Chapter Eight
Hannah had gone into this meeting with a clear sense about what she wanted, and with the hopes of getting these men into bed with her, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t nervous. Her heart was thrumming full speed, ratcheting against her ribs, hindering her breathing. That had to be the reason she was so light-headed, right?
Or maybe it was because of Mitchell standing right behind her as she followed Ben into his bedroom. Mitchell was close enough that he could keep a hand on her back, guiding her firmly forward. It wasn’t like she couldn’t get away. She didn’t even want to get away. But his gentle pushing felt like the perfect kind of control she liked in bed.
Ben’s room was a surprise. She had anticipated a blue or gray bedding set, like what a bachelor typically used, maybe some action figures, probably some shit about beer and some family photos. Instead, this was a comfort paradise: a king-size bed with a large, fluffy white comforter dominated the space, but the nightstands—there were two—had candles on them and one of those aromatherapy liquid jars with the wooden sticks. He had decorated his walls with art; she recognized prints from Klimt and Van Gogh. The flat-panel television and gaming consoles fit her stereotypical expectations, as did the bookcase filled with—from what she could tell at a quick glance—mostly science fiction, but the rest was a complete surprise.
“Not what you expected?” Ben asked.
Mitchell sighed. “I tell him all the time, nobody’s going to believe you like women at all when you have this room.”
“I love defying stereotypes.”
Hannah pointed to what was illuminating the gauzy drapes. “You know these are twinkle lights, right?”
“I don’t understand why my desires for comfort are an indication of my sexuality at all.” Ben put a hand over his heart in mock haughtiness. “It isn’t my fault that Mitchell wants to live like a monk.”
“Oh?” She turned to Mitchell. “So no twinkle lights and king-size bed for you?”
“He sleeps on a futon,” Ben offered.
“I do not.” Mitchell rolled his eyes. “I have an actual bed. I just don’t go for all the…” He waved his hand, looking for the word. “…trimmings.”
Ben scooped her easily into his arms. Shit, she was not going to get used to that. Hannah felt small in Ben’s arms, and she never felt small. He grinned at Mitchell. “Speaking of the trimmings.”
His tone ignited her from the inside, as did the way Mitchell looked from Hannah to Ben like he couldn’t decide who to eat first. Fuck. This just might kill her tonight, and that would be a hell of a way to go.
Ben tossed her—actually tossed her—onto the bed, and she landed in the middle, dazed and laughing. Then Ben turned to Mitchell. “Where do you want to start?”
Mitchell’s answering smile was wicked, the kind of smile that made her toes curl. “Hannah’s wearing too many clothes. Don’t you think?”
“Oh, definitely. Definitely.” Ben approached her, climbing onto the bed, but paused before he touched her. “You’ll say if we start to do anything you don’t want, right?”
“Yes, obviously. Get on with it.”
Ben chuckled, starting on the buttons of her blouse while Mitchell climbed onto the bed with them. “Somebody’s impatient.”
Mitchell held her chin, fixing her with that smoldering, mischievous stare. “Better not get too greedy. Anything could happen yet.”
They went for her clothes, and Jesus, this was like being in the middle of a whirlwind. Hannah was naked before she knew it, and before she had a chance to get nervous about it in any way, Ben started kissing her with a thoroughness that wiped all thoughts from her mind. She lay back, and he followed, stretching out alongside her and continuing to kiss her as one of his large hands encircled her breast. He swallowed her gasp. How was it possible to be this overwhelmed when they’d barely begun? He moved his hand, but before she could catch her breath, a mouth sucked hard at her nipple.
Fuck, that couldn’t be Ben, because she was still kissing him. Hannah broke the kiss to breathe. Mitchell’s hot lips pulled at her flesh, teeth pressing into the skin. Ben caught the other nipple in his mouth. Holy shit, her pussy flooded, the stimulation connected directly to her clit. Hot, wet lips and sharp teeth, twin sensations of pleasure and pain, and there was not enough air in this room.
