Misadventures of a Curvy Girl (Misadventures #18)(20)
He likes the thrill.
And…I like thrills too. Or I used to, and now I’m relearning how, and this is my first adventure. I can be brave.
I swallow and wet my lips. “I’m not saying stop.”
“Good. Because Caleb wants to touch you here. Don’t you, Caleb?”
“I do,” Caleb groans, his hand flexing over my stomach, running along the curve of it until he reaches my navel. He even caresses the part where my stomach meets my hips and there’s this crease I don’t think a single other human has ever touched on purpose.
He touches it. Traces it. Follows it across my stomach while he bends down to kiss me.
“Caleb, I think you should take off your clothes now,” Ben says in that bossy way of his, which isn’t bossy at all. More like matter-of-fact. More like commanding. “Show off that big, strong body of yours and all the parts of you that want to feel her.”
Caleb gives me a final kiss and then grins down at me, an irrepressible grin that I can’t help but return.
“What about you?” I ask Ben, turning to look up at him. “Any parts of you that want to feel me?”
There’s a flash of something like surprise, maybe even pride, across his face, and his mouth curls up at the corners. “There are some indeed,” he murmurs, lifting himself off me. And while Caleb undresses, Ben pops open the button of his fly and works his jeans open enough to free the head of his erection, which even in the dim light looks florid-dark and swollen. The sight of him in his black T-shirt and jeans, with just the tip of his cock exposed, is the lewdest thing I think I’ve ever seen.
I’m panting for it.
Caleb is disrobing now too, fully, tugging off his T-shirt to expose a body unfairly masculine and perfect. His shoulders and chest and back are layered with swathes of swelling muscle, and when he unbuckles his belt and kicks off his jeans and boxer briefs, I see hard thighs that invite salacious squeezing and a tight, firm ass that does the same. Narrow hips, a lightly furred belly, and a heavy erection that bobs as he climbs back onto the bed. He wastes no time in helping me remove my bra, and then he and I are both completely naked. And then there’s Ben, who somehow seems filthier than the both of us, more obscene, fully clothed with his rigid cock pushing through the fly of his jeans.
“Now,” Caleb breathes, giving me another earnest, bearded kiss, “are you ready for all of it?”
Chapter Eight
Caleb
Ireland arches into my kiss, smiling into my mouth. “Yes,” she says happily. Excitedly. “All of it.”
I touch her again because I want to. I have to. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop. Her breath hitches when I run my fingertips over her belly, and I glance up at her face. She has her eyes closed now, as if she’s steeling herself for something. For my touch.
“Now that just won’t do,” Ben says silkily from above both of us. “Open your eyes, Ireland. Watch Caleb touch you.”
She blinks up at him and then over to me, her breath still stilted and her face uncertain. But she nods. “Okay.” She swallows. “Okay. Touch me.”
So I do. I touch the pale skin where the underside of her breast meets her chest. I trace down the slopes that lead to the sides of her waist. I stroke up to the middle and circle her navel, sunk like a deep well into her body, and then I move down to her lower belly with its gentle swell. And then—fuck—that plump pussy, the first time I’ve touched it. My cock jerks up as my fingers press into the giving flesh, and I groan, dropping my head onto her shoulder. She’s even better than those paintings, better than anything a teenage Caleb could have imagined. I roll my head down and start kissing a trail down her belly, nudging Ben aside so I can settle between her legs and kiss at her stomach more easily.
She gasps at every kiss, trying to shy away, but I don’t let her. I don’t let her roll to the side or try to cover herself. I kiss her belly button and the crease of the place where her thighs meet her hips. And soon I have my mouth where I want it: kissing along her secret silk curls to her pussy. Pressing my lips to the coy little seam hiding underneath.
It’s everything I can do to tease her like this, to keep my mouth soft and easy and almost chaste as I kiss the top of her mound and then at the sensitive skin on the outside of her cunt, where her thighs join to her body.
Because all I want to do is taste what’s mine.
I want to part her pussy and revel in all the sweet heat there, all the slick wetness that Ben and I have made, and I want to feel the slick, tight channel my cock is about to fuck. I want to feel the new place I’ll call home.
And even though I already knew, her pretty little gasps and stirs as I finally kiss her clit make it clear: this is for real. Which means one night won’t be enough by far.
The thought sends a surge of possessive lust bolting through me. I seal my mouth over her swollen bud in a savage suck that makes her cry out and has Ben giving a low hum of approval. Using my thumbs, I spread her open like the world’s best butterfly, pinning her lips apart so I can explore her. Her delicate inner folds and the tight hole tucked up inside them, all of it glistening in the dim light. Even like this, I can tell she’ll be the prettiest shade of pink inside here, the kind of pink a man dreams about when he’s got nothing but cold sheets next to him and a shameful fist.