Page 20 of The Devil's Daughter

As much as my body aches for more direct contact, Ben needs this more than I do, so I tentatively give him a stroke, squeezing a little as I move my hand.

“Fuuuck,” he drawls, curling his hips into my hand, then back. “Need you so bad, Ellie.”

“I’m here,” I whisper, my gaze still fixed on Drake’s dark stare. His cheeks are flushed, a vein throbbing in his temple. He drops his eyes down to stare at where my hand is wrapped tight around Ben’s cock, and his breathing quickens.

Without speaking, Ben grabs Drake’s hand where it still rests against his collarbone and drags it down. The heavy warmth and softness of Drake’s palm glides over the back of my hand before settling lower, where he cups Ben’s balls and gently strokes.

“Better than your dream, huh?” Drake says, his voice breaking.

Ben grunts and grabs the back of Drake’s neck. “Pretty sure this is still a dream,” he says as he yanks Drake into a fevered kiss.

Between them, Drake’s hard cock presses against my knuckles through his shorts, and he grinds it against my hand. He and Ben kiss like ravenous animals, and then in a rustle of fabric and movement, Drake shoves his shorts down and grabs my wrist, forcing me to release Ben to take hold of him instead.

He groans against Ben’s mouth when I tighten my fist around his length and give his cock a long, slow stroke. He’s longer than Ben, and not quite as thick, but they’re both bigger than the toy I use to get myself off.

The two of them press tighter together, both their stiff, hot shafts vying for contact. I try to grab them both, my hand only reaching partway around, but when I manage to press them together, they let out simultaneous gasps.

I push myself up on my free hand so I can see, and I’m transfixed by the view of both their taut, hard bellies and thick cocks meeting. Drake’s shorts are only halfway down his thighs, his feet tangled up in the sheets with Ben’s. He drags his mouth off Ben’s and gives me a feverish look.

“Let me see you,” he says. “Get rid of that towel.”

He pushes my hand away from their cocks and takes over, able to grasp them both. Ben hisses and stares down between them, hips jacking involuntarily against Drake.

I’m painfully aroused by this unexpected development and need something more, but watching them is almost too enticing a distraction. Baring myself to them both will probably make me implode, but I manage to scramble off the bed again.

They both direct their attention to me, Drake releasing their cocks so he can shed his shorts completely.

“Take it off,” he demands when I just stand and stare for a second.

My god, is this happening? With Ben? He’s always just been a friend, but the desperation in his voice was unmistakable when he said he needed me. And with Drake… myboss, who has a kink for watching me on camera.

I hope he does more than watch now, because I don’t think I can stand it if they don’t touch me.

Swallowing hard, I tug at the front of my towel, and it falls to my feet in a heap. Ben pushes himself up onto one elbow and slides over, leaving a narrow band of sheet between him and Drake. Drake scoots back to the edge of the bed and pats the spot between them.

With a shaky breath, I climb onto the bed and crawl between them, hyperaware of how intently they both watch me. The second I’m within reach, Ben extends his hand and curls his fingers at the back of my skull.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” His words are hot against my mouth before he takes my breath with a hungry kiss. I fall against him, opening so our tongues dance, still hyperaware of Drake’s solid weight and heat behind me.

Drake presses his soft lips to my shoulder, dragging one hand down my side and over my hip, then back up and around to cup one breast. He lightly pinches my nipple, forcing me to gasp and release Ben’s mouth. He pulls me back against his chest, hips and hard length bucking against my ass, his lips hot against my ear.

“This is my filthiest fantasy come true, you know. I want to watch you come with his dick buried inside you. I want to taste his cum dripping out of you.”

“Sh-Shouldn’t we have protection?” I venture, though I’m not sure where the brief blast of clarity comes from. I’m awash in pleasure as Ben dips his head to take one nipple in his mouth while Drake teases the other with his fingertips. Drake pulls me tighter against him, curling his free hand beneath my jaw to pin me back against him.

“I am very thorough when I vet new employees, Elle. You’re on the pill, and the twins are clean—so am I. Nothing’s going to come between any of us.”

Any of us. It isn’t until this moment that it hits me who’s missing, and that Drake somehow managed to include Baz in the statement, as if he fully expects him to be involved at some point. I don’t have time to pursue that thought any further, though, because Drake slips his fingers between my thighs and begins to stroke, the slick friction driving every last thought from my head.

Ben rises onto his knees, staring down at me with eyes blazing. He shakes his head and blinks as if he doesn’t quite believe what he’s seeing, then licks his palm and wraps his hand around his cock.

“You’re not going to waste it jerking off, are you?” Drake asks.

“Man, the second I slide in, I’ll lose it. I want to last.”

“Let her use her mouth on you. Would you do that for him, Elle?”

He nudges my shoulder, and I have no other answer but “yes,” even though I don’t have a clue what to do. When Drake releases me, I crawl toward Ben. He stares down when I reach for him, releasing the base of his cock for me to take over.

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