Page 37 of Stepping Up

I dipped my head forward to trail a line of wet kisses over said freckles, and Carly sighed. That sigh transformed to a gasp when I reached her succulent tits and scooped a hard nipple into my mouth with my tongue.

“Mmm,” I hummed around her, half from involuntary pleasure of my own and half because I knew she was so sensitive here. She sighed, her head falling back to expose her throat, which was practically an invitation for me to bring a hand up to it. Carly moaned, enjoying that development, so I applied the lightest pressure, not enough to restrict her airflow at all. She was leaning back against the counter, and even while I sucked her and tasted her warm skin, I had the foresight to grab the mixing bowl we’d just used and scoot it out of the way of her hair. Then I dipped my fingers into the chocolatey goo and smeared it onto one of her nipples.

Carly looked down at me, noticing the strange sensation. Her eyes flamed with lust at the sight, and I knew she was a goner when I grinned wickedly and stuck out my tongue to lap up the mess I’d made.

“So sweet,” I murmured as I licked up the cake batter, holding her large breast in my hand and using it to tilt it around so I could get every drop off her skin. Carly whimpered when I swirled my tongue in a sensuous circle and then sucked her hard.

“Fuck, Nate,” she gasped. I wanted to find a way to play that sound in my ears on a permanent loop. While I waited for science to catch up, though, I was happy to keep sucking, kissing, and fucking this woman as much as she’d let me.

“I thought you two were supposed to be baking.” A familiar voice broke through the haze of lust, and I glanced up to see Bennett standing in the doorway, his interview finished at last.

I released Carly’s nipple from my lips with a shameless smack, the suction breaking. Carly yelped, and though I could tell she sort of wanted to cover herself, she realized it wasn’t necessary with Bennett. I’d known it was only a matter of time before the two of them fucked, and clearly, it had happened already, because Bennett was eyeing her bare breasts like he’d been given express written permission to do so.

On a hunch, I said to Ben, “We were, but we got a little distracted. Can you blame me?”

“No,” he answered automatically, still watching Carly, who was caught in a lustful loop, looking back and forth between the two of us like we were two dishes at a buffet and she knew she didn’t have to choose. “Anyone would with Carly around, looking like that.”

“She’s fucking gorgeous,” I agreed, and I loved how I could see her blush go all the way down to her freckled collarbones. I snuck a kiss on those freckles, surprising Carly. I surprised all three of us a little when I looked back to Ben and said, “Hope your interview went well, man. Now, how about you come help me make Carly come?”

His eyes darkened as he took in her reaction, her lips parted in shock, her pupils blown with lust. I knew he’d accept even before he said, “Gladly.”

22

CARLY

Iswear I must have blacked out somewhere between Bennett’s “gladly” and my leggings coming off, but the next thing I knew, I was naked in the kitchen with Nate and Bennett both standing before me, a matching hunger in their eyes.

Clearly, no matter how good the cupcakes baking in the oven smelled, I was the only dessert on the menu for these two.

Bennett was the first one to reach for me, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me against him for a deep, sensual kiss that stole my breath. Meanwhile, Nate came behind me and gently gathered my hair off my neck so he could kiss me there, soft and teasing in a perfect contrast to Bennett’s rare boldness. I was sandwiched between their warm, fully clothed bodies, naked and vulnerable and in heaven.

I broke Ben’s kiss, suddenly too needy to put up with this teasing. Gripping the bright ginger hair at the back of his head, I guided his head lower, cradling him against my tits. Laughing in satisfaction, he obliged, sucking one of my nipples hard into his mouth, lifting the full weight of my large breast up to meet him so he wouldn’t have to bend down too low. It gave me a perfect view of him, the pleasure that had his eyes sliding closed, his light lashes fluttering against his freckled cheek. I sighed as I felt Nate’s large hands massaging my ass, spreading me obscenely at the same time Ben switched to the nipple that must still be sticky with chocolate. But then I felt a sharp slap on my ass, and my breathless sound of contentment turned to a gasp of pleasure-pain.

