“Bad girl,” Ben growled in his deep, sexy voice, spanking me fast and hard. “When your mate says clothes off, I need them off fast.”
My pussy clenched at the dirty talk. I held still for it, loving every punishing swat. The sting morphed into heat… everywhere. After a dozen or so, he lifted and turned me to face the side of the bed, where Gibson had dropped to his knees.
“You’d better suck off your alpha or he’s going to destroy you with that boner you gave him in the truck.”
Gibson helped me by unbuttoning his jeans and freeing his erection. Without using my hands, I opened my mouth and took in his swollen, purple head, sucking off the salty drop of pre-cum. “That’s right,” he crooned, pulling my hair away from my face. “Show me you’re a good girl. Suck my cock.”
Oh hell, yes. They’d said they wanted to take care of me, and I felt it now. This was kink, hell yes, but it was more, too. It was what I’d been missing, the knowing that they would always be mine. I didn’t need their tattoos as proof. Not any longer.
Gibson’s dirty talk made me crazy, and the need to please him—please both my mates—had me bobbing eagerly over his length, hollowing my cheeks out to suck as hard as I could.
Ben continued to pepper my ass with hard spanks, then he pushed my knees wider and delivered five stinging spanks to my pussy.
I moaned around Gibson’s length, and he tugged on my hair to pull me off him. Through my lashes, I looked up at him, my pussy tingling from more than the spanking.
Gibson’s mouth was pressed into a thin line, and the tendons in his neck were taut. He was holding himself back, and I didn’t want that any longer. I looked to Ben who was shucking his clothes.
Kneeling between them, I put my finger to my mouth, licked it then ran it down the center of my body to cup my pussy. With my other hand, I reached back and set my palm against my ass, my middle finger dipping into the seam. “Fuck me. Make me yours.”
Both growled, low and deep, and I thought I was going to be pounced on, but Ben climbed onto the bed with me, pulled me into his arms and kissed me. His hands roamed my body, but others joined. Two sets touched me. Caressed me. Played with my breasts, teased my pussy. They learned every inch of me until Ben was holding me up, that their touches were too much and not enough all at the same time.
“Please,” I panted.
“No more condoms,” Ben said, his voice ragged. I looked into his dark eyes, saw every promise they’d spoken aloud.
“No more condoms,” Gibson repeated, kissing along the line of my neck. “Our bites on your neck, our cum in your pussy.”
That had to be the hottest thing I’d ever heard, and I whimpered. “Make me yours.”
“Remember, kitten. We claim our mate at the same time,” Gibson said. “I get your pussy.”
“And I get your ass,” Ben added. “You’ll get both our dicks and our teeth.”
I was so turned on. Impossibly so. I’d never even considered taking two guys at the same time before, but now, it was the only thing I could think about. I needed it. Them. Both of them claiming me at once. As if I were what put us together, made us a family. A trio that could never be torn apart.
“Please,” I begged.
“Such a pretty sound.” Gibson dropped onto the bed, his head on the pillow. I hadn’t even noticed when he’d taken off his clothes, but he was so strong, so potent with his dick sticking straight up as he laid there.
I licked my lips, the taste of him still on my tongue. I wanted him back in my mouth, but I wanted him in my pussy more. Bare.
He curled a finger. “Crawl up to me, little cowgirl. Climb on and take my dick for a ride.”
I didn’t need to be told twice, moving so I straddled his lean hips. Rising, I got him beneath me then shifted, so the flared crown was notched at my entrance, and I lowered down.
“Fuck, I love watching you take him.” Ben slid his hand over my ass, as if he couldn’t resist.
I took all of Gibson then set my hands on his chest and began to ride, lifting and lowering, following my pleasure. They let me drive for I didn’t know how long, but then, Gibson hooked a hand behind my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. My breasts pressed into his chest, and he widened his legs, spreading mine wider and wider.
The bed dipped as Ben moved into the space. I heard a lid flip open right before the cool drizzle of lube slid over my back entrance. Where that had come from, I had no idea. Their truck maybe? They were that prepared to take me. “My finger first, kitten,” Ben murmured, and he began to play. Just as he said, his fingertip circled the lubricant around my back entrance then began to work it inside. I moaned against Gibson’s lips as Ben slipped inside. Only slightly at first, but with more and more lube, deeper.