“Ohh,” she breathed, not sure what to do with her hands, lifting them a few times and then letting them drop to the bed, limp. She couldn’t help lifting her hips into the air, reflexively.
Mitchell smiled at her, then at Ben. “She likes that.”
Teeth dug sharply into her nipple again, the bite like a jolt through her sensitive skin. Ben lifted his head. “She does, yeah.”
Being talked about like she wasn’t here was somehow even hotter than what was literally happening.
“Have you tasted her pussy yet?” Mitchell asked Ben. “It’s fantastic.” Hannah clenched around nothing.
“Well, I’ll have to get in on that.” He winked at Hannah. This focused attention on her was more than overwhelming; exhilaration and fear mingled in her blood. His playfulness, though, eased that tension somewhat.
Mitchell moved to sit up against the headboard, then shifted Hannah in between his legs so she was leaning back against his chest. In this position, he could reach down and pull her legs apart, spreading her open. Here was this exposure again, the kind that triggered all her mixed, aroused feelings about being vulnerable. She couldn’t cover herself and had to take what they wanted to give her, and a whimper escaped her.
“Perfect.” Mitchell murmured his words right into her ear. “That’s how I like to see you.”
Ben casually slid between Hannah’s thighs, looking up at the two of them. Still keeping that eye contact, he leaned in and licked her clit.
“Fuck!” The flash of pleasure made her jerk in Mitchell’s arms, and he held her more tightly.
Long, firm licks over her clit had her twitching in seconds, and she was going to fall apart. This was too much, and with Mitchell holding her thighs spread, Ben could take his time with her. His beard tickled her thighs, but she couldn’t squirm away even as she writhed. She gripped at Mitchell’s wrists where he held her open, but she wasn’t strong enough, and fuck, she didn’t want to be. Being forced to sit here and take it was everything she hadn’t known she wanted.
A sudden pressure at her pussy made her look down, opening eyes that she hadn’t realized were closed. Ben’s fingers, two of them almost as wide as a cock, slid inside her with no resistance, and suddenly she was full. God, she couldn’t get enough air. Hannah sucked in breaths, a familiar pressure pulsing inside her as he hit her G-spot. With Ben’s mouth on her clit, fingers inside her, her climax was bearing down on her like a tidal wave.
“You want him to make you come?” Mitchell asked her. “Is that what you want?”
Hannah couldn’t form words. When she tried to speak, only a low moan came out. She was already starting to tense up around his fingers, trembling with arousal, but it wasn’t quite enough. She wasn’t there yet.
“Ask for it.” He brushed her earlobe with his mouth again, hot and tingling. “Ask to come.”
God, what were words? She moaned and swore. “Fuck. Oh. May…may I please come?” That high-pitched voice couldn’t be her own, like the words were coming from the end of a long tunnel. Now she was hovering on the precipice of orgasm. Who was she asking? Ben? Mitchell? She needed that rapture, but she wanted permission, wanted him to make her come.
Mitchell kissed her neck. “Not yet.”
Hannah whimpered and squirmed. She hadn’t expected him to tell her no, and now her body seemed doomed to betray her, teetering so close as she tried to fight the climax she desperately wanted.
“Good girl.”
His praise made her whimper, a reminder that she was at their mercy.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, I can’t wait.”
Mitchell held her open, nibbling on her earlobe, while she panted and shook and squirmed against Ben’s relentless assault on her tender flesh. Fuck, she wasn’t going to be able to hold out, and she wanted Mitchell’s permission so badly, wanted to please him so much it should frighten her.
He finally whispered the words she was desperate to hear. “Yes. Come.”
Hannah exploded, euphoria crashing through her, pussy clenching tight around Ben’s fingers as he sucked and licked her throbbing clit. And he didn’t stop, carrying her through the pleasure, the sheer toe-curling intensity of orgasm. Mitchell held her, his presence a dim constant against her back through the searing climax, reminding her that they were both here, both taking her apart in different ways, both witness to this glorious, overwhelming ecstasy.
