They both looked surprised at that.
"He kissed me," I explained.
"It was hot?" Leif suggested.
"Yeah, it was," I said. "Confusing too."
"I think I'm jealous," Leif said with a laugh. "He didn't kiss me before he tried to kill me."
"Me either," Forrest said with a chuckle.
"I'm honored," I said sarcastically. "The kiss was nice, but I could have skipped the ‘trying to kill me’ part."
"We'll figure this out," Forrest promised. "Let's not worry about that now. We want you to feel good."
"Yes, we do," Leif agreed. He pushed his fingers in deeper, stroking my g-spot while Forrest worked my breasts.
"You're a good girl, aren't you?" he whispered. "You want to come for us."
"I want to," I said, my voice almost a squeak. I cleared my throat. "I mean, I want to," I said, sounding a bit less like a mouse being strangled.
"Good girl," Forrest said again. He stroked my breasts like they were something to be worshipped.
Leif did the same to my pussy, fucking me with his hand while licking and kissing the insides of my thighs.
I moaned as I came hard and fast there under the warm flow of the water, teased and caressed by these two men, cresting the wave of bliss before crashing down, reality snapping back.
"You come beautifully," Forrest said. "Just perfect."
I caught my breath, then palmed Forrest's cock, wrapping my hand around his hard length. He let out a short breath before slowly pumping his cock in and out of my hand, sliding it all the way back and thrusting all the way in.
"Now there's a pretty sight," Leif said, leaning back on his haunches to watch, his own cock hard.
"Can I fuck you?" Forrest whispered.
I licked my lips quickly. If there was one thing I learned today, it was that life was short. Too short not to enjoy every moment as much as I could. Were we going fast? Yes. Did I mind? Not right now, no. I wanted to feel him inside me, thrusting. I wanted to know how it felt to be fucked by someone who cared about me.
I turned my face toward him.
"Yes. Yes, you can fuck me."
He smiled and stroked my cheek before turning me around and pressing my back against the tiles right where the warm water could still flow over me while he lifted one of my legs to his hip and positioned himself outside my entrance.
I started to look away but he said, "Eyes on me, beautiful."
I locked my gaze on his as he pressed himself inside me, gasping softly at the way he stretched me, filled me all the way and then some, stretched me when I didn't think I could be stretched anymore.
"You're so goddamn tight," he whispered. "So perfect."
He gripped my hips carefully and started to move inside me, carefully at first, then faster as I got used to him.
"So fucking perfect."
He added something that sounded like 'so fucking mine.'
I couldn't hear over the renewed roaring of blood in my ears. Especially not when Leif stepped closer to us and took my hand, guiding it to his cock until my fingers were wrapped around him.
Almost in unison, they both thrust, sliding against my skin, heating my blood, driving me toward another orgasm. I'd never come more than once. I was lucky to even do that when I was on my own with my toys but these men…
