22. Carly

Iswear I must have blacked out somewhere between Bennett's "gladly" and my leggings coming off, but the next thing I knew, I was naked in the kitchen with Nate and Bennett both standing before me, a matching hunger in their eyes.

Clearly, no matter how good the cupcakes baking in the oven smelled, I was the only dessert on the menu for these two.

Bennett was the first one to reach for me, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me against him for a deep, sensual kiss that stole my breath. Meanwhile, Nate came behind me and gently gathered my hair off my neck so he could kiss me there, soft and teasing in a perfect contrast to Bennett's rare boldness. I was sandwiched between their warm, fully clothed bodies, naked and vulnerable and in heaven.

I broke Ben's kiss, suddenly too needy to put up with this teasing. Gripping the bright ginger hair at the back of his head, I guided his head lower, cradling him against my tits. Laughing in satisfaction, he obliged, sucking one of my nipples hard into his mouth, lifting the full weight of my large breast up to meet him so he wouldn't have to bend down too low. It gave me a perfect view of him, the pleasure that had his eyes sliding closed, his light lashes fluttering against his freckled cheek. I sighed as I felt Nate's large hands massaging my ass, spreading me obscenely at the same time Ben switched to the nipple that must still be sticky with chocolate. But then I felt a sharp slap on my ass, and my breathless sound of contentment turned to a gasp of pleasure-pain.

"Fuck, Carly, I love this fat ass," Nate growled against the back of my neck as his massaging grew harder. He surprised me with another stinging slap, this time to the other cheek, and my pussy was flooded with desire. Something about being spanked was so hot to me. I wanted him to leave handprints. To smack my ass harder. To bite it, even. "I'd like to fuck it someday soon, if you'd let me."

Oh, that was an idea. I moaned, which I hoped he would take as a yes.

"I love these," Bennett echoed Nate's sentiment as he cupped both of my breasts in his hands and shoved them up into his face. "Perfect. I could spend all day right here."

The way these two men worshiped my body was a heady, intoxicating thing. I felt a little wobbly on my feet.

That only worsened when Ben started to kiss under my tits and lower, moving to kneel on the linoleum as he trailed a line down toward where I needed him most. Anticipation burned through my blood. He hadn't eaten my pussy yet, and I was dying to feel his sweet mouth right where I wanted it for the first time. Nate pressed himself against me from behind, the hard outline of his erection pressing into my backside as he wrapped his arms around me with a healthy dose of possessiveness. He was holding me up at this point, giving me the freedom to let loose. "Careful, Benny," Nate said in a low growl right by my ear that made me shiver. "One taste of Carly's sweet pussy, and you'll never get enough."

"I'm counting on it," Bennett said, and he parted my full, swollen lips with his fingers to lick into my wetness, right over the hood of my clit.

My knees threatened to buckle. Luckily, Nate had me, holding me against him. He reached one of his big hands up to palm my breast roughly as Bennett continued to taste and explore his new territory, and I was completely claimed by them both. My head fell back against Nate's shoulder, and he kissed my neck with heat and enthusiasm. He got so much pleasure out of making me come alive that he couldn't resist lightly grinding his hips into me, either, his hard cock bumping against my ass in a delicious rhythm.

It was already great, this bona fide sensual feast, but because of how I was standing, it was hard for Bennett to have full access to all of my wetness. He had a genius idea, though, and gripped one of my ankles with his delicate hands, encouraging me to put my weight on the other foot so he could lift my foot off the floor. Then, putting his strong arms to good use, he threw my knee over his shoulder, my large thigh pressing against the side of his head, and then I was open to him, utterly exposed, just an inch from his face. I moaned shakily as he dove back in face-first.

"You fucking love having him eat your pussy, don't you?" Nate growled in my ear as he massaged my tits slow and hard, almost painfully pinching my nipples in a way that made me moan again, even louder. That wasn't a sufficient answer for him, though. "Answer me, baby. Tell me how good it feels."

"It feels so fucking good," I half sobbed as Bennett became more feral, feasting on me, his tongue smashing again and again into my clit as he kissed me hard and wild between my legs. It was overwhelming, hard to focus on the sensations individually, the way he engaged his whole mouth against every slick, sensitive inch of my flesh. It was uncharacteristically imprecise, and that made it all the hotter, feeling and hearing him lose control as he moaned and hummed at the delicious taste of my juices. Every vibration was heaven. "God, it's so good, Ben. Don't stop. Please, don't ever stop."

