I Told You So Ch. 05

"Jesus fucking Christ," he growled.

There was a quiet laugh of satisfaction from the headboard and we both looked up at Ben. He was lazily stroking himself and looking at us with smug affection. I stretched my arm over my head and he took my hand, stroking my fingers with his.

"Babe, you are so hot," Ben said faintly. "I love seeing you like this."

I shivered and squeezed his hand. His eyes moved and I saw him nod at Joe, then felt my panties being dragged off my legs. Without letting go of Ben's hand, I turned to watch Joe carefully slip my panties over each foot without removing my pumps. He caressed my ankles, stroking his way back up my legs and settling himself between them. Holding my legs apart, he studied me with a look of amazement as if he'd just opened a present. My legs were quivering under his attention and my hips rose off the bed slightly. He gave me a small smile and edged closer, his hands moving slowly until they reached the now-aching heat he had just revealed.

Biting my lip in anticipation, I let out a gasp when I felt his fingers softly stroking the outer lips. I forced myself to keep my eyes open and found him watching me, gauging my reaction as his fingers explored me. He took his time, noting each response as if trying to memorize which touch elicited which moans or sighs or gasps. In truth, any touch would have set me off at this point, but I definitely appreciated his close attention to learning what I liked most.

My head was rocking back and forth, my eyes fluttering shut, but each time I found his gaze again, he was still watching me closely. He waited until we had eye contact before lowering his mouth to me and I held my breath as he leisurely extended his tongue, crying out when it made contact with my clit. He didn't move, just held it there for a moment before drawing back. Still holding my eyes, he licked the entire length of me, stopping at my nub again and flicking it.

I was gripping Ben's hand like a vice, my other hand in Joe's hair, gasping and moaning. Unable to keep my eyes open, I let my head fall back on the bed and just concentrated on the sensations. Ben's other hand was stroking my hair and neck and Joe kept exploring me with his mouth and hands. I knew he was still studying my responses so I made sure to murmur encouragingly or hold his head still when I wanted to him to continue in a certain spot. He was attentive and a quick learner.

In the back of my mind, I told myself not to compare the two of them, but it seemed impossible not to. Ben was just as good at this, learning quickly what I liked, but his approach had been to ask me directly. He was generally more talkative, encouraging me to describe what I wanted or demanding that I show him. It was unlike anything I'd experienced with anyone, and it was a huge turn on to be so open about what we wanted to do to each other in bed. Joe apparently preferred to explore on his own and try to judge my reactions for himself. Both methods were appealing. More than appealing.

Joe began moaning against me, sending delicious vibrations through my body. One of his fingers was inside me and I realized he must have felt my contractions increase around him. My orgasm had been building surprisingly slowly, considering the hours and days of anticipation leading up to this moment. Ben's hand was on my breasts, moving from one to the other before grasping a nipple and rolling it between his fingers.

"You are so close, babe." Ben's rough voice rumbled in my ear. "God, Chels, you are going to come so hard," he said in a moan.

I squeezed Ben's hand and brought his fingers to my mouth, sucking two of them deep into my throat and heard him growl. He pinched my nipple roughly. Joe's moans became louder and he increased his movements until my thighs were clamped around his head. Within a second I was shrieking and moaning, my legs shuddering. I vaguely heard Ben's encouraging words and Joe's noises of appreciation, feeling the warmth shooting through me, the pounding of my heart reverberating in my ears.

Joe was still clasped between my legs, his movements restricted by my thighs and I forced myself to loosen them. He gave me soft kisses between my legs and Ben stroked my breasts lightly. Soon I found myself having a few more small climaxes and I had to roll away, curling my legs up to my chest when I became too sensitive to be touched. Ben's face was buried in my hair and Joe was running his hands along my calves as I calmed down.

"Damn," I muttered, my face pressed into the sheets.

I heard two low chuckles. The bed shifted with their movements and I looked around with my eyes half-closed. Ben had resumed his position against the headboard and Joe lay down next to me, taking me gently in his arms. He started stroking my back and brushing his lips over mine.

"That was amazing," Joe said against my lips.

