I Told You So Ch. 06

I didn't know what it meant. By this point I acknowledged that my feelings for him were very strong - I knew I loved him, but I didn't know if I was falling in love with him. I didn't even know if it was possible to be in love with two people simultaneously. I had to remind myself frequently to not worry about putting a label on it as long as we were all happy.

And I was happy.

The day that we moved the last of my things in, I was hanging the rest of my clothes in the closet when Ben announced he was making us dinner to celebrate. He left to get groceries and Joe wandered into the room to keep me company. When I went into the hallway with my empty suitcases, he followed to hoist them onto the tall shelf of the closet that I couldn't reach.

"Thanks," I said, placing my hand on his arm.

I'd meant it to be a quick touch but once our skin made contact it was as if we were two magnets, unable to pull apart. Our eyes met and I felt my pulse quicken, a tingle starting between my legs. I shook my head slightly, amazed at my reaction. Joe's lips parted and I could see he was dazed by his response as well.

"Chelsea," he said in a wavering voice.

My eyes widened. "I know," I whispered.

We came together instantly, my feet coming off the floor with the force of his embrace. Our mouths met fiercely, our teeth crashing into each other as our tongues searched for the other. I was whimpering, trying to get closer to him somehow. He grabbed one of my legs and hooked it around his waist. I wrapped my other leg around him and he carried me into his room. We tumbled onto the bed, our hands gripping each other's hair and shirts and arms. Joe shoved the front of my shirt down roughly, groaning when he saw that I wasn't wearing a bra. His teeth closed around a nipple roughly and I shrieked, pressing his head against me.

An image of Ben suddenly flew into my mind and I started to push Joe away; we shouldn't be doing this when we were alone. But Joe cupped his hand between my legs, pressing the thin material of my leggings into me, and my mind went blank. My head was thrown back, my eyes closed, and I was crying out, unaware of him moving off me slightly, only focusing on his fingers pushing the fabric into my wetness. Then through my eyelids I saw the flash of light.

My eyes snapped open and I saw him holding his phone and grinning wickedly.

"What the hell?" I shouted, shocked and angry.

He flopped down next to me and showed me the picture. I sucked in my breath at the sight. The arch of my neck and my mouth open in pleasure was the focus but, while blurry, the image of my exposed breast was clearly visible. Although my eyes were closed, my arousal was obvious. I looked up at Joe who was staring not at the picture, but at me.

"You are the sexiest woman, kitten," he said seriously.

I blushed and looked at the photo for a moment before looking away, overwhelmed. I saw his fingers start typing and grabbed wildly for the phone.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I hissed.

He slipped an arm around me and held the phone in front of us so I could watch him. He was sending the picture to Ben. My stomach tilted, thrilled and excited but also nervous.

Hurry home, was the message he attached to the picture.

We lay there, our eyes wide and trained on the phone, panting, our bodies wound tight.

Fuck, came the response.

We laughed breathlessly, not moving our eyes from the screen. We both gasped when the next text came in.

Go ahead and get started.

I lifted my eyes slowly to meet Joe's, holding my breath. We stared at each other for ages. I watched his hand reach slowly for my cheek, stroking my face with his thumb. He was just starting to put the phone down when it buzzed, making us jump.

Call me and turn the speaker on.

I clapped a hand over my mouth in astonishment. Joe froze in shock for a moment before chuckling quietly and dialing Ben, throwing the phone on the bed next to us. He dived onto me, his mouth at my breast again. I couldn't hear if Ben said anything when he picked up, but I couldn't have held back if I wanted to. I immediately cried out, my hands gripping Joe's hair. I felt his growl vibrate against my skin, his hands dragging my leggings down my hips and I moaned. My hands clutched at his back, pulling his shirt up. He drew away slightly to yank it off and I lunged for him, biting his chest, my nails digging into his back.

He inhaled sharply. "Fuck," he cried out, whipping my shirt off my head in one quick motion.

Our hands met at his jeans, shoving them and his boxers onto the floor. He covered my body with his, pushing me into the mattress and I squealed in surprise, then moaned when I felt his hardness against me.

"Christ, Chelsea," he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut.

He opened them slowly and moved his gaze over my body. His tongue trailed up my neck to my ear and I moaned again.

"What do you want me to do, kitten?" he whispered teasingly.

He drew back with a quick glance at the phone inches from our heads.

"Tell me what you want me to do to you," he said suggestively, pressing his groin into me.

