13. Chapter 13

Luo Fei is folded over her, whimpering, barely holding on. Ben’s hair is falling into his eyes, no longer parted and styled in the careful sweep he normally maintains. He’s sweating like a racehorse, his shirt sticking to his skin. He pauses long enough to strip his jacket off and toss it aside but only that long, slamming into Luo Fei with a hard thrust as if apologizing for the delay.

And Xiaoman feels it all.

She feels the swell of Luo Fei inside of her, the quaking of her bones as Ben’s fevered fucking rattles all three of them, the heavy silk of the cheongsam between her thighs. Luo Fei has a mouthful of her jacket’s lapel, chewing on it through his cries, wetting it with his drool.

Reaching out, she grabs the edge of the settee with one hand to hold on and keep from being pushed back too far. She does not want to fall off Luo Fei’s dick because she does not want anything to slow down or stop. Her other hand wraps around Luo Fei’s waist to pull him in closer. He’s trying to thrust, eager to roll his hips, but Ben has set their rhythm and pace and there is nothing for them to do but take it.

“Stop fighting, Ah-Fei!” She stutters out the words breathlessly. “Let him take you. So beautiful on his cock, oh, oh!” She tightens her arm around him and lifts her legs higher. Luo Fei’s arms are wrapped around her tightly, his chest pressed against hers, his cock filling her up. He slams into her with every one of Ben’s powerful thrusts and she’s worried she will get unseated or the settee will topple over and it’s distracting, for a moment, to have so many parts in motion.

Ben grabs one of her ankles and yanks it high, tilting them all together and changing the angles as he towers over both of them. Suddenly everything is less awkward. Her back hits the settee’s cushion and she distantly hears Luo Fei cry out, his arms folding until his hands cradle the back of her head. She and Luo Fei are mostly horizontal now, and Xiaoman’s world has dialed down to the two men on top of her. She’s panting for breath but manages to curl her free leg around both of them, tying them together.

Ben’s thrusts become erratic.

“Xiaoman. Xiaoman,” He says, his voice hoarse. He looks almost panicked now, so close to completion yet already out of control. She wonders if he has ever been this far gone, before. His hand flexes around her ankle and he’s shaking, mouth open, staring down at them. Waiting for her. Waiting, like a good boy, for her permission.

“Fill him up, Ben,” she says through deep gasping breaths, and Luo Fei whines. The words flow out of her as the settee shakes with their efforts. “Mark him. Do it for me. I want it. I want all of you!”

He smiles at her, his lips quirking up in a smirk. His shoulder muscles tense and he bows up, his head falling forward, his hair dropping like a sheet over his face so that all she can see is the way his mouth is working, saying something like a chant until he grimaces and comes with a ragged cry. Xiaoman can feel Luo Fei’s muscles contracting around him and it hits all of her nerves until it’s simple, liquid pleasure in her veins.