Hannah slumped down in Mitchell’s arms at last, panting, and he released his grip on her legs. The skin tingled where he had been holding her so tight. Those sounds were probably Ben moving around, but she could barely lift her head, limp and catching her breath.
Fuck, that was amazing. Feeling had returned to her extremities, so she sat up and brushed her tangled hair back. “Holy shit.”
“Good?” Ben sat back down on the bed, looking like he’d just cleaned up.
“Awesome.” She laughed, postorgasmic looseness and relaxation weighing down her limbs.
“I had a sense you might like that, yeah.” Mitchell reached out to touch her hair, more intimate than she’d expected. Turning, she leaned in to kiss him. Although his return kiss was tender and reserved, his hard dick pressed insistently against her thigh.
Sitting back, she looked between the two of them. They were beautiful, both of them. How much was she allowed to ask for here? This had been all about her so far, but curiosity about them together had been niggling at the back of her mind since Ben first told her the nature of their relationship.
“Can I watch you two?”
“Watch us what?” Mitchell smiled, teasing. The ass. He knew what she was asking. “What do you want to watch? Want to see us run the restaurant?”
Ben chuckled. “Clean the condo?”
“I don’t think she wants to see any of that, Ben.” Mitchell shook his head in mock disappointment. “I’m pretty sure she wants to see something sexual.”
“I’m scandalized.” Ben’s broad smile made his eyes twinkle, his expression belying his words. “So scandalized.”
Mitchell was already scooting around in the center of the bed toward Ben, who made room for him. Ben put his hand over his heart. “I think we’re being objectified, Mitchell.”
“Must be.” Mitchell stretched out alongside Ben, and without hesitating, leaned in and kissed him. Ben tipped his head, angling to deepen the kiss, one hand gripping Mitchell’s arm. Fuck, this was sexier than she had imagined. One of them gasped breathlessly—it was hard to tell who, and it didn’t matter. They kissed like they had been hungry for it.
A sudden uncomfortable feeling settled in her stomach, like she was intruding in something much deeper and more intense than she had foreseen.
Mitchell’s hand squeezed Ben’s cock through his jeans, and Ben groaned and pushed into Mitchell’s grip. Hannah stared, rapt, as finally Mitchell moved his hand away and Ben broke the kiss. Their faces remained close together, eyes opening, the moment between them heavy with unspoken intensity. Hot damn. A deep, primal longing surged in her body, and her urge to fuck them both overwhelmed any momentary past uncertainty about being a voyeur.
Ben and Mitchell both looked at her at the same time and then moved apart, like they’d realized at the same time they weren’t alone. Mitchell cleared his throat, visibly getting his bearings.
“I want to watch Ben fuck you.”
Hannah had no time to respond to Mitchell’s statement before Ben kissed her hard, tumbling her backward, and she huffed out a breath of both surprise and laughter. God, he was massive, almost imposing as he kissed her. His lips tasted like her and like Mitchell, a weirdly intoxicating combination. She wanted more of this, wanted everything harder, faster, now, and reached down to try to touch Ben’s body. Her hands gripped cloth.
Hannah twisted her head away to get a breath. “Listen.” Looking up into Ben’s eyes, she tried to make a serious expression. “You have got to take your fucking clothes off.”
Ben started to laugh and rolled away to sit up. She rounded on Mitchell. “You too! I am the only one naked. I’m half of a porno here.”
Mitchell tipped his head to the side. “I would say you look like a whole porno all by yourself, but I don’t think that’s a compliment.”
Hannah brushed her long hair back over her shoulder. “No. No, it’s not.” She stopped to think about it. “Maybe it is a little bit.” But then they started undressing, and all her attention focused on the swaths of skin unveiled by every piece of clothing the men stripped away.
Ben finished undressing first, so large he loomed over both of them even when he sat back down on the bed. Hannah took his cock in hand, stroking his length, savoring the velvety smoothness. He seemed to swell even more with her touch.
Mitchell shifted nearby, and she checked him out as well. There was so much to look at here. Mitchell was watching her touch Ben with hungry intensity.
