Brian comes in behind John and steps to his side so he can see Elsie in front of him. She looks like she’s floating on clouds, surrounded by all of those white bubbles. He is rigid and focused, his eyes penetrating into her.
Elsie slinks into the water a little bit more, feeling the intensity rolling off these two men.
“We’re going to get in with you now, Angel,” John explains, his voice husky.
He pulls the shirt over his head and Elsie’s eyes zero in on his nipples.
“When did you get your nipples pierced?” she squeaks out.
“They’ve always been pierced I just don’t wear the bars at the gym, or when I’m working,” he answers with a smirk lifting the corner of his beautiful mouth.
He throws his shirt to the side and begins to take off his pants. Stepping out of them, he sends his pants to land with his shirt. He is completely naked and his massive erection is standing tall in front of him.
Elsie can’t stop her jaw from dropping to the floor at the glorious sight of John naked before her.
“And those?” she can barely say the words.
“Yep, always,” he says loving Elsie’s reaction, his grin spreading across his face.
John has a Prince Albert piercing on the head of his engorged cock. At the base of his hard swollen shaft is another piercing, a bar.
Elsie almost licks her lips in wanton anticipation of those piercings in and on her.
I don’t deserve to touch her, John thinks to himself.
The demons he struggles to keep at arm’s reach every second of everyday come crashing down on him, yelling in his face and filling him with doubts. They bring with them the self-loathing which fits him like a well-worn shirt, nauseating him, churning his stomach and rising like vomit within him, unable to be controlled. He can’t ignore it any longer, the reminder that he doesn’t deserve affection, he doesn’t deserve kindness, and most of all, there is no way he deserves to be loved. He has so much blood on his hands, he’s killed so many people, he can never be washed clean. There are so many screaming voices in his head from the war he willingly participated in that sometimes, if he’s not careful, it’s the only sound he hears. The wails will go on endlessly, echoing through his head. Every single one of them so clear, the agonizing cries of innocent people, tortured by the enemy while he was ordered to stand down. For so long those people have been his only companions.
I am not going to succumb to this now! he tells himself as he steps into the tub, pushing everything aside except for the beautiful woman waiting for them. He slides in behind Elsie and pulls her back to his front, determined to live only in this moment. When she’s snuggled in place, he lets his hands begin to gently knead her shoulders and her arms wanting to relax and soothe her. He can feel how tightly wound her nerves are.
Brian has yanked off his shirt revealing his perfectly sculpted torso. The muscles ripple under his taut flesh, his chest is covered with soft-looking hair. He has a beautiful cobra tattoo, its head slithering from his back, over his shoulder to his chest, as if he’s about to strike. And he too has hoops in his nipples. Elsie wonders if she will be even more shocked by Brian’s piercings than she was with John’s.
“Don’t tell me there’s going to be a surprise down there, too,” Elsie croaks out.
They both laugh at her reaction, it was priceless.
“No, Baby Girl, no piercings on my cock. But I might consider it if you want it,” he winks at her, smiling devilishly.
Brian slides his pants off and throws them to the side with John’s. The sight of his erection is pure beauty. He’s long and wide, not as wide as John’s but John is huge, with a perfect head that begs you to run your tongue around the rim then along the big vein feeding down the underside of it. Elsie can see his balls and they are perfection as well, they don’t hang too low and they’re not tucked up too tight. Just perfect to hold in her hand.
Elsie meets their eyes and their gaze calls out a warning, ‘We’re coming for you so you’d better be ready.’ It sears into her, making her pussy throb and clench as she feels her juices being squeezed out of her.
Brian steps into the tub and sits in front of John and Elsie, then he moves in close. John’s hands slide up Elsie’s arms as she leans her back against him. She’s looking at Brian wide-eyed and both men can tell she’s tense and nervous. Brian gently places his hands on her legs and begins to massage them at her calves. They go slow so they don’t spook her, but they don’t want to go too slowly. The deep rubbing along her muscles and the hot water lapping at her skin begin to work and she finds herself melting into an intoxicated bundle of arousal. She feels drunk from the pleasures of their touch and she begins to let her desire take over. Brian lifts her legs over John’s knees opening her up to him. Her head dips back onto John’s shoulder as her need skyrockets. She needs them to touch her, enter her, fill her, and quench this hunger raging inside of her.
Oh God, she moans.
“Yes, Angel, we know,” John’s voice purrs next to her ear.
His mouth begins a torturous assault on her neck and shoulder, biting her lightly, his tongue stroking from her shoulder up her neck. His arms circle her pinning her arms down at her sides as he takes her breasts in each of his hands. His fingers swirl around each nipple making them scream for his touch. John has her legs pressed against the sides of
