Love Under Two Benedicts (10 page)

“I can handle you. Both of you. I want to take whatever you give me.
 
I want it all.”

Chapter 9

They moved so quickly Kelsey could barely catch her breath. One moment she’d issued the most daring challenge of her life, and the next she’d been stretched out on the bed, the two men on either side of her, one holding her wrists above her head, the other pinning her two legs beneath one of his.

“So, you want us to spank you. What else do you like? What other things would you have us do to you?” Matthew stroked his hand over her breasts, pausing just a moment to tweak her nipples, then smoothed his palm down her body, stopping just above her mound.

“We want to fulfill every one of your fantasies.” Steven used a finger to trace her lips, then dipped it into her mouth to bring some of her moisture to them.

“I didn’t know.” They captivated her. Their touch was so arousing, so
necessary
, she could find no words to give them beyond that. Everything inside her felt ready to combust. She’d never been so aroused.

“You didn’t know that you wanted us to spank you until now?” Matthew’s voice turned tender, settling in her like something warm and comforting. An alarm bell sounded in her head, but she turned it off. She didn’t want to think. She simply wanted to
feel
. Instead of answering him in words, she simply shook her head no.

“And you don’t have any idea what all you might like, or need?” Steven’s tone matched his brother’s.

Again, she could do little more than shake her head.

“Well, now. I would say the possibilities for us are endless.” Matthew leaned down and kissed her, a gentle, questing kiss that wooed her lips and teased her senses.

When he moved back, Steven moved in, his kiss just as light and just as intoxicating. “So we’ll tell you what. Anything you can think of, we’ll try. Anything
we
can think of, we’ll try. And all you have to do at anytime is say stop. Does that work for you?”

Kelsey looked from one to the other. They wore equal expressions, a mix of tenderness and arousal. They were offering to make every one of her fantasies come true. They’d mentioned something before, something she never would have believed she could share with anyone, let alone have made real.

She swallowed hard. “I want…” Her heart pounded, and a delicious tremor nestled low in her belly. A few butterflies? More like a swarm of them. She licked her suddenly dry lips. Until now, she’d never let herself crave or demand. Here and now, craving and demanding weren’t just allowed, they’d somehow become mandatory. “I want what you offered last night. I want the spanking, yes, but last night you said, both of you at once. I want both of your cocks inside me at the same time.”

“You want one cock in your pussy and one in your ass?” Matthew’s hand continued to stroke her, low on her belly and down her left leg. He moved so that he no longer pinned her but lifted her leg over his hip, opening her to their view. He held her in place so she couldn’t hide herself even if she wanted to. Of course, a tiny part of her wanted to, but that side of her that cried out to do and explore and to live was getting louder and louder. Did she want the fantasy of double penetration to become real?

“
Yes
.” How could she tell them being taken that way had always been her secret fantasy? How could she tell them that when she had sexual dreams, they would be about that? Always in the past, the image would steal into her mind in the middle of the night. Two men, nameless, faceless, would arouse her, use her, in just that way. She’d always awaken in the middle of a fierce orgasm that somehow left her unsatisfied and with a sense that her dream had been naughty. Her fantasy felt naughty no more.

“Anything. Everything,” Matthew said. In that instant, she could have wept with joy because they understood her.

This might be only sex, but there existed a connection here. They
got
her. That might be scary. She’d worry about that later.

Matthew reached up, cupped her face with one hand, and turned her head so their gazes met. “We won’t hurt you, sweetheart. There may be just a bit of pain, a tiny bit to spice the arousal. It should never hurt. Do you understand? So if you want our cocks in your ass, we’ll give them to you. In stages.”

“In stages?”
 
Kelsey wasn’t insulted by the look of indulgent teasing that came into his eyes, nor the way he flicked his gaze to his brother.

“You have to be stretched first, baby,” Steven explained. “We have toys.”

Crinkling her nose, she said, “I hope you’ve sterilized them since the last time you used them.”

Matthew roared with laughter while Steven just put his head down on her chest and chuckled silently.

“These are brand new toys, Kelsey, never before used. We went shopping a few weeks ago, online, with you in mind.”

“Oh.” It seemed too surreal that while she still had been unaware of their desire for her, they’d been thinking of her, of this, and had gone shopping for toys. She felt her face heat. She didn’t want to feel embarrassed, and she didn’t want to think. She knew of one sure way to avoid both.

“Less talking. More action.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Matthew appeared on the brink of laughter. She tried not to resent the way he could seem so unaffected, lying naked together on the bed like this. She felt as if she was going to come apart at the seams any moment, yet these men appeared—

Matthew speared two fingers into her, reaching deep, then spreading those fingers, fucking them in and out of her with strong, steady movements. He brushed against something inside her, and she came, an explosion of ecstasy so sudden and sharp she didn’t get the chance to anticipate it. She could do nothing but let it batter her with wave upon wave of orgasmic bliss.

“You look so hot when you’re coming.” Matthew leaned down, kissed her, then shifted closer and changed the angle if his fingers inside her. “Wild and hot. Your eyes glaze, and your skin looks kissed by roses.”

“Oh, God.”

Steven had slithered down her body, placing wet, open-mouthed kisses on her left breast and down her side. When Matthew pulled his fingers out of her, Steven replaced them with his mouth.

He spread her wide, got up on his knees, then lifted her. She felt the impression of his hands on the cheeks of her ass, felt herself taken in hand at the same time his tongue began to caress and stroke her pussy. He wasn’t coy about it, either, but licked and tasted with long, strong sweeps of his tongue. He found her clit, teased it, then sucked it into his mouth.

