Misadventures of a Curvy Girl (Misadventures #18)(39)

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.”

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.