Misadventures of a Curvy Girl (Misadventures #18)(37)

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And to prove his point, he trails his touch away from my clit…down, down, down.

“Oh!” I gasp as he presses against a place no one’s ever touched before. His finger is slick with where it’s been, and it easily penetrates the tight ring of muscle there. I writhe against the new pressure and the illicit thrill of it, and Ben ducks his mouth to my ear. “You want me to fuck you here? Caleb too?” His finger probes deeper, and I make a helpless noise of assent. “What about both of us at the same time, hmm? Working both your tight holes while you’re pinned helpless between us?”

“Yes,” I whimper, and he rewards me with the heel of his palm against my clit as he carefully fingers my ass. I’m so needful that his entire hand is now wet with me, and playing with my ass clearly gets Ben beyond needful too, because he grinds out several curse words as his other hand flies to his pants to free his cock so it can rub along my bare skin.

And that’s how Caleb finds us just a few moments later—me shamelessly rocking against his best friend’s hand, my dirtiest secrets penetrated and exposed for viewing, and Ben’s erection grinding livid and hot against my skin.

Caleb stands in the doorway of his room, looking staggered. He runs a shaking hand over his mouth, his green eyes flickering back and forth between Ben and me, between the wet and ready place between my legs and the slow grind of Ben’s hips against my ass.

“Peach,” Caleb breathes, as if he can hardly believe I’m here, and my heart seizes. If I can forgive Ben for pushing me away, I can forgive Caleb for letting me go. In fact, I feel like I can forgive them for anything, so long as they finally fuck me. So long as I get to live out Ben’s filthy suggestion and experience what it’s like to be completely filled. What it’s like to have both of them inside me at the same time.

“Caleb,” I say, reaching for him, and he’s suddenly unfrozen, racing to the bed as he tears off his clothes.

“I wouldn’t let her come until you got here,” Ben says with a trace of smugness. “She’s so fucking wet for you.”

Caleb finally kicks off his jeans and boxers and puts a knee up on the bed. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him—all that heavy muscle coiled tight with the need to fuck, those hands twitching at his sides like it’s taking everything he has not to grab me and pull me right onto his turgid length. The length that now bobs proudly from his hips, the end of it shiny and tight and beginning to glisten for me at the tip, even though he’s only just now joined us.

And when he crawls into the opening made by my legs hooked over Ben’s, I can’t resist the urge to touch him. To run my fingers over those bulging muscles and the light-brown hair that dusts over his chest and abs. He groans at my touch and then leans forward to nuzzle my breasts, turning his head to bite at the tender undersides through the fabric. It’s raw and animalistic and even more so while another man is playing with my asshole as he does it.

Caleb lifts his head to look at Ben. “You said her pussy is ready for me?”

“See for yourself,” Ben says and moves his hand to the side—but keeps his middle finger firmly inside my other entrance.

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…