Erin M. Leaf by You Taste So Sweet

who’d saved her in her dorm, the one who’d been strong enough to give mercy to his daughter. He was so strong, and yet, here in this moment, he was also vulnerable.
    “ You like when I touch you, don’t you Ben?” Dillon said, rubbing the head of Ben’s shaft against her clit.
    Lark moaned. She couldn ’t stand this teasing. She’d waited so long for the right man and then the world had ended before she’d found him. Maybe these two men would be all right for her, for now. She didn’t want to wait any longer. “Please,” she begged, hoping Dillon would understand. She ached.
    “ I know what you need, Lark,” Dillon said. “Come closer, Ben.” He tugged and Ben moved in even more. Dillon put his cock on her body, right where the ache was most intense.
    “ Yes, there,” Lark said, curling a leg around Ben’s hips. “Oh God.” Her hips moved involuntarily—she needed something. More of him. More of Dillon.
    Dillon kissed her waist, then went lower. Ben licked his lips, his eyes so green Lark wondered for a brief moment if he had contacts in— but no, Olivia’s eyes were like that too, she thought and then he moved, pushing inside little by little. She panted, trying to relax. He stopped just when it began to burn.
    “ You’re sure you want this?” he asked, voice raspy. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
    She nodded, digging her heel s into his ass. “Yes. Come on. Fuck me.” She was sure. She needed this more than she’d ever needed anything. She curled her fingers into Dillon’s hair and pulled him to her. Why wouldn’t they move?
    Dillon smiled against her skin. “Yeah, you’re ready,” he said, then he closed his mouth over her clit, licking up against Ben’s cock at the same time.
    Ben went perfectly still. “Dillon, Jesus.” His voice shook. “What are you doing?”
    Dillon paused. “Isn’t it kind of obvious?” And then he went right back to driving them both out of their minds.
    Lark couldn ’t help it. Her hips jerked, shoving Ben further inside. A sharp pinch shot through her, but then subsided as Dillon’s wicked mouth tongued her clit until her insides went molten. He licked and suckled, and then Ben lost control, pushing inside with one quick movement.
    “Jesus,” she breathed. It felt incredible. He felt incredible. Lark hung on to Dillon’s shoulder and Ben’s arm, trying to adjust to him being inside, and then Dillon licked down again and she climaxed, pleasure sweeping over her. Ben grunted, hips suddenly moving. He thrust into her, again and again until he, too, orgasmed, leaning over her and Dillon, face tight and lost.
    Dillon hugged them both, head down. When he finally stood up, wiping his face with the back of his hand, Lark watched him, wondering what would happen now. Ben was still twitching inside her. She kissed his head, feeling a little shaky herself. When she glanced back up, Dillon had his jeans open. When he jacked himself, clearly intending to bring himself off, she shook her head. “Dillon,” she said, reaching for him. She didn’t want him to be alone.
    Ben felt her stir and lifted up, sliding from her pussy. She winced a little, but he kissed her gently, smiling against her cheek before he stood up.
    “Do you have another condom?” she asked Dillon, ignoring the slight sting where Ben had been.
    His nostrils flared. “Yeah.”
    “ Put it on,” she said, glancing at Ben. He looked like a man torn between two pieces of candy: her and Dillon. He looked at her, then at Dillon, then back at her.
    She almost laughed at the look on his face— so clueless —though she was too conflicted to feel anything but sympathy for him. She’d lost her virginity to Ben, but it was Dillon who’d brought her to climax. I could fall in love with both of them, she realized.
    “ Are you sure, Lark?” Dillon asked, rolling the condom on his cock. His cock was a little longer and a little thinner than Ben. She wanted this. She wanted him more than she’d