"You heard her," Nate said beside me. He released one of my breasts so he could grip my chin, turning my face toward him so he could kiss me, hard and messy and right. We were both panting when he pulled back, grinning wildly. He spoke to Bennett as he stared into my eyes. "Make her come hard, Ben. Try fucking her with your fingers at the same time as you lick that pretty little clit. Our girl likes to be full."

"I know how to fuck her," Bennett growled, but he followed Nate's orders, anyway. One of his hands came up to spread my lips apart wider, exposing my throbbing clit to the air more and making me feel wanton and sexily on display. The other moved to explore my sopping wet entrance, and when he plunged into me, it was with three fingers at once, hot and fast and tight.

"Oh, my God," I cried out.

With a few hard and fast pumps of Bennett's fingers in my channel, a long, hard suck on my clit, and Nate whispering in my ear—"that's right, Carly, such a good girl, you're gonna come so hard on his face and I'm the lucky son of a bitch who gets to watch it"—I finally orgasmed hard enough to almost lose my balance. My one knee threatened to buckle as my inner walls clenched, clamping down hard again and again on Bennett's fingers.

"Fuck, yes," I cried out, more a sob than a moan, as I rocked my hips jerkily into Bennett's face, riding him through the waves. I was still panting a little even after I finished coming—and it was a long, drawn out orgasm, thanks to Bennett's diligent tongue and hand keeping up its newly slow and careful work. Too good to even process it. Nate gave an ironic slow clap when his younger brother finally stood up and wiped his face, which made the latter laugh.

"I think he deserves a reward for that, Carly," Nate said in my ear. "He ate you so good, and I know for a fact that you can suck cock like a fucking champ. How about a little tit for tat, huh? You'd look so pretty on your knees."

Bennet's breath caught, and I nodded frantically, loving the idea of getting to taste him at last while Nate watched. Christ, it was so bad, and that made it almost too good. Nate stayed behind me, holding back my hair as I lowered myself to the floor in front of Bennett. I reached for the front of his sweatpants almost too quickly, and both of them laughed.

"Eager, isn't she?" Nate said.

"It's cute as hell," Bennett agreed. He looked down into my face adoringly, smoothing back the stray hairs Nate wasn't holding so they wouldn't stick to the sweat on my forehead. I freed his dick from his pants, letting it spring free, standing at attention. The ginger hair at the base of Bennett's cock trailed up under his shirt, and I reached out a hand to trace that soft line as I used the other to guide his head to my lips.

I started slow. Gentle, slow licks around his sensitive tip, one good, long lick that trailed from his base all the way up to the defined ridge under the head. Bennett sighed, perfectly at peace, his eyelids sliding shut. But I wanted him to look at me, so I stopped going slow.

When I sloppily shoved him into my mouth and sucked, letting my tongue undulate on the underside as I brought him further into my mouth with a wet sound, it happened. Bennett's bright, beautiful green eyes flew open and met mine, disbelief and pure need coloring his lovely face.

"Christ, Carl, are you trying to kill the man?" Nate laughed delightedly, which only made me try harder to suck Bennett's soul from his body. Or at least his self-control, since supposedly, gingers are soulless by default.

"She is," Bennett gasped. "Fuck, she's—she's too good at this, Nate. I'm not gonna last."

"We're gonna have to work on his stamina, aren't we, Carl?" Nate joked, which made Bennett scowl for only a second before I did something with my tongue that made him laugh through a breathy moan.

"Christ! I'm–I'm close," Bennett gasped out, and before I could take that as a challenge, Nate roughly pulled me off Bennett's cock and to my feet.

I was wobbly and wanted to pout, but when I saw Nate was pulling his own hard cock out of his pants and spinning me around to face the counter, I steadied myself quickly. I gripped the edge of the counter, spread my legs, and stuck my ass in the air for him.

"Oh, fuck yes," Nate gushed. "You knew exactly what I wanted because you wanted it too, huh? You're dying for me to pound into that tight pussy from behind."

"Yes," I agreed. "Please, fuck me, Nate. I can't wait anymore."

"Jesus," Bennett swore, coming around to lean against the counter a foot or two away from me with his still-hard, lightly dripping cock in his hand. "You're… you're something from my best wet dreams, Carly."

"Isn't she?" Nate agreed as he positioned his pierced tip at my pussy, teasing himself and me by running that silver ring through my wetness in slow, heated passes. "Wet, and tight, and willing as all hell. Can't wait to watch that ass jiggle as I fuck you."

Bennett and Nate both groaned when Nate stopped talking and took action, driving his hips forward and slamming hard into me from behind.