My head came back and I gripped his behind. Joe wasn't normally talkative like this, so I knew it was for Ben's benefit.

"Tell me, kitten," he said firmly, his hips pushing harder against me. "You're so wet, Chels. God," he moaned. "So hot and wet. You look so fucking sexy right now."

"Joe," I cried, unable to say anything else.

"Tell me what you want, honey," he continued, his jaw clenched in his struggle to restrain himself. He began circling his hips. "I'll do whatever you want, but you have to tell me."

I writhed against him, squeezing his butt cheeks, whimpering and gasping. His hips stopped abruptly and he grabbed my hands, holding my wrists down on the bed. He leaned in and swiped his tongue across my bottom lip, but held back from kissing me. The only sound in the room was my ragged breathing. He moved my wrists up so they were near my shoulders, gripping them tightly so I couldn't move my arms.

"Say it," he commanded, his tone more forceful than I'd ever heard it.

I watched him with wide eyes. What I wanted was him inside me. But I couldn't bring myself to say that - to do that - without Ben with us, not even with him listening and approving.

"Say it," he repeated warningly, his voice almost threatening.

"Lick me," I finally gasped, my desire overpowering any shyness or uncertainty. "I want your tongue inside me, Joe."

His eyes widened in surprised arousal and his nostrils flared.

"I want your tongue and your fingers inside me," I went on, my voice frantic. "I want you to make me come with your mouth while Ben listens."

His grip on my wrists tightened. "Christ," he muttered, his eyes glassy.

"Do it," I ordered fiercely, bucking my hips against him. "Do it," I begged. "Make me come."

He growled, applying more pressure to my arms for a moment, his eyes burning into mine.

"You are so fucking hot," he told me before moving down my body.

He released my wrists and gripped my thighs, holding my hips down as his tongue ran the length of my opening, circling my clit. I tangled my fingers in his hair and let out a shriek.

"Fuck!" I cried out.

I couldn't pay attention to what he was doing to me, the pleasure was building in such a rapid crescendo that I just closed my eyes, pulled on his hair, and heard myself scream and cry out. I knew I was babbling, possibly words of encouragement or maybe a string of curses - I had no idea. The climax rushed through me, my entire body shuddering with release, my heart pounding so loudly that my ears started ringing.

Through it all, Joe didn't stop. Moaning against me, his tongue and lips playing me like a master musician with his prized instrument, he brought me to the peak over and over and over again until I was a pool of jelly, whimpering but not letting go of my hold on his head. I felt a sharp pressure just under my pelvis and knew his fingers were against my g-spot. My hips flew off the bed and I screamed, clenching my thighs around his hand.

"Fuck, Joe! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, god damn," I heard myself shout.

I finally had to push him away, curling into myself for a moment as I panted and tried to catch my breath. I felt Joe behind me and clutched his arms around me, pressing his hands to my breasts.

"Jesus H. Christ," I said loudly, only now noticing the phone was right next to my head.

"My God, Chelsea," Joe said thickly, his voice shaking.

Something in his tone spurred me on and I flipped over, pressing him to his back. I kissed him deeply, drinking my taste from his mouth. His hands were on my behind, his fingers pinching into the flesh. I sat up suddenly and tugged at him.

"Sit on the edge of the bed," I said urgently, pulling his arms in my impatience.

He seemed to move slowly as he looked at me in awe. I knelt between his legs and plunged my mouth over his straining erection. His hands gripped the sides of my head and he cursed loudly. I bobbed over him frantically before steadying my movements, my fervor waning into a low throb that I knew was only temporary. I pulled my mouth off him with an audible pop and met his eyes.

"I want you to come for me," I said in a low voice, stroking his length.

He groaned, then swore when I dropped a hand between my legs. I dipped my fingers inside and then brought the hand to his cock, lubricating him.

"Fucking hell, Chels," he declared. He glanced back at the phone and moved it closer to us. "Chelsea just stuck her hand in her pussy and covered my cock with her juice, Ben. She is the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen." His eyes bored into mine as he spoke.

It was possibly the crudest thing I've ever heard said about me, but the arousal was coursing through me like a freight train, and the words made me growl and bite Joe's inner thigh. I wondered if Ben had left the store by now and hoped he wasn't listening to this while driving. Picturing his response to hearing us was incredibly salacious and I took Joe in my mouth, sucking him with hunger. Fondling his balls, I moaned around him and he swore again. I replaced my mouth with my hand, cupping his crown in my hand and circling my palm over the tip.