She’d left her arms over her head and now grasped the brass bars of the headboard.
 
Noises of need—grunts, mews, and groans—erupted from her throat, and she felt as powerless to stop them as she was to control the riot of sensations sizzling all through her body.

Steven began to lap at her, lifting her so that his tongue started at the bottom of her slit, stroked up, and swirled against her clit. He did it again and then again. And then he brushed against the rosette of her anus, pushing his tongue in a little as he stroked over her, setting her ablaze.

Matthew moved on the bed beside her, but she couldn’t spare him more than the barest notice because Steven opened his mouth over her cunt and began to suck.

“Oh, oh, oh!” A second orgasm captured her, lifted her from the ground and carried her high, higher into the clouds where there was nothing solid to grab on to, just the sense of soaring, sailing, with no end in sight.

Matthew moved and something smooth and cold brushed against her anus, pushed in, then releasing. Then something harder, larger, pressed against that virgin opening, pressing and pressing, and then sliding slowly into her.

Steven lowered her and moved up her body. She felt the brush of his latex covered erection against her wet folds. He sank in, balls deep in one sure thrust.

Kelsey wrapped herself around him, lifting her hips to receive him, the feeling of fullness, of being stretched and stuffed simply incredible.

She felt a hand stroke her head, and she turned, opened her mouth, and kissed Matthew.

“We’ll keep that butt plug in you for a few hours,” he whispered. He returned his mouth to hers, and Kelsey sucked his tongue deep. The slap of flesh, the grunt of one lover filling her, and the scent of their bodies all combined to push Kelsey over the edge once more.

This time she came and came and wondered how the world didn’t explode in a giant ball of fire and consume them all.

* * * *

Matthew stood on the front porch, birdsong serenading him as he sipped from his mug of coffee.
 
His gaze landed on Kelsey’s car, and he grinned. He and Steven both knew she’d driven here last night so she could get out of bed and drive herself home. Staying over hadn’t been her intention, as that action would seem to her to be just a bit
too intimate
.

Of course, she hadn’t counted on their determination to love her so hard and so well that she’d have no choice but to sleep.

So far, their campaign to win Kelsey was going according to plan. She didn’t miss an opportunity to reiterate that the relationship they’d embarked on was sex only. He and Steven always readily agreed with her, even as they worked to make it more than that.

To the east, the horizon grew lighter, pale pink streaked with faint yellow, daybreak gathering as if being created out of the mist. Steven had already headed out to the barn, and Kelsey slept on.

He’d rather she kept on sleeping. Before they’d brought her to their bed, he and Steven had both noticed she seemed to do little more in her life than work. She had made no room in her life for fun. He and Steven wanted to love her in every sense of the word, and that meant doing loving things like taking care of her, pampering her, and letting her sleep.

Of course they had to balance that against her wishes. Kelsey wouldn’t appreciate their letting her continue sleeping when she had work to do. Saturday was one of the busiest days at Lusty Appetites, and he and Steven both respected her dedication and work ethic too much to try and interfere with that.

Maybe someday in the future, when her belly swelled round with their first child, they might suggest a lighter schedule.

Matthew sighed. They wanted to give Kelsey everything, including filling the hole in her mother-heart.

He couldn’t imagine the pain she’d endured, watching her family gunned down before her very eyes. He recalled, when it happened, how Susan had been so completely devastated and so determined to do all she could for her good friend.

When she’d told the town trust she wanted to renovate a building on Main to be a restaurant for Kelsey, the vote had been a unanimous yes.

One look at Kelsey and Matthew and Steven had said a unanimous yes, too.

Winning Kelsey’s love wasn’t going to be easy, but sure as hell would be worth whatever trouble they had to go through—even letting the woman they loved function under the mistaken belief that they were only interested in sex with her.

The day grew lighter.

Time to go wake up our sleeping beauty with some fresh coffee and a kiss
.

Next time, he’d head out to cover the chores and give Steven the privilege.

He found her as they’d left her, sprawled face down in the middle of the bed. She’d kicked the blankets down so that she lay prone, naked down to the cute little dimple above the crack of her ass.

He set the cup on the nightstand. Certainly awakening the woman he loved with fresh coffee, made to order, would be considered thoughtful by anyone’s definition. Matthew definitely wanted to be considered thoughtful.

Then again, he’d also like to be considered lusty.

The town being named what it was and all
.

Matthew grinned and dropped his clothes. Using a gentle hand, he pulled the sheet all the rest of the way off Kelsey. Asleep, she looked sweet and innocent. The soft play of her long lashes against her cheeks, the very light dusting of freckles across her nose, and the slight smile kissing her lips all came together to make one package that was simply irresistible.

His cock already bobbed against his belly, hot and hard and needy. He took a moment to grab a condom from the bedside table and roll it into place. Then he bent down over Kelsey and began to kiss her feet. He moved his tribute up her body, lips and tongue tasting her and slowly, so slowly, waking her.

“Mmm.”

“That’s my line. You’re very, very tasty, Ms. Madison.”

“Matthew.”

His name had emerged on a breathless sigh and damned if that didn’t make his cock even harder.

“Yes. Matthew.” He said the words against that lovely little dimple.

“Steven?”

He didn’t want to tell her his brother was likely out shoveling horse shit. So he only said, “Later.”

He knelt on the bed, straddled her, and used one of his knees to part her legs. With his tongue, he caressed the crack of her ass, giving her flesh lavish attention as she moaned and squirmed.

He bit her ass, his bite not completely gentle, then licked away the sting. Apparently, she really liked that for she began to move her bottom, looking for more attention. Before long, she raised herself up onto her knees, a tiny whimper escaping her throat.