She sat up and swiveled her legs around. “I’m not missing competition, am I?”

“No. Just practice. Competition in a little while.”

“Good. And what will you be doing today?”

“Keeping an eye on Alex. I have some business to attend to later this afternoon, but otherwise, I’m free.”

She reached out to lay her hand on his knee. “That’s good to know.”

He picked up her hand. “Why? Do you have something in mind?”

“I might. While I was having coffee out here I was . . . thinking. Fantasizing, actually.”

“Yeah? About what?”

“About how I used to masturbate imagining a threesome. And how my reality was nothing like my fantasies. And then I got hot just thinking about it.”

He laid his cup on the table. “You’re making me hard telling me about it.”

She zeroed in on his board shorts, on the oh so impressive erection pressing against them. “I like you hard. I mean, I like you all the time, but hard? Oh, most definitely.”

He stood. “Lay back against the chaise and touch yourself. Show me how you do it.”

“Only if you show me how you do it.”

He started to untie his shorts. “I plan to.”

Since they were on the top floor penthouse suite, and she had no neighbors on either side, they had plenty of privacy. There was a roof and a balcony wall and they were high enough no one could see them. And she had every intention of enjoying this moment with Ben. She lay back and spread her robe open, exposing herself to Ben.

Her pussy quivered as she splayed her fingers over her breasts, teasing her nipples.

Ben dropped his shorts and pulled out his cock. It was hard already and she swallowed, licking her lips.

“Yeah, I liked your mouth on me last night. Tell me what you imagined in that scenario.”

“Two men, ripping my clothes off.”

He fisted his cock in his hands, drawing the shaft through. “Do you like it rough?”

“Sometimes. Last night, though? You and Alex handled it perfectly. Just the way I needed it.”

“And this morning?”

She snaked her fingers down, over her abdomen, tapping at her sex. “This morning I need to come again.”

He stroked his cock, using slow, rhythmic movements. “I want to watch you get yourself off, Victoria.”

She used one hand to play with her nipples, the other dipped lower, over her pussy to tease at her clit.

“Tell me how that feels,” Ben said.

“My clit tingles. My nipples are tight. I feel warm all over. It feels so good, Ben.”

“Yeah, I know that feeling. My cock is swelling hard in my hand, making me want to be inside you.”

As she rubbed her clit she watched Ben’s movements. He’d go slow, threading his cock through his closed fist, then jack his cock faster. It made her breathing quicken watching the features on his face tighten, knowing he was giving himself pleasure.

She quivered all over, and when she tucked two fingers into her pussy, using the heel of her hand to rub her clit, she heard his breathing deepen.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Ben said, speeding up his movements. “Fuck yourself.”

She felt the stirrings of orgasm and lifted her hips as if she was offering her pussy to Ben.

Heat penetrated her body, and pleasure swelled her sex. Her clit throbbed. She slowed her movements, watching Ben as he stroked faster.

It was the most delicious thing she’d ever seen.

“I’m going to come,” she said.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “I am, too.”

He drew closer, the movements of his hand over his cock swift. His cockhead spilled pearly drops of liquid and he used them to lubricate the shaft.

She spread her robe as he moved in even closer. Now she was ready—ready for him, ready for herself to go off.

“Oh, fuck,” Ben said. “I’m coming.

Ben let out a strangled groan as come spurted from his cock, the glorious white stream jettisoning into a perfect arc onto her belly and breasts. Watching him set her off and over and she cried out as she came, her hips undulating toward him as waves of orgasm catapulted her in a frenzy of wild pleasure. Her pussy squeezed her fingers in a tight vise of rhythmic contractions, sweet sensations that she reveled in while she watched Ben in the throes of his orgasm.

When she finally dropped her hips back to the chaise, she smiled up at Ben and swept her fingers over the ropes of come on her breasts.

“Now I need a shower.”

He leaned down and brushed his lips over hers. “And now we both need breakfast. How about I clean up a little, then order something for us while you shower?”