His tender, stunned voice stirred something and a heady desire rushed through me. I cupped his cheeks and kissed him, my tongue swirling around his. I tasted myself on him and moaned. He answered with a deep, vibrating groan that curled my toes. I reached blindly behind me until I found Ben's leg, traveling up until my hand met his around his erection. We stroked him languidly together as Joe kissed me. I pressed myself against Joe, feeling him hard against my stomach and drew away with a shuddering breath to look at him. He brought a hand to my cheek and we stared at each other, his fingers gently caressing my face.

"Chelsea," he whispered in question.

"Joe," I panted in answer.

His eyes closed and he buried his face in my neck, his teeth grazing my skin and I arched into him. He rolled on top of me, his hands on either side of my face, his thick firmness pressed against my wetness. He rocked his hips slightly, applying pressure to my clit and my head fell back. I loosened my hold on Ben and we both turned as we felt him start to get off the bed. He began to walk to Joe's desk chair and I felt a brief flash of panic.

"No!" Joe and I said it to Ben at the same time and then looked at each other in alarm before laughing awkwardly.

Ben looked at us in surprised amusement and walked slowly to the edge of the bed, raising his eyebrows. I grabbed for his hand and tugged until he was sitting on the bed. My hand in Ben's, I turned back to Joe, who began nuzzling my neck.

"Do you want me to use a condom?" he asked softly in my ear.

"You don't need to," I whispered.

I heard him inhale sharply. He drew back to look at me.

"Do you want me to pull out when I come?"

His voice was so tender and caring I closed my eyes and sighed, arching my back slightly. Both of our gazes flicked to Ben before returning to each other. I shook my head, squeezing Ben's fingers in question. He took my hand in both of his reassuringly.

Joe and I stared at each other for a minute, seeming to have an entire conversation without words. I knew my eyes were asking him not to hurt me, not to judge me, and at the same time begging him to take me. I was aroused beyond comprehension at this point, every inch of my flesh aching and tingling. He was looking at me with such affection that it was unnerving. I wanted him very badly, but I was also worried that his feelings for me might be too strong, that if we did this it might make things more difficult for him. I was also afraid - very deep down in a place I tried to ignore - that what I felt for him was much more intense than I'd expected, than what seemed right.

When our lips met, I was startled by the gentleness of his kiss. He didn't open his mouth, just pressed his soft lips against mine and ran a finger down my cheek in a tender caress. Then his fingers traveled down my arm slowly until our hands met, our fingers twining together. The gesture calmed me and I deepened our kiss, wondering how he could read me so well. My legs instinctively fell apart and I moved encouragingly against him. His chest expanded with a deep breath and the next thing I knew, his crown was at my opening. Our eyes were wide as we watched each other, our hands clasped securely.

He began slowly inching inside me and I spread my legs to accommodate his girth. My hand must have loosened on Ben's because I felt him drawing away from our side, but I was too slow to react. Joe wasn't, however, and he reached out to grab Ben's hand. I turned in shock and saw their eyes lock as their hands gripped each other. Ben looked from Joe to me with tenderness and lust. Joe's face was full of affection and gratitude and barely contained arousal. It was a profound moment and I realized I was holding my breath.

I watched Ben's other hand come up to rest on Joe's shoulder, giving him a squeeze as he withdrew his hand from Joe's. He ran it along my hair and down to my shoulder, brushing his lips against my cheek. The hand on Joe's shoulder moved to his back and Ben seemed to nudge him forward into me before moving back to rest against the headboard.

I bit my lip as Joe and I locked eyes again. He was still entering me slowly, letting me adjust, our hands still joined. When I felt his body rest against me, I finally let out my breath in a long, shuddering sigh. My legs wrapped around him automatically as I looked at him in wonder, my other hand clutching his arm.

Joe let out a gasp and dropped his head to my breast, running a tongue around the nipple.

"You feel incredible, kitten," he murmured into my skin. He took a shaky breath. "Mother of God," he groaned. "I never imagined - Christ."

"Mm," I moaned, pressing against him. "God, Joe," I whispered. "I thought your lips were amazing," I muttered.

He raised his head, his eyes squeezed shut. I felt his hips jerk and tightened my legs around him, the words spilling out of my mouth without thinking.

"You're inside me," I said, dazed. "Oh my God, you're actually fucking me."

My chest began heaving as my excitement grew. I began rocking against him.

"Not yet," he teased, beginning to move inside me in shallow thrusts.

