Authors: Jess Dee
Another of those gruff growls escaped Ben.
Since the moment Ben had told her about his and Will’s threesomes, she’d been curious. Interested. Aroused. “I’d want him to fuck me while you and I made love.” She was careful to make the distinction. Careful to let Ben know there would be a distinction.
Ben reacted.
“Ah, fuck… Mel!” He went wild. Lost control. Lost the beautiful rhythm of his thrusts. He slammed into her, repeatedly, moving fast and hard, bucking up and roaring.
Melissa cried out, the raw passion of his actions calling out to her own lust, making her just as wild, just as uncontrolled. And the fact that she’d shared her secret desire with him, confessed to something she
wanted
to do, just made her hotter, hungrier.
She shoved her hips up to meet his every reckless plunge, pulled her legs further up his waist, giving him more room, opening herself wider to his carnal attack.
And when he roared, loud and low, and reared up, Melissa came. Her orgasm descended, wiping conscious thought from her mind. The only thing she was aware of, other than the incendiary pleasure that crashed over her, was Ben’s own release as he slammed into her one last time before pulsing and shuddering inside her.
Much to Ben’s satisfaction, Melissa spent not only Friday night with him, but Saturday and Sunday nights as well. She even went along to watch his soccer match, dressing in his team colors to show her support. When Will and the rest of the team went for drinks afterwards, Melissa was happy to tag along. She wasn’t the only woman. Several players had partners with them.
Ben was merciless with her. He sat beside her, with Will and the rest of the team all around them, and between making small talk and laughing with the boys, he whispered filthy things in her ear. Made lewd, wicked suggestions about all the things he and Will could do to her, given the chance.
The more suggestions he made, the redder Mel’s face became. She began to breathe raggedly, and her hazel eyes turned dark with desire. Once again, in the middle of a pub, with a crowd of people surrounding him, Ben got an erection. A huge boner. And it didn’t go down anytime soon.
Melissa noticed. Her smile was triumphant.
Not one to wilt under the pressure of his teasing, Melissa took great pleasure in flirting with the other players, making him jealous as hell. His teammates took it good-naturedly, seeing it for what it was—a way of winding Ben up.
Ben took it well too, laughing along with the boys and throwing his arm around Melissa, pulling her closer. Staking his claim in front of all of them. In front of Will.
It satisfied him no end when Mel cuddled into him, molding her curves to his side.
Will watched them both. Ben was aware of the way his gaze lingered on Melissa, was aware of the way Melissa kept sneaking looks at Will.
It turned him the fuck on. Made him want to get naked with Melissa and Will. Made him want to take her right there on the floor while Will took her from the other side.
It also made him want to slam his fist in Will’s face. Made him want to hurt the man who’d become his closest mate. Made him want to get Melissa the hell away from him, as fast as he could. And when Melissa intimated to Ben that she might just mosey on over to Will and chat with him about the hypothetical dynamics of a threesome, Ben cut her off with a hard, hungry kiss.
Yeah, he knew she’d been joking, ragging on him, but the thought of her actually doing it sent him into a jealous rage. As arousing as the thought of sharing Melissa with Will was, it also chafed. Big-time.
Minutes later, Ben pretty much hauled her out of the pub in his eagerness to get her naked and alone. Melissa went along happily. They left to the sound of loud cheers from his teammates. He took her home and made love to her in the privacy of his own bed.
But Ben knew he was in deep trouble. He’d been the one to put the idea of a threesome in Melissa’s mind, but she was the one getting excited at the mere thought of it.
Melissa masked her face with an expressionless look as she read the text message on her iPhone.
Boardroom.
10 p.m.
No clothes required.
She deleted it. It was after all, a work phone, and God knew who else might have access to it. Then, with her face as blank as she could keep it and her knees trembling beneath the table, she smiled at the CFO of Hymand & Clark and spent the next two hours briefing him about a company he’d shown interest in investing in.
Halfway through the meeting, her phone beeped again.
Correction.
Garters required.
And thigh-highs.
Nothing else.
And half an hour after that, Melissa apologized again as she checked her phone once more, explaining with a deadpan face there was a crisis at home. The CFO had no problem with her reading the message while he waited.
Boardroom now?
Not sure I can wait ‘til 10.
Thankfully the next message came after the CFO had left.
Boardroom was full.
Lucky you didn’t meet me there.
Could have been awkward.
‘Specially if you’d worn your garters and nothing else.
Melissa chuckled. Ben knew full well she’d been the one utilizing the boardroom. He also knew full well that his messages would have made concentrating on a work meeting while in that boardroom very difficult.
A short while later, he took her mind off the boardroom.
Boardroom rendezvous too risky.
My house, 10 p.m.
Garters required.
Nothing else.
Melissa rang his bell at 9:59 p.m.
Chapter Twelve
Ben gave her a very through once-over, taking in her tailored, knee-length lightweight coat. He raised an eyebrow as he stepped back, letting her inside. “I thought I told you nothing but garters required.”
“And I’m pretty sure driving across the city in nothing but garters is a criminal offense.” Her hands were on the belt around her waist, unbuckling it.
He grinned and pushed the door closed. “If so, I’d have liked to be the cop dispatched to pull you over.”
“You could always pull me over now.” She slipped off the jacket, almost bringing Ben to his knees in the process.
Melissa stood before him in nothing but her garters, thigh-highs and heels.
He closed his eyes and offered a quiet prayer of thanks.
It was Will who filled the awed silence. “Perfect,” he said. “Absolutely perfect.”
Melissa swiveled around, gawking at the man. “Will?”
