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I moan as he holds my hips that little bit tighter. It’s not the punishing grip that Topher would use, but it sends flutters across my stomach all the same.
“Rip them off me,” I choke out, running my fingers through his hair as he drops down to his knees. He doesn’t immediately tug them down, instead, he buries his face into my crotch area, pressing soft kisses over the fabric.
I groan, not sure if the heat that fills me is from arousal or mortification, especially when his tongue gets to work, teasing me through the cotton. I whimper, my hands reaching up to grip his hair, to hold him in place.
“All right,” I say, my voice thick with desire. I’m holding his hair firmly, barely letting his head move away, as I speak. “I’ll make you a deal. You pull these panties down, and actually tease me… and in return?—”
I groan as he tugs my panties down my thighs, barely pausing in his tongue movements. My grip on his hair tightens as he connects with bare skin.
So bloody talented.
“In return, you get to come right after,” I pant, wanting to actually offer him the reward that I know he’ll want.
“Oh, darling, that was a given,” Ben coos, his tone so undoubtedly not him. I fan myself, and he laughs.
His hazel eyes sparkle with lust, the blue flecks darker than usual, and he pulls back momentarily, his hands gripping my knees and spreading them apart a little wider. I gasp softly, the air causing a chill over my sensitive area despite the heat of the shower, before he returns to his task.
His tongue moves in slow, deliberate strokes, building me towards that peak, as promised. I squirm against him, my grip on his hair weakening as the sensations build and build.
If it wasn’t for the counter, I’d be a puddle on the floor.
“Ben.” My word is a gasp as he sucks on me hard. My skin breaks out in goosebumps, and I throw my head back. It bangs on the mirror, but I don’t care.
“You’re so fucking wet for me,” Ben hisses. “I need to be inside you so fucking badly.”
“Then do it,” I plead.
“It’s such a good thing that your shower has a seat,” Ben says, his low voice so mesmerising. He runs his hands up and down my bare legs. Sparks fly between us, the intensity of them only pushing us that closer together.
“Why?” I’m breathless and weak at the knees, so, unable to follow along.
My cheeky mate laughs and lifts me into his arms. He stumbles slightly and gives me a funny look. “Are you putting weight on?”
I slap his bare chest, and he frowns. “Do not insult my weight, Benjamin Wolfe, or you’ll not only be banned from having sex with me for a month, but you’ll be forced to watch as your brothers take their turn.”
He freezes, a deer in headlights expression on his face, before it is taken over by something else entirely. Lust.
“Oh, yes, please,” he says, nodding. “Can I taste you afterwards?”
I frown. “I’m sorry, what?”
“Can I taste you, after they’ve fucked you? Can I?—”
“Let’s just stop this conversation now because my vagina is drying out to the point that if you keep talking, I think it’s going to seal itself back up entirely.”
“Can it do that?”
“You wanted the shower seat, why?” I whine.
The mood has shifted, a slightly less lust-filled atmosphere, and instead, it’s back to being sweet and even light. Ben’s not usually as intense as the rest of his brothers, and it’s nice for us to be able to have the comedy involved, too.
Or at least, I’m pretending it’s a comedy.
“So that I can go down on you while you sit comfortably on the seat,” Ben says, smirking at me. “You know, I’m magnanimous like that.”
“Do you even know what magnanimous means?”
He enters the shower and places me down on the seat. The stream of water hits my shins and feet but nothing else as Ben closes the door behind us.
