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“I’m sorry, Ben.”
He stiffens and his face falls and I realise he’s taken my words the wrong way.
“No!” I say. “That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry you’re feeling like this. Like… I don’t know. I don’t understand. Why are you thinking like this?”
“I don’t know, Jocelyn. But I just need… I just need this. To know. To be sure. Even if it’s just this once. To know that… that my wants and needs count, too.”
“Of course they do,” I whisper. “Just tell me what you want me to do.”
“I want you to do whatever I tell you,” he says.
I smile up at him. “I can do that.”
He nods briefly, acknowledging my words, and then he kisses a path down my face and neck before sucking my nipple into his mouth. He gives the other one the same attention, then gently bites down on it before straightening up. His hands move to my thighs and he pushes my legs wide apart, smiling when I let him.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers and I think he’s going to go down on me, but instead he opens his fly and pulls out his cock. He’s already hard so he lines up our bodies and slides easily inside me. I cry out as he moves, hard and fast, and drop back onto my elbows, staring down along my stomach at the place where we’re joined, loving the feel of him inside me, as if he’s a missing part of me, a piece that completes me. I smile at the sight of the patches of green body paint I’ve heard so many complaints about from Matt, then frown.
“Where did the purple come from?”
He stops thrusting, leaving just the tip of himself inside me.
“What?”
“The purple body paint.” There’s silence for a moment I wiggle a little, trying to force him inside me and thankfully he thrusts inside me again, then holds his position and sighs.
“Jocelyn—”
“Ben?”
“Well…”
“Just tell me. Please.”
“It’s Alicia’s. She was trying it on again tonight after the show and—”
“Is that why you’re so upset?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know. Yes.”
He looks at me, then rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry. She just… she just put all these doubts in my head about us. And…”
Whatever she said to him, it’s resonated with something, some fear he has about us. And I know we have no choice but to try and work our way through it all tonight. I glance over at Matt who is still whisking his batter, but looking over at us at the same time, clearly as concerned as I am.
Ben starts to move again, and I watch his face, see the way his jaw clenches with each thrust, see the way he focuses on moving me so that he’s hitting the more responsive places inside me. My two men are so very different. Even blindfolded, I can always tell who is inside me.
I hear Matt moving around, metal trays clanging together in the sink, china bowls being stacked.
“Lean back,” he says and I do. Then he pulls my hips a little further forward until I’m over the cabinet edge. He spreads me wider, keeping his eyes on where his cock slides in and out of my body. And suddenly he throws his head back and groans as he comes. I expect him to pull out and get me off, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans in and kisses me sweetly on the lips, making sure his body stays pressed against mine, his cock still buried inside me.
His breathing is deep and uneven, and he’s holding onto me tighter than usual.
“Are you all right?” I whisper.
“I’m sorry, Joss,” he whispers, and my stomach turns to lead.
“What? Why?” I push him back, trying to see his face. Is he regretting this? About to tell me it’s over or—
“I didn’t make you come,” he says, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
