“Not as far as we’re concerned,” Toby said. “But a shower for three sounds like a damn fine appetizer—for our main course and for dessert. Let’s have dessert first.”
He didn’t have to explain what he meant by that. Supper was ready, so she took the few steps necessary to reach the stove and turned the burner off. Here’s another great reason to make a one-pan supper that will keep.
And one, if she were honest, that she usually hoped for by this point in their day.
There was just something so decadent, yet so comforting about showering with Anthony and Toby. She’d always been one to soak up her water time. Perhaps in another reality she’d been a sea nymph. One of the sirens of old who’d lured the sailors from their ships? Hopefully not.
Then the glide of wet, soapy hands from behind, the cupping of her breasts, the tugging on her nipples, pulled her out of her head and into the best version of reality ever. This, she never could have conjured in her imagination. This, this was paradise.
There was only hot, wet need and the steam that cocooned them in its midst.
Flesh on flesh, lips that mated, released, and were captured again. Over and over, lover then lover and back again so that words became impossible and, frankly, unnecessary.
Mary reached out both hands, stroked, grasped, pumped. The water misted down, and the ballet of passion they performed to music felt if not heard eclipsed grace.
Then deeper, sharper, as need slid down the drain with the bubbles, leaving a keen and feral desperation behind.
Drying now, flying now, she mewed as the bed cradled her while her lovers feasted.
Toby kissed his way down her body, suckling here, licking there, until she writhed against him on his trail with Anthony beside her, holding her. The sounds emerging from her soul, wordless but never meaningless, let her lovers know she hungered.
When Toby covered her cunt with his mouth, she arched into him, bowing off the bed as her first orgasm slammed into her. Pure heat, pure arousal, wave after wave of sizzle consumed her, transformed her. She shivered and reached but found her hands captured, held—freeing her.
They moved, these two men, traded places and their hold of her. Toby’s hands clasped her wrists and stretched her arms over her head. Truly captured, she turned her head to mate her mouth with his. She drank down their essence, a newly craved ambrosia.
Mary kept her mouth mated with one lover as the other continued to kiss her in a more erotic, deeply sexual way. Fires that had already reached their zenith had gone to embers, only to begin to roar once more.
Her whimpers were as involuntary, as were the trembles that shook her. Masculine grunts, vibrating against both sets of lips, drove her even higher.
“Come again, woman. Come hard.”
Anthony’s words vibrated against her sopping folds and lit her fuse. She cried out as rapture bathed her a second time, the cascade of pleasure so mind numbing she convulsed, held in its grip, yet soared above the sun.
Her men moved again. Between her legs, Anthony knelt for just a moment then lifted her hips, leaned in, and buried himself deep, deep within her. She met his glittering gaze, and when he looked to her left, she couldn’t help but follow his lead.
There, a mere inch from her face, teasing her sensibilities, tantalizing her taste buds, Toby’s naked cock, hard, with a tiny jewel of precum, beckoned her. She glanced up at his hungry, begging expression.
Mary licked her lips then opened her mouth.
The heat of his cock, the velvet softness over steel, the succulent taste, shot her arousal to an unbelievable height. Still captured under the strength and the ardor of these two lovers, Mary reveled in her captivity as she relished the pleasure that they poured upon her.
Thrusting heat in her pussy created friction and shivering thrills. A slowly plunging mass that filled her mouth whetted her appetite for more. She took all they gave her, swallowing and wallowing, suckling and clenching, caring only to shower them with the same pleasure, the same electric excitement they’d lavished on her, twice.
“Yes!” Toby’s one word triggered her saliva, letting her know his seed approached. And when his cock flexed, when he gave a strangled cry of joy, she drank him down. With each swallow she pulled in on her pelvic floor muscles, a rhythmic spasming that made the cock in her cunt grow and heat and, finally, fantastically erupt.
Anthony threw his head back, his groan of completion a thrilling, filling sound to her feminine soul. He reached down, eyes still closed, and grasped her clit between thumb and forefinger. The pinch, slow yet fierce, tossed Mary into ecstasy once more.
Electrifying, endless ecstasy.
Mary knew she’d dozed, because she rose slowly into wakefulness, into the deep happiness of being snuggled between her lovers. Toby spooned her, with Anthony’s chest her pillow. A light kiss graced her shoulder, evoking a sigh she could have sworn came from the deepest part of her soul.
The scent of their bodies, the three of them together, a combination of soap, sweat, and sex formed one of her favorite aromas. Mary clung to the bliss of this moment, to the warm and secure sensation of belonging.
“Are you hungry, cupcake? Want to eat?”
“Oh, yeah.” Mary grinned against Anthony’s chest. Then she showed them that she had moves, too.
She slithered down, taking the blankets off both men, until she found Anthony’s cock—hot, hard, and oh, so juicy.
Her tongue licked him, sac to tip, and then she took him in. His flavor comforted and aroused and fed a need in her she could barely articulate. She used all the skills they’d taught her to lick, to stroke, to suck, moving her head up and down, using her hand to grasp and squeeze and pump. Another time, she’d take her leisure and drive him slowly mad.
That time was not now. Now was for
