11. Chapter 11

Ben is beautiful in an unself-conscious way as he works his deft fingers into Luo Fei, his narrow, chiseled features handsomely sharp and exquisite. At this angle, Xiaoman can’t see everything, and the cheongsam has fallen low to hide Ben’s hand, but Ben’s expression of unadulterated arousal says everything. His eyes are bright and his breathing is deep, as if he has to remember to take in air.

Xiaoman is not further off, Luo Fei’s own fingers working at her and penetrating her, vacillating between fierce thrusts and soft massages as he forgets himself. She is wet and open and ready, and his fingers are not enough to fill her, not even close. She keeps snapping her hips to get him back on track, to little avail.

He’s leaning forward but he’s thrown his head back and closed his eyes, breathing heavily through his nose even as his red-stained lips fall open. The intrusion is new and strange to him — Xiaoman supposes any man might find it odd to be penetrated in any way for the first time, when they have spent their lives pushing themselves into women.

The thought sends a flair of jealousy through her, however unjust it might be. All three of them have had lovers. They are grown adults who have experienced life to its fullest. She slowly breathes in and returns her attention to the matters at — ha! — hand.

Luo Fei shudders as Ben makes a particularly forceful thrust with his fingers, then cries out. Ben grins in delight. “Found it!” He does something again and Luo Fei keens, curling up to push his forehead against Xiaoman’s chest. She holds him steady by the back of his neck with one hand and uses her other push Ben’s hand off Luo Fei’s hip, replacing it with her own. Luou Fei grabs her thighs, clinging like a man trying not to drown, gasping desperately in between low, soft keening noises and his hips grind against nothing but Ben’s pressure.

“Shhh, my love,” Ben whispers. He looks at Xiaoman as he uses his free hand to undo his trousers and push them down. She glimpses his cock, which is long and firm, flushed dark pink. He moves forward, and she knows this dance: grabbing himself, lining up, pushing in. He is still trying to be gentle, so stops when Luo Fei exclaims a brittle cry. “Does it hurt?”

Luo Fei’s spirit snaps into place and he glares over his shoulder. “You are just...well endowed.” He says the last with a pouty moue.

Xiaoman chuckles. She reaches down between them, fumbling under the cheongsam until she has Luo Fei in hand. He hisses, scrunching his eyes closed. She squeezes his cock just a little. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, Ah-Fei.”

Luo Fei might try to grumble but he stops short when Ben puts a firm hand in the middle of his back. “Bear down on me,” he says, breathless, his eyes wide and fevered with desire. “Come on, Luo Fei. God, I want you.”

Xiaoman shifts forward and uses her other hand on Luo Fei’s hip to start pushing him backward, still holding his cock in a tight grip. This time, Ben does not stop when Luo Fei cries out, instead thrusting his hips hard in a small motion — enough, apparently, to breach Luo Fei, who gasps and shivers. Xiaoman loosens her hold on his cock and strokes it gently, even as it wilts a little in her hand.

Ben’s eyes are closed and he’s nodding, as if he has discovered something he agrees with. He bites his lower lip and pushes forward, just a little, again. Luo Fei whines but his mouth is open, his face slack with pleasure.

“Oh,” is all he says.

Ben smirks, still with his eyes closed, and pulls out a little before pressing back in. He’s gentle but as relentless as the tides, rocking forward and back until, at last, he gives a short shove and is fully seated.

Through it all Luo Fei is panting, his mouth open, his eyes finding their focus on Xiaoman. She studies him for signs of pain, of any indication that he cannot handle what is happening, but none come. Whatever discomfort he feels is clearly overcome by his desires.

And Xiaoman...she feels strong. She feels in control. She squeezes his newly re-energized cock and puts her mouth by his ear, speaking loud enough for Ben to hear.

“Do you like being taken? Do you like that he is inside of you? You are his entire world. Can you feel how hot his dick is?”

“Xiaoman!” Ben cries out softly, looking at her in surprise.

She lets go of Luo Fei’s cock and grabs his waist with both hands, shoving him back onto Ben’s dick so hard that Ben grabs her shoulders to steady himself, even as he grunts through the sensation.

“Ben!” Luo Fei calls out, his head falling to rest on Xiaoman’s thigh, turned to the side, looking out at nothing through dazed eyes, a soft smile gracing his full, kiss-stung lips.

And that, it seems, is all Ben needs to be unleashed.