"I am going to make you come so hard," I said distinctly, wanting Ben to hear me. Joe's hands fisted in my hair. "I'm going to make you explode."

I swept my tongue around his testicles before running it the length of him, staring into his eyes.

"Do you want to come in my mouth?" I asked conversationally. "Or do you want to come on my breasts?"

Joe's mouth moved but no words came out, his eyes glazed.

"Tell me," I said with a slow grin. "Say it," I demanded, squeezing him.

Joe exhaled in a hiss. "Damn, woman," he growled.

He grabbed my shoulders, pulling me to him forcefully until our eyes were level.

"I want both," he said fiercely before impaling me with his tongue.

He broke the kiss almost immediately and shoved my head back down between his legs with an aggression that thrilled me. His hand moved to my neck, fisting in my hair again, holding me to him as his hips moved slightly to meet my mouth. I cupped his balls and was just starting to feel them contract when there were hands on my hips pulling me up to my knees.

"Fuck," I heard Ben's voice behind me gasp, his fingers between my legs.

My eyes flew open and I looked up at Joe. He was leaning back, resting on his arm, his head thrown back and his eyes closed. Ben pushed into me in one deep thrust and I squealed around Joe. I watched his head come forward and knew that he and Ben had made eye contact.

Ben started pumping into me and I pushed back into him, our movements making my head bob onto Joe. Ben's hands were kneading into my behind and then gripping my waist as his hips flew into me. Joe tightened his fingers in my hair and began pushing his hips toward me in perfectly timed movements to Ben's thrusts. I felt the sharp tingling warmth begin and my mouth opened wider as I began crying out around Joe. One of my hands was clutching his thigh to steady myself, the other stroking him rapidly.

"I'm going to come," Joe shouted, pushing my head away.

Ben wrapped an arm around my waist to pull me against his chest, changing the angle of his thrusts. Joe covered my hand with his and we stroked him together, his features crumpling as his orgasm began. Ben's fingers found my nipple and pinched roughly. I heard him yell my name just before his teeth found my shoulder blade. Joe muttered a string of curses as the first drops hit my chest. I cried out when my climax peaked, watching the spurts dapple my breasts.

My release was ending and I dropped my head forward to swallow the rest, Ben's final thrust propelling my head into Joe's crotch. I gently licked and cleaned Joe, my hands trembling on his thighs. He had fallen back onto the bed, his chest heaving so much he was shaking the mattress. Ben was pressed against me, his weight a comforting pressure, his penis still pulsing inside me.

I let out a long, low groan, and slid to the floor in a puddle at Joe's feet.

I was barely able to feel Ben's arms around me, lifting me onto the bed, but I felt their bodies press around me and murmured happily, my eyes still closed.

"I'm glad you didn't get into an accident listening to that," I mumbled to Ben, my hand finding his leg and stroking him.

He chuckled into my hair. "I wasn't listening," he said quietly.

"What?" Joe and I spoke at the same time.

I opened my eyes to look at Ben cautiously. "You weren't?"

Ben gave us a mischievous grin and sprung out of bed, returning with his phone. He clicked a few buttons and in the next moment I heard my voice crying out. Then Joe's demanding voice, followed by me telling him what to do. Then...just moans and screams of pleasure. A second ago I had been completely satiated but now felt a rush of heat between my legs. I looked at Ben, my mouth open.

"I sent it to voicemail," he said unnecessarily. "Now we'll have it for eternity." His eyes were crinkled in amusement.

I couldn't help giggling. "Turn it off!" I shouted.

"Why?" Ben teased. "It sounds so fucking hot."

"Yeah, but unless you guys bounce back much quicker than usual, you're going to have to turn it off. Otherwise it's just mean to tease," I said wickedly.

They laughed and Ben turned off the voicemail. He rested his head on the bed facing mine, cupping my face.

"I love you, Chelsea," he said softly, giving me a sweet, lingering kiss.

I ran a finger across his bottom lip. "I love you, too," I whispered, staring into his eyes.

Joe planted a kiss on my shoulder blade but I couldn't bring myself to face him. The memory of our moment in the hallway popped into my head and despite how enjoyable the resulting adventure had been, something about it made me uneasy. Discovering Ben hadn't been listening after all was also unsettling. I was unable to pinpoint the reason, but I couldn't look Joe in the eyes yet.

