Porterhouse (Grade-A Beefcakes 4)

“We’re marrying you,” Cash added, and Bennett nodded his agreement.

I gasped. Marriage? But—

“Someday,” Bennett clarified.

Cash grinned wickedly, leaned down and grabbed my ankle, slowly pulled me closer. “That’s right. We’ll give you a happily ever after, but let’s work on keeping you happy for now.”

“We’ll take it slow,” Bennett added.

I slid slowly across the bed in Cash’s hold. “We’re going to take things nice and slow.”

I gulped and my nipples hardened. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to see anything but this bed for a while.

They stripped me bare, one on either side of me as their hands unbuttoned, roved, caressed. Their lips brushed over the skin revealed, the fingertips sliding over sensitive spots. My dropped my clothes onto the floor where they’d stay.

By the time I was naked, I was ridiculously aroused. I felt like the center of their world. Nothing beyond Cash’s bedroom existed. I was sitting on the edge of the bed as they stood, looking their fill.

“Lie back, baby,” Cash murmured, unbuttoning his shirt. “I want to see if my name on your pussy needs a touch up.”

Oh god. While I was content being naked with them, the idea of lying back and parting my thighs so they could look at the very center of me was a little overwhelming. Suddenly, I felt shy.

Cash must have seen it, for he leaned down, kissed me. “You’re so beautiful. Show me,” he whispered.

I breathed in his clean scent, reveled in his soft smile. I fell back onto the soft blanket, raised my knees up toward my chest.

“Wider,” Bennett said. When I complied, his jaw clenched. He could see everything. Open as I was, they could see my back entrance, my pussy and my clit. How wet I was, how my juices probably coated their names.

Cash and Bennett both dropped to their knees in front of me, each taking hold of one of my ankles, holding me wide. “Tomorrow, Angel. We’ll fix our names tomorrow.”

Cash grunted, his eyes squarely on my pussy. “A permanent marker is going to stay beside the bed.”

Bennett leaned forward, licked me from my puckered opening all the way to my clit. I bucked and they held me still with sure grips on my ankles.

“Bennett!” I cried, squirming. The feel of his tongue was like a bolt of lightning. Hot, sizzling and intense. “I… I’m all wet.”

He lifted his head, grinned. The evidence of just how wet I was coated his lips. “Sweeter than any danish.”

I rolled my eyes, even though I was so needy. “But… but even though I showered, Cash’s cum is still sliding from me.”

Cash groaned, then grinned. “Your panties were ruined.”

“Angel, you think a little cum’s going to stop me from putting my mouth on you?”

“But…” I didn’t want to say that it was Cash’s, that I’d assumed Bennett wouldn’t want to go there.

“I’m not interested in Cash. I don’t find him all that cute.” He smiled and Cash rolled his eyes. “But it makes me hard finding your pussy all coated in cum. Mine or his. That means we’re taking care of you. Giving you what you need.”

When his hand cupped me, started to spread all my wetness all around, I closed my eyes and gave over. His fingers slid inside me, slowly fucked me, taking the time to rub over my g-spot, press, then move back out. Around my clit and over the side that made me sooo hot. Lower. In. Out.

I heard the sound of a lid pop open, then a cold, slick finger at my bottom.

I gasped and looked down my body. Bennett was playing with my pussy and Cash’s finger was circling my back entrance. The extra sensation was so intense I cried out.

“Easy,” Cash murmured. “Nice and slow.”

“She likes a little pressure. Just the tip inside,” Bennett told him, as if he were sharing how I liked my coffee.

“We always give you more than just the tip, don’t we, baby?” Cash asked, adding pressure so his finger slipped inside.