I don’t deliberate too long. I just pull the trigger. “Give me a second.” I scoot behind the door that hides the toilet—this bathroom is super fancy—do my business, then strip out of my clothes. With a deep, courageous breath, I step into the shower with the two hard up men. They immediately trap me between their wet, foamy bodies.
“Did we wake you?” Chase sucks on the curve of my neck while Shane bites my collarbone. Every nerve ending in my body springs alive. Their skin is warm to the touch; their mouths are hungry and their hands insistent.
“No.” I close my eyes and allow them to ravish me. “I wish you would have.” I catch Shane’s mouth and kiss him readily as I’m drenched by the spray and my own excitement.
“Next time, we will.” Chase gropes my breast from behind, sliding his swollen, sudsy cock between the crack of my ass. “Bend over.”
“No.”
“Why?” He grips my hips commandingly, not liking my objection one bit.
“Because I want to finish watching the two of you. I said I didn’t mean to interrupt, and I meant it.”
Two pairs of smoldering eyes stare down at me. I’m suppressed by the extreme weight of their gaze, but I’m not intimidated. I was too invested in the show before not to see the scene play out.
“You want to watch?” Chase breaks me out of Shane’s arms. “Fine.” He sits me down on the corner ledge of the shower. It’s just wide enough for me to fit. “Spread your legs.” He forces my knees apart. “Touchyourself while you watch.”
I lick my lips with trepidation and nod. He drops a kiss on my head then turns his attention back to Shane. They pick up right where they left off, with a death grip on each other’s cock and their mouths fused together. I’m not sure if it’s the hot steam or my elevated body temperature making me sweat, but I’m saturated with a light film from head to toe.
“Jenn,” Shane snaps, inducing my fingers to find my folds. As soon as I touch myself, they both moan. “That’s it, baby.” His eyes are slits clouded with lust. Holy shit, this entire scenario is wicked intense. Two feral men going at it right in front of me, spiking my arousal to a peak it’s never been. I pant as I circle the tip of my middle finger around my swelling clit, each passing second the heated flesh becoming more sensitive to the touch. I rub harder as I watch Shane turn and press his chest to the shower wall, bringing his hands over his head. Deftly, Chase squeezes some lubrication onto his fingers before sliding them down the contour of his partner’s ass. Shane groans and growls, stretching his body in glorious ecstasy as Chase thoroughly primes him. Absorbed by the two of them, I follow Chase’s lead, sinking my middle finger into my pussy at the same time he penetrates Shane. The three of us each expel our own sound of pleasure from the heart-pounding sexual act.
“Oh, god.” A ripple of aroused sensation thunders through me. I pump my hand harder, adding a second finger as Chase fucks Shane right up the wall. As he pulls the entire length of his cock out and then plows right back into him over and over.And over.
The whole situation makes me stark raving mad with desire. Dark, indecent, self-indulgent desire.
I tickle my clit until I see stars. Until the sound of the shower spray is echoing in the far distance, my lust is rampant and my need ravenous. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come!” I proclaim just as my body gives way. With my free hand, I claw at the stone shower wall as my muscles pulsate, then tighten painfully seconds before I spiral out of control.
Drawing in desperately needed air, I barely have time to rebound when I feel one of them grab my chin and demand, “Open up.” I blink my eyes open to find Shane standing over me, the head of his throbbing erection a centimeter away from my face. “C’mon, baby, I’m so close,” he entreats dominantly, and through my climatic haze, I part my lips and swallow his cock. He groans gluttonously as I suck on him hard, the tip of his length stabbing the back of my throat with every hammering thrust of Chase’s hips. The force is so great, I have to anchor myself to them by sinking my nails into Chase’s thighs.
“That’s it, baby. Hold on. Almost there,” Shane grits out as Chase mercilessly pounds into him from behind. My jaw is stretched to the max, and my tonsils are on fire, but I fight like hell to hold on. Their pleasured sounds alone are worth the endurance.
When I don’t think I can take another second of Shane’s cock-beating, Chase grunts agonizingly, halting his punishing hips, and stills. A moment later, as if they’re in tune, Shane grips my hair with one hand and comes right down my throat. I ingest every drop of the salty fluid without protest. I suck him dry as his head bobbles above me, afloat in ecstasy.
“Shit,” he moans, detached.
I release his cock from my mouth with a pop.
That was . . . I have no words.
“You all right down there, pixie?” Chase peeks over Shane’s shoulder.
“I’m . . . I don’t know what I am, honestly.” I sag, worn the hell out.
“I know what you are.” Shane tilts my face up to them. “Ours.”
My only response is a searing gaze. My pride won’t let me admit that he’s right. Not yet anyway.
“Up.” Shane lifts me to my feet. “Let’s clean you off and take you back to bed. That was just the beginning of our day.” He drops a kiss on my lips as he moves me under the hot spray. My skin prickles as they both massage me, wash me, attend to me.
A girl could get used to this.
* * *
“I’m fucking starving.”Chase towel dries his hair stark naked in front of the bathroom mirror. Holy. Man. I pretty much drool. His body is what wet dreams are made of.
“Like what you see?” Shane calls me out on my blatant ogling.
“Maybe,” I don’t give either of them the satisfaction of knowing just how much I like what I see.
