Page 19 of Theirs

“You’ve only told me like, ten times,” I say smiling. Ben makes me so giddy. I loved my date with Colin and he was so fun and flirty, but I really want to see where this thing with Ben is going.

Ben dips his hands under my dress, and I glance over to see if Colin is still awake.

“You wanna wake him up?” Ben whispers into my ear.

I pull back from him, startled, trying to prevent him from moving up my dress. “What?”

“It’s okay if you want him to watch, or join,” Ben says, finding the edge of my cotton panties. “I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”

“That’s kind of weird, Ben,” I say, removing his hand from my thigh. I miss it the second his skin leaves mine. “What about Mac and Alex? What if they see?”

“You know Alexander,” Benjamin says, rolling his eyes. “He probably won’t look at any of us the entire time we’re on our weekend getaway. And Mac is working on finalizing a project, he’s busy.”

I take one last glance at sleeping Colin, and then look back at Ben.

“Baby, I’m so hungry,” Ben pleads, giving me the look of a puppy. “Please...”

I bite my lip, and take one last look to make sure the guys in front aren’t paying attention to us, and glance at our plane location on the map on the flatscreen in front of us. We’re still an hour from our destination. I lift my hips out of the seat and reach under my dress to pull my panties down. Ben’s already got his seatbelt undone and kneels on the floor in front of me, placing his hands on my knees to spread my thighs open.

“Thank you,” he says. I grip my underwear in my hand as Ben lifts the hem of my dress over his head, disappearing from my view. The second his mouth makes contact with my core, I have to press a hand to my mouth to prevent the moan from coming out.

If he’s this good at giving oral, I wonder just how good actual sex is with him. Ben groans against my wet pussy, and I glance around to see if he’s drawn any of the men’s attention.

I swat him on the head. “Benjamin Donaghue, shush or I’ll pull you out of there right now!”

He chuckles against me, and I relax back in my seat as he pleasures me slower than the last time, like he’s trying to savor it this time around. Without looking, Ben finds the button to recline my seat so I’m more comfortable, I lean my head back, and close my eyes. I thought the first time he did this to me that it was a one-time thing, something to convince me to reciprocate, but I don’t think it’s that. I also thought maybe I was so rusty in bed, that the orgasm was a fluke.

But as Ben starts sucking on my clit, and rubbing his fresh stubble against my bare pussy, I feel my pleasure building. I reach my right hand out to grip the arm rest, dropping my underwear, but I’m met with a hand, threading fingers with mine.

I squeeze the hand tightly, and it squeezes back, but then I realize...

Both of Ben’s hands are gripping my thighs, keeping my legs spread. Just as my orgasm finds its way out of me, I open my eyes and turn my head to see Colin staring at me, a look of heat in his eyes as he watches me cum. Instead of that bringing my orgasm to an end, holding his gaze has my walls clenching again.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp, and Colin leans over and uses his other hand to stroke my jaw.

“That’s a good girl,” he says, and I relax as Ben removes his mouth from me and lifts his head out from under my dress. A smirk on his lips.

I take a deep breath and shake my head, looking away from both of the men. “You guys are trying to kill me. Seriously.”

Ben laughs and I lean forward in my seat, licking his lips clean like the last time. I could taste myself on him for the rest of forever. The smile he always gives me afterwards makes me feel like a queen.

“Um,” I say, leaning back. “Do you have anything I can clean myself up with?”

“I can grab some toilet paper from the bathroom,” Colin says, unbuckling his seatbelt, but Ben just smirks and shakes his head.

“I’ve got an idea, be right back,” Ben says, standing up and heading to the front of the jet. He approaches Mac and Mac just tries to wave him away, but Ben holds out his hand and asks him a question again. Reluctantly, Mac pulls out his white pocket square and hands it over to Ben who is grinning ear to ear when he walks back to us, waving the pocket square like a flag.

“Milady,” he says, kneeling down in front of me and slipping the pocket square under my dress to gently wipe any remnants of my orgasm. I blush as he wipes me clean.

“You’re not actually going to give that back to Mac, are you?” Colin asks, laughing.

Ben shrugs his shoulders and heads back up, placing the wet pocket square in Mac’s hand. Colin and I watch as Mac starts to fold the square back up, but then stops and brings it up to his nose. My cheeks flame as Mac looks up at a grinning Ben and then back to us, staring at me like I’ve just put a scuff on his brand new shoes.

“Well,” Colin says. “Can’t say that this was a boring flight.”

I sink down in my seat, and cover my face mortified.

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