"Oh, God," I groaned, my upper body coming off the bed.

I looked down to watch him thrusting in and out of me, stunned to feel the warmth bursting from where we were joined and spreading throughout my body.

"Christ," he exclaimed. "Kitten, I can feel you - you're about to come again, aren't you?" He looked shocked.

I whimpered and nodded, clutching his shoulder with my hand, trying to leverage myself against him.

"God," he moaned. "You feel so - wow," he gasped, his eyes glazed.

"Harder, Joe," I pleaded.

I saw his jaw clench and he withdrew even further, plunging into me deeper and harder. My head flew back, my breasts flattening against his chest. Our fingers were still entwined and he pressed my hand into the bed with the force of his movements, my wrist beginning to hurt but I was enjoying myself too much to care. Joe made a grunting sound each time our bodies met and I began crying out, barely registering what I was saying, only knowing that I kept encouraging him to fuck me harder. My vision went blurry, the explosive sparks dancing over my body in an endless wave.

"Fuck," Joe gasped. "Chels – I can't – "

He looked momentarily shocked, then winced and shouted. His hips made short, rapid jerks into my body as he came, moving his hands to grip my hips tightly.

I came back to awareness on my side in Joe's arms, his shaft slipping out of me. Ben was behind me, his arms stroking my breasts and stomach, his hardness pressed into my behind.

"That was the sexiest fucking thing I have ever seen," Ben said in my ear, his voice hoarse.

He adjusted his hips so that he was between my thighs and rocked me along his length. I let out a long moan and gripped his arms. Feeling more hands roaming my body, I opened my eyes to see Joe stroking me everywhere he could reach. My eyebrows jumped when I saw their hands meet at my breasts and caress each other before returning to my flesh. The fantasy of being with two men turning into reality was already spectacular, but seeing them touch each other was a surprising additional turn on. I didn't have a chance to ponder this, though, because when I felt Ben push into me all other thoughts escaped me.

His movements were shallow but urgent, his hands twisting at my nipples and his teeth biting my neck. Joe tangled a hand in my hair and plunged his tongue into my mouth, his thrusts matching Ben's. I groaned and whimpered against Joe's lips, wrapping my arms around him until my breasts, still covered my Ben's hands, were smashed against his chest.

Ben lifted my leg, deepening his thrusts, and Joe pushed his hips against me. The base of his penis pressed directly against my clit and I cried out. One of Joe's hands was still gripping my head and he reached the other around Ben to crush me between them, trapping my leg above his arm. I couldn't move, but didn't need to. They somehow timed their hips to grind into me and against me perfectly, Joe attacking my mouth while Ben alternately kissed and bit the back of my neck and shoulders.

"Babe," Ben cried out, and I knew he was close.

My walls clenched around him reflexively and I bit Joe's bottom lip.

"Come with me," Ben gasped. "Come for me."

My body responded to the command and tensed for a moment before I peaked, feeling my muscles contract and release around him, hearing him cry out my name repeatedly before slamming into me one final time with a shout, releasing my leg, which I immediately flung over Joe. I continued coming in one long moan, my entire body convulsing so much I felt my teeth chattering. My legs were still shaking but I kept a tight grip on both of them, not letting them move.

"Jesus Christ," they said simultaneously.

I opened an eye to see them look at each other, chuckling. I pressed back into Ben, a satisfied sound coming from deep in my throat. I felt Joe's chest twitch.

"Did you just purr, kitten?" He laughed softly, stroking my cheeks and giving me a kiss.

I mumbled something unintelligible and gripped his face, my tongue exploring his mouth. I broke away suddenly and reached behind me for Ben, giving him a searing kiss. I met his eyes, satiated but still heated. He kissed me quickly and turned me to Joe, nuzzling the back of my neck. I pushed Joe onto his back and straddled him in one quick movement, laughing quietly at his shock.

"So I guess you don't need a break," he stammered, his hands lightly on my hips.

Ben snorted and we grinned at each other. He knew I almost never needed a break. Turning back to Joe, I put his hands on my breasts and rocked against him, dropping my head back with a sigh.

"Fuck," Joe gasped.

