Page 144 of An Indecent Longing

“Steady, Dorrie.” Ben’s voice sounded so close and yet muffled. “It’ll hurt but only in a good way.”

She barely understood his words but she understood the meaning.

Sucking in a deep breath, she stilled, waiting. But Ian put his hand on her chin and tilted her mouth up to his.

As his taste seeped into her mouth, she felt Ben’s fingers spread slickness around the pucker of her ass before he penetrated her with one finger.

The fullness made her groan as he worked her, Ian holding steady as his arms wrapped around her shoulders to hold her tight and still.

Every sense heightened, pushing her closer to the edge of a climax that made it hard for her to breathe.

But Ian continued to ravage her mouth and Ben now used two fingers to spread her.

The dual penetration was too much and not enough. She needed more. Needed—

Abruptly, Ben slid his fingers free and she sagged against Ian. But in the next second, she felt the thick head of Ben’s cock at that entrance, pressing against her. The burn felt almost too hot to take as Ben worked his way inside her, the fullness of two cocks inside her body a pleasure as much as it was pain.

She heard one of her men groan. Or maybe it’d been both. She couldn’t tell. She only knew that when they began to move, the pleasure outweighed everything else.

Tearing her mouth away from Ian’s, she turned her head to the side so she could breathe, squeezing her eyes shut tight. She tried to concentrate on only one sensation at a time, as if she could somehow manage it that way.

But the fire spreading through her veins was too much.

The men had found a rhythm that made them shudder against her while she shook, trying to hold on, but she wasn’t sure she knew why she wanted to.

She wanted to fly. Wanted to—

Her orgasm snapped like a broken rubber band and she clenched around them.

Both men swore in different harsh tones, their voices cracking over her with the force of a whip and making her jerk between them. They held her down, held her tight.

And it was perfect.

* * * * *

“This bed is way too fucking small,” Ian grumbled as he lay on his side, one arm thrown around her waist, her back against his chest.

She didn’t know how long they’d been lying here but Dorrie wasn’t at all tired. Well, maybe a little. But mostly, she just wanted them. Again. Maybe always.

From above her, she heard Ben laugh. “Dude, your ass isn’t the one hanging over the side of the bed. Quit bitching.”

“Maybe your ass is just too big.”

“Dorrie thinks my ass is just fine, don’t you, hon?”

She giggled, an honest-to-God giggle that she immediately stifled.

“I don’t think your ass is too big. And I think Ian’s right. My bed is way too small with the both of you in it.”

“You know what that means, don’t you?”

She really hoped she did but she needed to hear them say it.

Looking up at Ben, she didn’t have to wait long for him to answer his own question.

“It means you’re coming home with us and staying this time.”

Behind her, she felt Ian still, waiting for her response.

“For how long?”

“For however long you want to stay.” Ian’s arm tightened around her waist. “If you need a date, I guess my answer to that is, unload this place and move it.”

Hope made her heart race and she looked up at Ben, who smiled.

“What he said. So what do you say, Dorrie?” Ian leaned down to nip at her ear. “Are you coming home with us?”

“Absolutely.”

The End