“He’s huge, isn’t he?” Mitchell licked his lips.
She continued stroking him, fluid slicking the head of his cock. He twitched in her hand with each stroke. “I can barely wrap my hand around him.”
Ben’s eyelids fluttered, his mouth open, breathing hard with her touch.
Mitchell smiled. “It’s overwhelming, right?” He casually reached down to his own dick and began to stroke it with a light, graceful ease.
She pictured Mitchell and Ben together again, running through the variety of options she’d fantasized about. “Does he fuck you?” She looked at Mitchell.
Mitchell hesitated. “No. Not yet. I, uh…” He laughed. “Not sure I could handle that.”
Ben spoke quietly, breath hitching. “You know…I’d take good care of you.”
Hannah shivered. The words weren’t for her, but the tenderness and seduction in that tone hit her straight to her core nonetheless.
“I like him to fuck me.” Ben smiled at Hannah. “When we do it that way. He feels so good inside me.”
Hannah rubbed her thumb across the slit of his cock. Her mind went to an image of Ben bent over the bed, his cock hanging heavy and dripping as Mitchell pumped in and out of his ass. God, she wanted to see that sometime, if she ever had the chance to do this again.
Ben put his hand over hers on his cock. “Easy. I don’t want to come yet.”
Hannah took the condom Mitchell tossed onto the bed. This process was so sexy, carefully sheathing a man’s cock in latex, watching the condom stretch around his girth, anticipating what was to come.
“Get on your hands and knees. Face me.”
She hadn’t expected it to be Mitchell who directed her, but she probably should have. Mitchell sat back against the headboard, his cock in his hand, watching them. The dominance in his voice was almost sexier than what they were doing. Oh, in this position, kneeling and facing him, his cock was so close, she couldn’t help leaning down to take it in her mouth.
Mitchell sucked in a breath and moaned. Fuck, that was so hot. She loved everything about this, his salty taste, the way he filled her mouth, the warmth of his body. He stroked a hand through her hair, then a gentle tug. Suddenly, she felt fingers at her pussy again, Ben behind her, opening her up more than before. Oh god, the stretch. Three fingers, probably, thick and full, and she whimpered around Mitchell’s cock. Ben’s thumb brushed back and forth over her clit, and she pushed her hips back, fucking onto his hand.
Mitchell tugged on her hair then, and she lifted her head, lips slick, looking into his eyes.
“I want to watch your face.” He smiled and brushed her hair back. “Don’t stop looking at me.”
The bed shifted as Ben moved behind her. This position was always so deep, so full, and with a cock like Ben’s, she was going to feel every inch. His thighs brushed hers, and then a blunt, solid force pressed against her pussy.
Staring at Mitchell while Ben slid into her was the most intimate, intense experience so far, and that was saying something. He held her gaze, probably watching the way her eyes widened and mouth fell open when the giant cock head—holy fuck—finally slipped inside. Every inch that he pushed forward split her open. The position, the threesome, all of this pushed her buttons, but nothing compared to Mitchell’s unwavering, intense, soul-searching gray eyes. He was watching every expression, every twitch as Ben sank deeper and deeper into her slickness. She couldn’t hide. She couldn’t look away. When she tried, head falling forward because all her bones were going weak, Mitchell reached out and held her chin with a firm grip. Even though her expression glazed over, she didn’t close her eyes as Ben finally bottomed out, his hips flush against her. Then, only then, Mitchell released her chin and smiled.
“Very nice.” He sounded as shaky as she felt. Maybe this was as intense for him as it was for her. Now, though, he looked up over her to where Ben was kneeling. “Fuck her nice and slowly.”
Hannah let her head hang again as Ben began to pull back. The drag was amazing, the friction perfect. She’d wondered before if anything could top the sex she’d been having, but damn, this was light-years ahead of anything she could have imagined. Mitchell was watching her get fucked while Ben stroked gently, steadily in and out of her with that mammoth cock. The whole experience seemed surreal, and only the stretched-out, fucked-full feeling kept her grounded in reality. This was not just fantasy.