“Fuck, Carly, I love this fat ass,” Nate growled against the back of my neck as his massaging grew harder. He surprised me with another stinging slap, this time to the other cheek, and my pussy was flooded with desire. Something about being spanked was so hot to me. I wanted him to leave handprints. To smack my ass harder. To bite it, even. “I’d like to fuck it someday soon, if you’d let me.”

Oh, that was an idea. I moaned, which I hoped he would take as a yes.

“I love these,” Bennett echoed Nate’s sentiment as he cupped both of my breasts in his hands and shoved them up into his face. “Perfect. I could spend all day right here.”

The way these two men worshiped my body was a heady, intoxicating thing. I felt a little wobbly on my feet.

That only worsened when Ben started to kiss under my tits and lower, moving to kneel on the linoleum as he trailed a line down toward where I needed him most. Anticipation burned through my blood. He hadn’t eaten my pussy yet, and I was dying to feel his sweet mouth right where I wanted it for the first time. Nate pressed himself against me from behind, the hard outline of his erection pressing into my backside as he wrapped his arms around me with a healthy dose of possessiveness. He was holding me up at this point, giving me the freedom to let loose. “Careful, Benny,” Nate said in a low growl right by my ear that made me shiver. “One taste of Carly’s sweet pussy, and you’ll never get enough.”

“I’m counting on it,” Bennett said, and he parted my full, swollen lips with his fingers to lick into my wetness, right over the hood of my clit.

My knees threatened to buckle. Luckily, Nate had me, holding me against him. He reached one of his big hands up to palm my breast roughly as Bennett continued to taste and explore his new territory, and I was completely claimed by them both. My head fell back against Nate’s shoulder, and he kissed my neck with heat and enthusiasm. He got so much pleasure out of making me come alive that he couldn’t resist lightly grinding his hips into me, either, his hard cock bumping against my ass in a delicious rhythm.

It was already great, this bona fide sensual feast, but because of how I was standing, it was hard for Bennett to have full access to all of my wetness. He had a genius idea, though, and gripped one of my ankles with his delicate hands, encouraging me to put my weight on the other foot so he could lift my foot off the floor. Then, putting his strong arms to good use, he threw my knee over his shoulder, my large thigh pressing against the side of his head, and then I was open to him, utterly exposed, just an inch from his face. I moaned shakily as he dove back in face-first.

“You fucking love having him eat your pussy, don’t you?” Nate growled in my ear as he massaged my tits slow and hard, almost painfully pinching my nipples in a way that made me moan again, even louder. That wasn’t a sufficient answer for him, though. “Answer me, baby. Tell me how good it feels.”

“It feels so fucking good,” I half sobbed as Bennett became more feral, feasting on me, his tongue smashing again and again into my clit as he kissed me hard and wild between my legs. It was overwhelming, hard to focus on the sensations individually, the way he engaged his whole mouth against every slick, sensitive inch of my flesh. It was uncharacteristically imprecise, and that made it all the hotter, feeling and hearing him lose control as he moaned and hummed at the delicious taste of my juices. Every vibration was heaven. “God, it’s so good, Ben. Don’t stop. Please, don’t ever stop.”

“You heard her,” Nate said beside me. He released one of my breasts so he could grip my chin, turning my face toward him so he could kiss me, hard and messy and right. We were both panting when he pulled back, grinning wildly. He spoke to Bennett as he stared into my eyes. “Make her come hard, Ben. Try fucking her with your fingers at the same time as you lick that pretty little clit. Our girl likes to be full.”

“I know how to fuck her,” Bennett growled, but he followed Nate’s orders, anyway. One of his hands came up to spread my lips apart wider, exposing my throbbing clit to the air more and making me feel wanton and sexily on display. The other moved to explore my sopping wet entrance, and when he plunged into me, it was with three fingers at once, hot and fast and tight.

“Oh, my God,” I cried out.

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