“Yes,” I nod slowly, drugged from the lust rushing through me.
I look between the two of them, my heart pounding in my chest. This is it… the moment of no return.
As Hank pulls me into his arms again, his lips seek out my own, I know there’s no going back.
And for the first time in my life, I’m okay with it.
Without another word, Hank joins Ben on the bed, the two of them working in tandem as they tease and touch me in ways I never thought possible.
From behind me, Ben reaches to find my waist, drawing me to sit down on him, on his hard erection that is nearly identical to Hank’s.
“You ready for this?” he growls in my ear before his tongue flicks against my earlobe.
“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, please.”
Achingly slow and gentle, Ben pushes himself inside of me, in one long, sure stroke. The burn is instantaneous but not unbearable. In fact, it’s the opposite—it’s a burn that leaves me wanting more.
“Breathe,” Hank murmurs.
“There’s more to me,” Ben whispers.
Oh shit!
I comply, panting as Ben slowly fills me up.
Hank’s hands slide underneath me to tease my clit, his fingers circling rhythmically.
“Keep breathing, baby,” he instructs, and I do so as he says, pressing back against Ben, a moan escaping from between my lips at the feel of him inside me. So deep, so perfect.
“Fuck yes,” Ben grunts through gritted teeth. “You’re so fucking tight. How does that feel, Mac?”
“Good. Really good,” I mumble, dropping my head back onto his broad shoulder.
Ben’s fingers dig into my hips, lifting me up so he almost pulls all the way out before plunging back in again, even deeperthis time. My back arches as a wave of pleasure washes over me. He does it again. Then again. Burying his full length deep into me.
“That’s it, baby,” Hank croons in my ear. “You’re doing so good.”
Ben sets a slow, steady pace, his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust. Hank’s fingers never leave my clit, his eyes locked onto mine like he can read my mind.
As if on cue, I feel myself teetering on the edge of oblivion. The pressure starts to build and swirl...
“Oh god,” I pant. “I’m...I’m...”
“That’s right, darlin’,” Hank growls, his voice thick with lust. “Cum for us.”
With those words, I’m lost, tumbling over the edge and into the abyss. Wave after wave of pleasure crash over me like the waves of the lake outside.
And just when I think it can’t get any better, I feel Hank’s hot breath in my ear. “It’s my turn now.”
As Ben collapses onto the bed beside me, Hank flips me onto the edge of the bed so that I am on all fours, staring straight at Ben who is laying on his back, peering up at me with half lidded eyes.
Hank, still rock hard, and just as thick as Ben, lines up with me and pushes in. Once more the burn is instantaneous, but this time, it feels different. It builds and rises through me.
He moves slowly at first, grunting with each deep thrust.
“Damn, Mac,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “You feel even better than I could have ever imagined.”
My fingers curl around the bedsheet with white knuckles as Hank picks up the pace, his strokes becoming longer, and stronger.