I reached down to stroke him before placing him at my entrance and lowered myself onto him. He felt even bigger in this position and I let out another sigh when I sank all the way down. His hands were working magic on my breasts and when I looked down at him, I saw him watching me closely again, trying to pick up whatever clues he could find to learn what I liked. I smiled slowly as I began to ride him. His hands stilled and he blinked rapidly, his eyes changing into an unreadable expression.

"You okay?" I asked softly, touching his cheek in concern.

He swallowed hard. "This is – it's just – you're the most beautiful sight I've ever seen, Chelsea," he said weakly.

I gulped and responded the only way I could manage, by lowering myself and giving him a kiss. He wrapped an arm around my back and his other hand found mine, clasping together tightly between our chests. His lips brushed mine again and again as he started moving beneath me. It was tender and erotic and almost too intimate to comprehend.

Confusion washed over me and I had to look away, my eyes searching for Ben. He was leaning against the headboard again, watching us intently. His brow wrinkled when he saw my expression but his face soon cleared and he gave me a loving smile. He nodded encouragingly and mouthed 'I love you.' I smiled and found myself blinking back tears. Closing my eyes, I rested my forehead against Joe's and he pressed his lips to mine.

"I want to see you come again," he whispered.

Just the words seemed to ignite the spark and I gasped, thrusting against him. Gripping both his hands, I pushed up and rested my weight against them. Joe planted his feet on the bed and began pushing up into me, harder and harder each time. I opened my eyes in surprise and focused on his, burning and wild and dark. I began meeting his body but soon became unable to move as my legs tensed and I crushed his fingers in mine, throwing my head back and crying out.

Joe immediately flipped me over onto my back, withdrawing briefly but I was still in the throes of my orgasm and was unaware of what he was doing until he grabbed my legs by the ankles and lifted them up until I was almost bent in half. I met his eyes as he entered me again, leaning over my legs and bottoming out in one motion. He groaned at my scream. I'd thought he felt larger when I was on top of him, but at this angle he was massive. The pain quickly morphed into pleasure as he began moving. His head was framed by my legs and sweat dripped off his forehead onto my breasts. He slammed into me urgently, gripping my legs, and I wasn't sure if a new climax was starting or if it was a continuation of my last one, but I was careening over the edge, screaming and growling and crying out.

"Kitten," he rasped. "I'm so close."

I lifted my hips off the bed to meet his thrusts, twisting my hands in the sheet, focusing on his face. His eyes squeezed shut and then snapped open as if in surprise, his mouth forming a perfectly shaped O. His breath came out in short, panting moans as he came, my inner walls still spasming around him as my orgasm just seemed to go on and on. He kept moving inside me as my climax ended before throwing my legs apart and collapsing on my chest, his arms wrapped tightly around my shoulders. I held him, still recovering, until our breathing slowed.

His fingers found their way to my hair and tangled in it fiercely as he kissed me deeply, his tongue sweeping through my mouth with leftover urgency.

"Jesus," I breathed, our mouths still pressed together.

"Damn right," he agreed, kissing me more slowly. "That was incredible."

I let out a small, self-conscious laugh. He rolled onto his back next to me, taking my hand and pressing it to his lips. He let out a long sigh just as I felt Ben slide down the bed next to me, taking me in his arms. I met his eyes anxiously.

"I love you," Ben murmured before kissing me.

I kept my hand in Joe's, but hugged Ben with my other arm, kissing him back.

"I love you," I replied.

Ben's cock was pressed against my hip, hard and hot. I raised my eyebrows invitingly and threw a leg over his, urging him on top of me. His surprise quickly turned into a combination of delight and relief. He entered me quickly, my legs immediately winding around his waist. Ben snaked his arms around my shoulders, holding me to him securely. Joe was stroking and kissing my hand. I looked back and forth between them before finally giving in and closing my eyes, letting the sensations take over.

Ben moved steadily, and I knew he was waiting for me to come again. I gripped his behind with my free hand and he began nuzzling my neck, then ran his tongue around my ear before nibbling on my earlobe. I arched up into him and moaned. Joe began stroking from my fingers to my shoulder and back again. Ben shifted onto his knees a bit more, applying more pressure to my pelvis and my eyes flew open. I cried out, my orgasm surprising me. He flashed a quick smile and increased his movements. It didn't take long before he buried his face in my neck, groaning loudly.

"God, babe," he said loudly. He rolled to the side, taking me with him and forcing Joe to release my hand. "You are amazing."