"Fuck!" I shrieked as he picked up the pace almost immediately, taking me hard and fast, gripping my ass with both hands in a way that would leave finger-pattern bruises.

"Fuck, yes, Nate! Fill me up," I gasped nonsensically, lost in the intensity of the pleasure. Bennett stroked himself hard, giving me a show as I got positively railed against the same counter I'd been baking cookies on not long before. It was pure eroticism, watching Bennett's jaw clench as he jerked himself off, his eyes locked on mine.

I knew my face must be a mess. Tears of pleasure streamed down my cheeks, and my mouth hung open, my lips still wet and swollen from kisses and giving Bennett head. But Bennett seemed to love the messiness of me, reacting with sexy, masculine grunts every time I moaned or whimpered, his eyes locked on my face. He pumped his cock because he needed to, but I saw how every time he picked up the pace and looked on the edge of coming, he stopped himself, took slow breaths, held on. Self-control. He was edging himself in front of me, and I was the luckiest woman alive.

"Harder," I demanded, needing Nate to pound this new wave of desire out of my system.

"Yes, ma'am," he growled and picked up the pace.

It almost hurt, how hard he was slamming into me, his turgid head tapping again and again into my G-spot with that sexy as hell piercing. I loved it. I craved it. And with another few hard and fast thrusts, a pattern of hard and fast smacks to each side of my ass, I was screaming in ecstasy as I came apart again, all over Nate's cock.

The force of my inner walls clenching sent Nate over the edge, too. He shot his first load into me, but then I felt him pull out and streak my ass with ropes of his cum. Fuck, that felt good, and I heard myself babbling my thanks to him. He finished milking his cock onto my back, swearing all the while, and I was too blissed out to hear the words he exchanged with Bennett, but then I got the message anyway. Bennett took up his position behind me, then, and swore loudly as he drove his cock into me from behind, too.

I wasn't sure if my near-instant third orgasm was just some kind of fluke, like because it happened so close to the one Nate had just given me I got the second one free, but I knew I was sobbing out my pleasure as Bennett drove his erection home inside me. He lasted longer than any of us expected, fucking me long enough that I was coming yet again, sobbing with the overstimulation by the time he dug his fingers into the thick flesh of my ass and jerked his hips once, twice, three times with his own release.

I felt his cock convulse, his cum splattering inside me, coating my walls in their heat. I felt the perfect exhaustion of my last orgasm crashing down, subsiding. I felt, too, how the mixture of Ben and Nate's cum dripped down my legs when Bennett finally pulled out and spun me around to kiss him.

Every drop of pleasure was wrung out of me, and both Nate and Bennett could see that. Ben kissed me softly, whispering how beautiful I was, telling me thank you for giving him this gift. Nate caressed my back and told me I was "a goddamn champion," the hottest thing he'd ever seen. When I glanced at the clock and realized Ella would be on her way home from school soon, my guys laughed with me in my panic, and they helped me to wobble to my bedroom to get cleaned up and changed.

When I'd made myself presentable again and the rest of our family came through the front door, I remembered that tonight was "family night". It had been my mom's idea, and Dwight was just cheesy enough to love it, too. Ella ran to hug me and tell me about a praying mantis she saw on the playground during recess, but then my mom insisted Ella should go put her backpack away in her room, passing by me with a quick peck on my cheek. Dwight went to the living room, leaving Logan standing in the front hallway with me and the other guys, his honey-cinnamon eyes seeming to know a lot more than was possible.

Maybe he could see how freshly-fucked I was despite my efforts to become PG-level presentable. Or maybe he just knew me and his brothers pretty well, so he gathered what we'd been up to from the basic fact that the three of us had been home alone for hours. When we were all this horny for each other, what else would we do? But when Dwight called us all into the living room to help him decide what board game we'd play first and what we were going to order for dinner, Logan hung back, letting Ben and Nate pass him. I tried to pass him, too.

Logan grabbed my wrist, though, and twirled me back to him. He came close enough that our bodies were only an inch from touching, and goddamn it, were these men all pulled straight from a woman's fantasy? Logan exuded pure sex, and it was ridiculous how wet and ready I started to feel in seconds, even after the pounding I'd taken this afternoon.

"Next time you want to be fucked front, back, and sideways all at the same time, Carly," Logan purred in my ear, low enough that no one would hear him but me, "I want to be in on the action."

Fucking hell. I couldn't wait for that next time. This time, I knew I'd find my pleasure with all three of my stepbrothers at once.