Misadventures of a Curvy Girl (Misadventures #18)(22)

Her cheeks darken. “Oh. It’s…it’s nothing. Just me being silly.”

“Nothing’s silly to us,” I assure her.

“I—” She bites her lip, and it’s so fucking adorable and sexy I want to die. “I was just thinking about how I wanted to grab you and yank you down to me. Like pull you on top of me and just make you fuck me across the bed.” She gives a little laugh. “And then I realized that would probably look too eager. Maybe even desperate.”

I growl and lunge forward, sealing off her words with a hot kiss. “I’m the desperate one,” I grate out against her mouth. “I’m the one who’s too eager. I’m about to come inside this condom without even going inside you.”

“Grab him,” Ben says. “Use him. He likes being used, don’t you, Caleb?”

I grunt in response, too busy kissing her to search for words, and she huffs out a little laugh against my lips. “So it’s not too embarrassing if I want you that badly?”

Her voice is shy, and I pull up a little to search her face. “How could you even think such a thing?” I ask. “The only one about to be embarrassed is me because I’m not going to last longer than two thrusts inside you.”

Her eyes shine up at me, and finally I get the smile I was hoping for—brave, bold, free. “Let’s find out,” she says, her hands trailing down my stomach to my hips. She grabs at my ass, and I’m done for. Done waiting, done holding on, done with everything that isn’t fucking her until the bed falls apart. I dig my fingers into her hip to hold her steady, and then I wedge inside with one heavy, forceful shove.

And fuck me, she is even tighter and hotter than I ever could have dreamed. The squeeze at my head only grows more excruciating the deeper I push, until all of me is being clenched by her hot, silky grip.

She arches at the invasion, but I don’t let up until I’ve got her seated on the full length of my dick and I can feel the intimate kiss of her pussy against my root. I keep my left hand at her hip, the right planted by her head, and I lean forward to give her another quick kiss and check in. “Doing okay?” I ask. I can hear how tightly strung my words are, and it’s because my entire body feels like a rope that’s about to snap. I have to fuck, I have to thrust, but I keep myself rigid and still until I know she’s good. Until I know she wants to keep going.

She gives me a breathless nod. “More,” she chokes out. “More now.”

It’s the only thing my body seems to remember how to do. I give an experimental pump, which makes her cry out, and then I can’t wait any longer. I need more of those cries, more of her tits bouncing with every movement, more of her body giving and yielding under mine. I drive into her with a flurry of raw and hungry strokes, craving more and more and more, needing to fuck and fuck and fuck.

“Oh God,” she manages, her hands flying up to brace herself against the headboard. “Oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes.”

Ben is nearing his breaking point. His hand comes up to grip the headboard hard, and his chest is heaving under his T-shirt as he watches me plow into my peach. As he watches her moan and writhe under me.

“Ben.” She whispers his name, looking up at him, and he looks down at her with an expression that might look buttoned up tight but I know is anything but. His buttons are unbuttoning, and his control is getting loose and hot, and I haven’t seen it happen in so long, and even then I’ve never seen him quite like this. Never this close to wild, never so primitive that I think he might break the furniture.

With a low curse, he grabs his cock and feeds the tip of it into her mouth. “Just the head,” he grinds out. “Suck on the head.”

Ireland eagerly complies, craning her neck to accommodate him, and I ease up on the pace so she can suck his dick more easily. All the kissing and all the rain has exposed the natural berry-pink color of her lips, but I wonder as I fuck her if she’s got any more of that pretty purple lipstick with her. I wouldn’t mind seeing it on Ben’s cock…or my own.

Wouldn’t mind it at all, in fact.

Ben keeps his fist wrapped around his length, only allowing Ireland access to his tip, and he mutters instructions to her. “Suck harder. Swirl your tongue and lick the slit—yes, just like that. You’re such a good girl.”

With a groan, I speed up again, hardly able to stand it. How fucking sexy the two of them look like this, how fucking beautiful Ireland is, how fucking good she feels around me. How much I want this to last forever and ever. How much I want to keep her.

Ireland moans around Ben’s crown as I screw her harder, and I bend down to suck at one of her pert nipples and then the other, noticing how she moans even more as my beard scratches along the sweet curves of her tits.

“I love that you love my beard, baby doll,” I say. “Is it the pain? Is it being marked by me?”

Ben slides himself from her mouth, waiting for her to answer.

“I don’t know,” she pants out. “Both? Both. Just…more. More now.”

More seems to be Ireland’s new favorite word, and I vow again I’m going to marry this woman as I bite at her breasts and she whimpers more. As Ben feeds her his cock and more is what she exhales when he finally lets her come up for air. And more is the final word she cries out before she comes again, contracting down so hard around my cock that I have to fight to keep myself inside her as she rides it out on me.