Will nodded. “Yeah, beautiful. It’s me.”
Melissa’s response was immediate. She stepped back, using Ben to shield her nude form from Will’s appreciative gaze.
“You invited him here?” Her eyes were enormous as she stared at Ben.
“I did. For you.” Because she wanted him. She’d said as much too many times for him to ignore it. And Ben had resolved to give Melissa whatever she wanted. To show her that pleasure and happiness came from going after what you wanted, not from doing what you thought was the right thing to do.
Tonight Ben knew what he thought was right—and he shoved it aside in favor of doing what Melissa wanted.
She raised a brow. “For me?”
“For your pleasure.”
“Ben!” She sounded appalled. Her eyes flashed and her cheeks flushed scarlet. But she didn’t reach for her jacket. Didn’t try to put it on. Not once.
“He can leave,” Ben assured her. “Right now. He’ll walk away—if that’s what you really want.”
“I will.” Will’s voice was gentle, and Melissa looked at him over Ben’s shoulder. “I’ll go if you don’t want me here.”
“Or…” Ben waited until Melissa had returned her gaze to him. “He can stay.”
“And do what?” she asked in a husky voice.
“Whatever you want him to do.”
“I could do nothing at all,” Will offered. “I could just sit here while you and Ben do whatever you two want to.”
Melissa’s mouth formed into a big, luscious O.
“Or, sweetness, he could do whatever we’re doing. He could do it with us.” Goosebumps broke out over her skin, and her nipples beaded. Her breasts looked so damn delicious, Ben wanted nothing more than to take them in his mouth and suckle them.
“A-and what will we be doing?”
“Anything you want to do. Anything at all. We could play chess, if you like.”
Her lips twitched. “Chess?”
“Monopoly?” Ben offered.
She shook her head. “Board games aren’t my thing.”
“We could watch telly,” Will suggested.
“Home and Away?”
Mel’s lips twitched, and Ben desperately wanted to kiss them.
“Uh, if that’s what you want.”
Ben laughed at the surprise in Will’s voice. Melissa may know about his weakness for the soapie. Will had not a clue. It wasn’t the kind of information a bloke shared with his mates.
“It’s not what I want,” Melissa said softly.
“What is?” Ben whispered.
“You. Always you.” She bit her lip, ran her tongue over it, left it looking moist and inviting. “And just for tonight, Will too.”
“Together?”
She looked over at Will again and nodded. “Together.”
Conflict assailed Ben instantly. His dick, already firm and erect, swelled further, taking his desire to a whole new level. At the same time his gut clenched as jealousy tore a vicious hole through it.
Melissa wanted Will. Wanted to fuck his friend.
The woman he loved desired another man.
Just like Sienna had.
Sienna had slept with Ben and another man—and she’d chosen the other man.
Would Melissa do the same? When her passion was spent, would she choose Will over him?
Ben forced his fear and jealousy aside. Tonight was not about him. Tonight was about giving Melissa the pleasure and the happiness she’d denied herself for so long. Since the first day Ben had told her about Will, he’d suspected things would reach this point. Every time they made love in front of Will, every time his name was mentioned, Melissa’s arousal increased.
Will turned her on.
She wanted Will.
And Ben could not refuse her this experience.
Besides, now that they’d reached this point, the idea of taking her while Will fucked her himself had him sweating. He was kidding himself if he believed this wasn’t what he wanted too.
He wanted it. Badly enough to set the whole thing up.
“Then it’ll happen,” Will promised. “You, me and Ben, together. Soon.”
Melissa’s eyes widened. “Soon?”
“Not yet.”
She shook her head, confused. “So I’m standing here, undressed, my body bared to your gaze and Ben’s, and you’re telling me not yet?”
“It’s a compliment,” Will explained. “Seeing you like this is half the pleasure. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to stretch that pleasure out.”
Ben cupped her cheek, felt the heat of her skin burn his hand. “He likes to watch, sweetness. You should know that by now.”
Understanding lit up her eyes. “Of course he does.”
“Would that be okay with you, Melissa?”
She smiled, even as her breath hitched. “That would be…perfectly okay with me.” And with that, she drew Ben’s hand from her cheek and placed it on the mound of her pussy.
Ben didn’t hesitate. Couldn’t. He slid his hand lower, over the swollen nub of her clit and let his finger delve between her feminine folds.
Well, hell!
The woman was wet, her pussy slick and warm.
“Kiss me, Ben,” she whispered. “Make love to me.”
A fierce moan escaped him before he was aware it had formed in his throat, and then she was in his arms, and he was kissing her again. Running his tongue over hers, tasting the hunger on her lips.
As for his finger, Christ, his finger was where it had to be, tunneling inside her slippery channel, dipping deep between her velvety walls.
Ben wrapped his free arm around her shoulders, pulling her as close as he could in this position, then he spun them both around, giving Will what he wanted. A clear view of Melissa from behind.
The man had sat back down on the couch opposite them, and just imagining what Will saw inflamed Ben—Melissa’s long, toned legs, ending at her firm, slim arse. Her firm, slim,
naked
arse. And the gentle swell of her bare hips and tiny waist. Never mind the wild mane of russet hair that covered her back.
Perfect as the image would be, Ben knew it wasn’t enough.
Will would want to see
everything
.
Ben showed him, inserting his knee between Melissa’s thighs, forcing her legs wider apart.
Will’s soft groan told Ben he’d achieved what he’d intended. From his angle, Will would be able to see Ben’s finger moving in and out of Melissa. He added another digit, and Melissa trembled in his arms.