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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 verydifferent. 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.
“It doesn’t have to be over yet,” I say, waiting for more of a response from him. I feel his mouth curve into a grin and the clatter of a bowl on the counter beside me.
“Hey!” Matt says.
I yelp as something cold and gloopy is smeared over my nipple. “What are you?” Ben’s mouth closes over it before I push him away.
“Don’t do that,” I say, laughing.
“Why not? You told me I could do what I wanted to you.”
“You can’t eat raw batter.”
“Why not? I used to lick the spoons at my grandmother’s house when she was baking,” Ben says.
“But there are bacteria and…”
He bites down on my nipple, and I gasp.
“Are you saying my macarons are full of germs, Joss?” I twist my head to see Matt leaning against the table, watching us, and shaking his head. “And Ben, I can’t sell the macarons I was going to make with that in the shop now that you’ve stuck your grubby fingers in it.”
“What’s wrong with you all? First there are bacteria in the batter, now my fingers are filthy,” Ben complains. He’s grinning and clearly not regretting his actions, but there’s something… whatever.
I groan at the excessive use of alliteration, “I think you’ve been doing that play too long, Ben.” Then my back is bowing as he sucks my nipple deep into his mouth and gently bites down on it.
“We should talk,” Matt says.
“We are talking,” Ben says, pouting.
“No,” Matt insists, “what you’re doing is distracting yourself and turning this into a fun game when this evening needs to be about more than that.”
Ben looks at me, pulls me in for a kiss, and then lets me go. “Yeah, you’re right.” He sighs and steps away from me, leaving me naked on the kitchen counter. I slide off it and reach behind me for the robe and slip it back on.
“Aww,” Ben says, frowning as I pull the belt tight around my waist. I step up close to him and put myarms around his neck, kissing him. I slide my hand down to circle his cock, which hardens almost immediately. Footsteps behind me are the only warning I get before there’s a sharp spank on my butt.
“Hey,” I complain.
“Time to talk,” Matt insists. I pout, and bring my hand up to rest on his chest. He’s pulled boxers on, but nothing else and Ben is still fully dressed now that he’s zipped his cock back in side his jeans. His soaking wet jeans.
“You should get out of those wet clothes,” I say.
“Joss, stop delaying… No,” Matt sighs. “You’re right. You’re shivering Ben. Why on earth didn’t you get a taxi home?”