“How does she feel?” Mitchell asked.
“Ah, fuck.” Ben’s voice sounded strained, like he wanted to be thrusting much harder and couldn’t. “She’s so tight. Like a vise.”
“You should see her face. She’s gorgeous.”
Hannah turned her head away, blushing. She couldn’t really respond, though. The exposure, the comments on her body and her appearance, they were objectifying…and so smoking hot because of it. Somehow, they’d figured out her kink, and it was fantastic.
Mitchell’s warm hands closed around her hanging breasts, his firm grip sparking her nerves like he’d touched her clit directly. Ahh, damn, he knew she liked it rough, and he began to twist and tweak her nipples. Each of Ben’s thrusts pushed her forward, pulling her breasts against Mitchell’s grip, exaggerating the pain that also turned her on. She clenched around Ben’s dick in response, making him moan.
Ben kept up that frustratingly slow pace. God, why wouldn’t he speed up? She groaned. “Faster. Please.”
“Not yet.” Mitchell pinched her nipples again, and she yelped at that shock of pain. Mitchell’s expression was all dominance, the kind that made her shiver all through her body, his smile wicked. “I like watching you frustrated. I want you to ache for it.”
She shivered at the command in his voice. “I do. God, I want more.”
“Mmm.” His noise was noncommittal. Also, his cock was right there, and she leaned down again to suck him as Ben pushed forward. She was suddenly, gloriously stuffed full at both ends. Mitchell’s hands tightened reflexively on her breasts as he gasped. She bobbed up and down, needing this, needing him, mindless in her own desire.
“What a good girl.” Mitchell crooned his praise. He twined his fingers in her hair and began to guide her, up and down, pressing her mouth down onto his cock. She relaxed her throat and let him take the lead. Soon, though, he lifted her head off, and she mouthed after him, missing that contact. She wasn’t expecting him to lean forward and kiss her on her spit-slicked lips, Ben’s cock still steadily shifting in and out of her.
He stayed close to her, cupping her chin in his hand. “You want to get fucked faster? You want Ben to make you come?”
Yes, please. She nodded.
“Fuck her faster, now. I want to see these gorgeous tits swing.”
His crass words ignited something deep inside her, and Ben’s next hard stroke felt doubly intense. Those slow strokes had driven her mad, but this was insane, intensity ratcheting up faster than she could catch her breath. She could barely keep her balance with his thrusts. Mitchell’s hands kept working her breasts, and he was looking into her eyes, and before she knew it, she was right on the edge of her climax without anyone touching her clit at all.
“She looks ready to come,” Mitchell told Ben. “You’re doing a nice job.”
Ben groaned. The comment seemed condescending, like a power play, but Ben didn’t mind if his sexy groan was any indication. His hands tightened on her hips.
“You want to come, beautiful?” Mitchell asked her, and she nodded, like that was the understatement of the year. Sweet talk and brutal fucking, and she was going to lose her goddamned mind. She opened her mouth, trying to get more air, the heat in the room oppressive, sweat glistening all over her body. She couldn’t stop twitching.
“You don’t want me to make you wait again?”
She whimpered once more. If he did that again, she might die. She shook her head, struggling to find words.
“So sweet. So needy.” Mitchell took her chin in his hand again. “Come on his cock for me.”
Hannah felt her body shudder, vision going blurry, and her orgasm crashed into her. Mitchell stayed with her, his eyes locked with hers. No one had ever watched her like this as she came. Always, her partner was there trying to hold off his own orgasm, or else sometimes with his face buried between her legs, never able to just watch and savor her expressions. She collapsed as her arms gave way, body shaking and shaking like it might never stop. Mitchell gently stroked her hair. Ben was still thrusting hard, his cock driving her orgasm onward, spinning out the pleasure.
Mitchell moved away, getting off the bed, his words to Ben resonant with that same dominance.
“You want to come, too?” Mitchell’s voice sounded like pure sex, whiskey dark. “That tight pussy feel good around your cock?”
