pussy and the added stimulation of feeling him stroke against me through her thin walls, it’s a miracle I last long enough to make sure she comes first. Somehow I manage it, lips thin and eyes shut, waiting until the last of her shudders die down before I open m
y eyes and let myself just look at her writhing between us. Those sweet slopes and tucks of her body. The way her curves yield softly to my form as I move against her. The way her body spills out of my hands as I fondle and squeeze at her.
She’s straight out of my wet dreams, out of every fantasy I’ve ever had—dark hair soft as silk and flowing like water over Ben’s arm. Blue eyes to rival the storm-cleansed sky outside. Perfectly formed lips that beg for my own.
And a body like those paintings in art class—with soft rolls and a round bottom and a plump little pussy that all but begs to be fucked and fucked thoroughly.
That’s all it takes, looking at her, and I come with a bellow and a bowing body, pumping my condom full of hot, slick seed. Ben watches me roar and tense through it, and then he takes Ireland’s mouth in a searing kiss as he follows me over the edge with a single quiet noise.
We’ve always used condoms with every woman we’ve been with, always, always, and a jolt of fresh blood hits my spent cock as I think about what it would be like to skip the condoms next time. To claim this beautiful woman from the inside out, to feel the slippery heat of Ben doing the same.
My cock gives another pulse, trying valiantly to rise to the occasion, and Ireland gives me a happy, if slightly rueful, smile.
“I need a break, cowboy,” she says, wincing a bit as we tug free of her body. “Another few minutes, at least.”
“We have all the time in the world,” Ben says. His brows draw together as he gazes down at her. “I hope.”
For a moment she doesn’t answer, simply searching Ben’s face and then mine as if trying to read our thoughts. Apparently satisfied by what she sees, she gives us a lazy nod, like a queen.
“All the time in the world.”
When late afternoon begins to crest into evening, we drive back to Holm. Ben needs to start making calls and contacting insurance companies about the tavern, and after making sure Mrs. Parry and Mrs. Harthcock are safe and settled, I’m anxious to get back to town to help in whatever way I can.
