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“Ignore what Preston is going to do. Let me taste you and touch you.”
Benson’s smoother than whiskey words caused ripples of lust to ignite her. How was she supposed to concentrate on what Benson was about to do when Preston was making small circles with his finger inches from where she wanted his mouth to be?
Ariel tried to scoot down in order to have some contact with Preston’s lips, or heaven forbid his cock, but Benson placed a hand on her stomach to prevent her from moving.
“What did I say about not paying attention to him?”
For real? “I can’t help it. He was teasing me too much.”
“So that’s what turns you on? I can tease with the best of them.”
Instead of the kiss she expected, Benson leaned over her breast and circled the nipple with his tongue while he brushed the other tip ever so lightly with his palm. The promise of what was to come caused a moan to climb up her throat and threatened to erupt. Not good.
Wanting to know how much teasing Benson could take, she ran a finger across the tip of his cock. She would have grabbed more, but he was mostly out of reach.
“That is off limits, darling,” Benson whispered. “At least until I tell you to touch me.”
Ariel lifted her head. “Was there a law I failed to read?”
He grinned. “I like your smart mouth, but I’ll be taking care of that in a moment.”
The man was adorably insufferable.
As if Preston wanted to take her attention away from Benson, he pressed on her clit. Her heart jumped. Her pussy spasmed. Her senses overloaded.
Just then, Benson pinched her nipple, sending a shaft of pure need through her. She swore the men were able to communicate silently with each other. How else could they know when and how to keep her off balance?
Before she was able to make any more suggestions about what she’d like them to do—or what she’d like to do to them—Preston slipped two fingers into her wet hole. Instantly, he located a spot so sensitive that she had to plant her feet on the mattress to lift up. Benson’s hand on her stomach increased its pressure.
“No moving,” Benson demanded.
“I thought there were three of us in bed—not one. Don’t we all have an equal say?”
“Ouch. You need to take up law. You’re good at arguing your case.”
“Benson, she has a point.” Preston withdrew his fingers for a few seconds and then drove them into her once more. A need for his cock took her breath away.
“Please.”
“Sweetheart, go ahead and move all you want, but don’t say Benson didn’t warn you.”
CHAPTERELEVEN
Warn her?What did Preston mean? Ariel was referring to the fact that by not moving, he was basically forcing her climax to build and build. Coming too soon would make her look inexperienced. Then Preston’s words registered. “Care to explain?”
“My warning was in regards to Benson. He likes to tie up his woman so he can do to her what he wants. But don’t worry. You can always tell him to stop.”
Tie me up?The idea was intriguing yet kind of frightening at the same time. She might be open to it under the right circumstances, however. “Am I to assume that the two of you have double-teamed a woman many times before?”
“There’s only you now,” Benson replied, not answering her question. The man always could deliver a good comeback.
When Benson captured her lips once more, all thoughts of responding to his comment flew away as waves of pleasure washed over her from top to bottom.
It was when Preston withdrew his fingers from her pussy and licked her clit that Ariel lost it. She grabbed Benson’s shoulder as she moaned into his mouth, drowning in a sea of passion.
Benson leaned back and smiled. “Did you like what Preston was doing to you?”
“What kind of question is that? What do you think?”
