Page 65 of An Indecent Longing

She could barely breathe when Ben finally released her mouth. But when he shifted away from her, she sucked in enough air to protest.

“No, don’t—”

“Hang tight, sweetheart.” Ben’s smile made it harder for her to breathe. “Just getting more comfortable.”

Somehow he maneuvered until he was spread out beside her, still holding her hands above her head and his mouth on her neck.

And Ian…

Ian’s hands swooped down her thighs then back up again, but this time on the inside, spreading her legs until he could kneel between them.

“Breathe, Dorrie.”

Ben’s voice in her ear made her suck in a quick gasp that only proved how out of breath she really was.

“Ian’s going to make you feel even better. Trust me. You trust me, don’t you, Dorrie?”

Her gaze connected with Ben’s. She feared if she looked down, she might actually freak out.

“I do, though I’m not sure I should.”

Ben’s smile and the glint in his eyes shouldn’t have had that effect on her, shouldn’t have made her feel so out of control.

Ben must have seen something in her eyes that made his narrow, but she managed to shake her head.

“Don’t let me go.”

His smile made her gut tighten, and when he leaned in to kiss her again, she tried to relax back into the bed, though she knew that wouldn’t happen.

“No danger of that.”

She wanted to say something else, but he kissed her again, harder this time, his hands tightening around her wrists as she felt the first brush of Ian’s stubbled chin against her thigh.

She jerked against their holds as fire flashed through her body. Her back arched, her breasts tight and achy as she sought more. More heat, more pressure.

Ben’s kiss was more playful, but his hold was just as tight as Ian’s had been. But now Ian’s hold loosened and she wanted to protest.

Until he put his mouth between her legs.

She moaned into Ben’s mouth as Ian sucked on her ultra-sensitive labia through her lace underwear. Already damp from her own desire, her panties clung to the plump lips as Ian used his tongue to make her even wetter.

The dual stimulation stole her last shred of control and she gave herself over to their desire.

Ian’s hands began to knead her thighs while his tongue continued to lap at her core, coaxing her body closer to breaking apart.

And Ben… He kissed her like he needed her to breathe.

Until that moment, she’d almost forgotten that Ben held her arms but now she needed her hands. Needed to touch them. Was dying to touch them.

But as hard as she tugged, Ben wouldn’t release her. The restraint ramped her frustrated need even higher. She could barely breathe, each new sensation stealing more air from her lungs until she had to break away from Ben’s kiss to gasp. Then Ben transferred his attention from her mouth to trail kisses down her throat, switching hands on her wrists so he could use the other on her breasts.

Ben’s kisses combined with Ian’s concentrated attention to her clit and she began to fight their hold. She didn’t want to get away. She only wanted to participate.

But her motions only made Ian and Ben push her harder.

“Let go, Dorrie.” Ben blew a cool stream of air across her nipple as he cupped her breast in his hand. “Don’t fight.”

She barely understood him, her body under a spell she couldn’t seem to break.

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