I excused myself to shower, grateful that neither of them offered to join me. When I stepped out of the tub, Ben surprised me by handing me a warm towel fresh from the dryer. I gasped in delight.

"Oh, thank you," I said with a sigh, dreamily wrapping myself up in it.

He smiled, rubbing the towel over me.

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asked when he started toweling my hair.

I looked at him in surprise. "How do you do that?" I asked fondly.

He gave me a hug. "I know you, sweetheart. And you do the same for me," he added matter-of-factly.

He wrapped the towel around me efficiently and led me to our room, closing the door behind us. Seating me on the edge of the bed, he knelt behind me and started combing my hair.

"Talk to me," he implored.

We were facing the mirror and I met his gaze in our reflection. He smiled affectionately.

"It's okay, you can say anything to me."

I sighed. "I'm - a little confused, I guess."

He nodded. "About Joe?"

"I guess." I looked at him curiously. "Why didn't you listen to us?"

He looked surprised for a moment before shrugging.

"I didn't want to walk around the grocery store bursting out of my pants," he said with a grin. "And I knew if I started listening it would take me that much longer to get back here, so I just sent it to voicemail and rushed home."

He saw my worried look.

"Is that what's bothering you?"

"Partly," I said in a small voice. "It feels like I was cheating."

"Sweetheart," he said in concern, wrapping his arms around me. "You weren't. I knew what you were doing. Hell, I told you to," he added, resting his chin on my shoulder and looking at me in the mirror.

"Chelsea," he said, turning me to face him. "I promise you, if I'd had a problem with it, I would have said so."

"I know," I told him, and I did know that.

"I won't do that again if you don't want me to," he said, studying my eyes.

I shrugged. I couldn't help a small smile. "It would be pretty hot to hear it," I said, sneaking a glance at him.

He hugged me again, laughing. "It was. I listened to it twice while you were showering."

I giggled. "Did you play it for Joe?"

"Hell no," he said with a smile. "That was for me."

He knelt behind me again, going to work on my tangles and I tried to relax. I bit my lip, looking at my hands.

"I just - I didn't expect that to happen while you were gone," I told him earnestly. "I don't want it to seem like I - either of us - that we were waiting for you to leave so we could jump each other or something."

"I don't think that, babe," Ben assured me.

I nodded, still avoiding looking at him.

"That's not everything, though, is it?" he asked quietly. "Tell me," he urged gently.

I took a deep breath. "There was - a moment. In the hallway. That started it...and I - I guess my reaction surprised me."

"How much you wanted him?" Ben asked after a short silence.

"Yeah," I whispered. "It was...intense."

I peeked at his reflection to see him nodding. He glanced at me and saw me watching him. He smiled comfortingly.

"I know you guys have chemistry. You have a connection. I knew it before this whole thing started."

My brow wrinkled and I looked down.

"Chels, it's okay," he said comfortingly. "I understand. I mean, obviously I get how he could feel that way about you." He smiled again. "And I see how you could feel that for him, too."

"But - what does it mean?" I asked desperately. "How can I feel this way about him when I'm in love with you?" I blinked, feeling tears starting. I swallowed. "Ben, what if - what if I fall in love with him?" I asked in horror.

He sat next to me and drew me into his lap.

"Would that be such a bad thing?" he asked softly, stroking my hair. "I think you might already be in love with him, anyway."

"But how is it possible?" I whispered, clutching his arms. "And what if -" I broke off in a sob. "What if - if -"

"What if you decide that it's Joe you want to be with instead of me?" Ben asked, correctly guessing my fear.

I stared at him, terrified. He smiled softly and gave me a light kiss.

"Chelsea, if that happens, then Joe will be the luckiest guy in the world," he said, not without sadness. "And I would do my best to be happy for both of you."

I was astounded and I knew my face reflected it.

"But - I don't want that to happen!" I said vehemently. "I want you! And I want to keep wanting you. What if we're fucking everything up?"

"Sweetheart," Ben said calmly, taking my hands in his. "You want me. You love me. Right now, at this moment, and for the foreseeable future, you want to spend your life with me. Am I correct?"

"Yes," I said, cupping his face in my hands. "Yes. I love you, Ben."

"And I love you. And I plan on spending my life with you. And that's all that matters. As far as I'm concerned, you and Joe can be in love too, and he'll always be a part of our relationship in some way. I don't feel like it's hurting what you and I have."