“Fuck.” Ben’s deep voice was nearly a whimper. “What are you… Fuck, Mitchell.” The thrusting suddenly stopped, Ben’s cock buried all the way inside her as he froze.
She could just barely hear Mitchell now, and maybe she wasn’t supposed to. “I’d love to fuck your ass while you fuck her. But you’ll have to make do with my fingers.” A slick sound, maybe lube, and she did not want to miss this. Ben’s face was contorted in pleasure, mouth open, eyes closed, Mitchell kneeling beside him with a hand out of sight. “Go on.” Mitchell spoke low again. “Pull out of her. Push onto my fingers.”
Ben’s thrusts became jerky and erratic, and yeah, Mitchell had Ben fucking between his fingers and Hannah’s pussy. This wasn’t for her; she was his cock sleeve, something to fuck, and damn, that hit a whole new collection of kinks. Ben’s uneven thrusts filled her, deep and sharp, and oh, she could come again. Shifting her weight slightly, she began to rub slick fingers across her clit.
Mitchell noticed, and he replaced her hand with his free one. His fingers were rougher, merciless in their intensity. He was rubbing her clit while fingering Ben in the ass, and hell, she had never done anything like this. Her brain was going to short-circuit.
“Oh god, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” Ben’s thrusts became harder, his hands tightening on her hips once more.
“Wait for it.” Mitchell began rubbing her clit harder. “Wait for it. She’s gonna come again. Wait for her to squeeze you so tight.”
A breath, that sense of inevitability again, that inexorable climb, and then she was lost in bliss. Ben’s cock twitched and pulsed inside her as he found his own climax with a loud, desperate, agonized cry.
They collapsed afterward into a sweaty pile of limbs, and Hannah caught her breath while Ben just groaned with a hand over his head. Mitchell vanished off to the bathroom, returning a few minutes later to stretch out on his side next to them.
He wasn’t going to do anything else? “What about you?” She propped herself up on one shaky arm.
“I don’t need anything.” Mitchell smiled. “Just watching this was enough.”
He couldn’t end the evening like this, half hard and still wanting when she had had three fantastic orgasms. Leaning in halfway, she waited for him to push her aside, but instead he let her kiss him. His dick came back to full hardness with just a few strokes of her hand. His kiss faltered, his lips opening slightly as he did so, and she kept kissing him amid her own smiles.
“Mmm?” she asked.
He made a contented noise in return.
The bed shifted as Ben stretched out along Mitchell’s back, meeting Hannah’s eyes with a smile. She couldn’t see exactly what he was doing, but then Mitchell jumped noticeably in front of her, his cock twitching in her hand.
“Oh.” Mitchell smiled. “Turnabout?” He shifted to look back over his shoulder at Ben.
“Shut up. You know you like it.” Ben grinned.
Hannah kept stroking, fascinated by how every time Ben pushed a finger into Mitchell, Mitchell’s cock twitched. Mitchell didn’t resist, his whole body limp except his erection. Damn, being sandwiched between them held a clear appeal. Without the urgency of her climax, playing with Mitchell felt relaxed, fun, and light. When he locked his gaze with hers, though, all his pleasure naked and open in those gray eyes, she fell right in. She couldn’t look away from what was beautifully unfolding in front of her.
Mitchell came in a rush, tensing up and spilling over her hand, groaning low and rough. He was beautiful, lost in pleasure, and something twisted in Hannah’s heart that could only be a longing for more of this. Finally, he sagged down onto the bed, and Hannah flopped out beside them. She hadn’t known what to expect. This was the stuff of fantasies, and fantasies didn’t always cross over well into reality. Though exhausted, her body thrummed with energy, every nerve ending tingling. This wasn’t just sex. This was an experience. Tonight was like she had woken up from a long sleep and was seeing the world around her anew. She stared up at the ceiling. Something profound had changed. This couldn’t be a one-off experience. She didn’t want tonight to be the end.
And that was terrifying.