Glancing down, I swallow hard. The shape of his semi hard dick in his sweats is clearly defined, the pierced head visible beneath the clingy soft fabric. My mouth waters. I love Zane’s dick when he’s half hard. I don’t know why, but it’s so big that it looks hot that way.
I like it hard, too, of course, but seeing it like this, hanging thick and heavy in his pants, makes my heart speed up.
Stretching out my hand, I trace my fingers over the length of him, and he shivers. His thickness jerks under the fabric.
“Are we taking a shower? Or was there some other reason you wanted to show me the shower room?” I ask him in a silly, pretend-sultry voice.
He smirks, and that’s the only warning I get before he turns me around and places my hands on the sink against the wall. He yanks up both my sweater and the strappy top with a built-in bra that I have on underneath, so my heavy breasts fall free. There’s a mirror above the sink, and I watch as he stares at my tits in the reflection. He pinches a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twists, making me gasp.
A soft, muted whispered sound escapes his throat. Zane can’t speak or make normal sounds since having his throat cut, so I take every noise he makes and hoard it to me like a precious gift.
His sounds are rare and, for that reason, they mean so much to me.
His other hand lets go of mine on the sink, and he indicates for me to keep them like that by pointing to them. I do as he says.
Obeying Zane is ingrained in me somehow. Not only me, either. The other two men—even if they wouldn’t admit it—always end up deferring to Zane if he really wants something to go a certain way. He just has an air of command about him. Maybe it’s his size, or the fact that because he doesn’t speak, he doesn’t waste time talking about stupid shit?
Whatever the reason, when Zane wants to tell you something, you damn well take notice.
He frowns, pulls my arms off the sink for a moment, and gestures for me to hold them up. Then he lifts off my sweater, and the strappy support top underneath, and places them behind him on a stool.
Firmly, he takes hold of my wrists and places my hands back on the sink. Then he palms both my breasts, squeezing them together and rubbing his thumb over my nipples, tugging and tweaking them, making them longer and hard. My pussy tingles and tightens in response, and I feel myself getting wetter.
Before I met these three men, I didn’t particularly like my body and always wanted to be losing a few pounds. Now, I love all my curves, because they do, and they made me realize I’m beautiful just the way I am.
Zane kisses my neck, before dropping behind me, pulling the soft cashmere down my legs as he goes, taking my panties with him.
Like this, bent over the sink, my breasts almost in it, and my ass pushed up in the air, I feel lewd and wanton. My pussy aches,and the first touch of Zane’s long tongue to my clit as he covers my pussy with his entire mouth has me jerking and letting out a shocked cry.
He stands swiftly and spanks my ass once, the crack ringing out in the room. My ass cheek flares with heat, and I picture a red mark in the shape of his hand on my pale skin. He puts a finger to his lips, in the universalshushsign that most everyone in the world seems to know.
I nod, realizing that I shouted loudly, though I’m not sure the slap was much quieter. We don’t want to get banned from the flight home due to lewd behavior.
Good girl, he mouths.
When he calls me that, it makes my insides melt.
He goes back down to kneeling behind me as he carefully parts my already slick folds with his fingers before covering my pussy with his mouth, and fucking me with his long, thick tongue.
Working at me until I’m gasping and wriggling against the sink, Zane gets me right on the edge but stops before I can fall.
“Not fair,” I moan.
As he stands, I see in the mirror that he’s pulled his own pants down, and his massive cock jerks up with that cold metal glinting in the lights of the bathroom.
I’m. Going. To. Fuck. You. Now.
Zane enunciates every word so clearly that I can easily read his lips in the mirror.
He adds one last word.Hard.
I swallow. Zane fucking me hard sounds like the thing I need most in the world right now.
He pushes two fingers inside me, testing the resistance, and his gaze meets mine in the mirror.
Something deep and hot passes between us as he holds my gaze captive in his while he pumps two fingers in and out of mypussy. Soon, I’m panting again, and almost right on that edge. Once more, he stops and removes his fingers, leaving me empty and whimpering with need. My pussy clenches around nothing.
He brings his fingers to his face, twisting them to see my moisture glinting under the lights, then he sucks them into his mouth.
