My eyes closed fully now, a tooth almost puncturing a hole through my lower lip and I panted slightly, knowing I was going to bring myself to a climax while Bash watched.
One hand cupped my right breast, my other moving feverishly and a low moan escaped my mouth when the loofa met my center.
I quivered and allowed myself to release, cautiously opening my eyes to meet Bash’s intense stare.
“How’s that?” he asked and I laughed shakily.
“Amazing,” I replied.
He rose, his shirt drenched now and he stripped it off, displaying a washboard stomach I would have never guess he had.
“I’m going to get you a towel,” he said, moving out toward the hallway. I couldn’t do much more than nod, unsure if I was disappointed or relieved that it wasn’t going much further than that.
Or was it?
He returned a moment later and offered me a hand to rise, quickly entrenching me in a huge, fluffy and very warm towel when I did.
“This is luxury,” I mumbled, realizing that I was sleepy again. “Heated towels?”
“Only the best,” he chimed lightly and suddenly, I was back in his arms again, my damp skin against his.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, not because I was worried about falling but because I wanted to inhale him once before he placed me on the bed.
From somewhere, he’d located a fresh set of pajamas and he helped me get dressed, the lines of his fingers pausing subtly over my goose-fleshed skin.
“Let me brush your hair and I’ll tuck you in.”
I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Had a man ever brushed my hair for me? Certainly not since I was a little girl.
He was as good as brushing my hair as he was at bathing me and I almost fell asleep against him as the bristles of the hairbrush massaged into my scalp.
“There,” he breathed into my ear, disentangling himself from behind me. “How’s that?”
I could only manage a weak grin but I was losing the struggle to keep my eyes open.
“Sleep now.” The blanket was pulled up around my chin and I felt the feathery breath of his lips against mine like a whisper in a dream.
Adrenaline pumped through me, overriding my tiredness and I opened my eyes to stare at him, the heat inside my loins ignited again.
Maybe we were going to finish what he’d started after all.
10
Sasha
I reached up to pull him closer but he had moved just out of reach before I had opened my eyes. Before he could register my intention, voices drew our attention toward the door and Bash seemed to jump back an entire foot.
“Well!” Stevie cried. “Sleeping beauty is awake!”
“She was just about to go to sleep,” Bash muttered almost angrily but Jim bypassed him as if he wasn’t there and plopped uninvited onto the foot of the bed.
“We can take over from here, Bash. We’ve come to entertain our fair lady.”
“Oh! You had a bath!” Stevie moaned, shooting Jim a wistful look. “I was going to offer to run you one.”
“You’re too late,” I quipped lightly, looking toward Bash but to my disappointment, he had disappeared, leaving me alone with the boisterous duo.
He’s overrun by the others, I thought. A shadow among them.
“I heard something about entertainment,” I said, turning my eyes on the men who grinned at me boyishly. “What have you got?”
My earlier tiredness, the hypnotic feel of the bath had all dissipated in the wake of the new arrivals.
“Well…” Stevie drawled, bouncing his butt on the bed. “We’ve got chess. Do you play chess?”
“Oh,” Jim groaned. “Not chess. Anything but chess.”
Stevie snorted and eyed him.
“Jim hasn’t quite figured out how to play,” he explained. “Too much brain work for him.”
“Hey!” Jim protested, looking hurt. “It’s just boring. I’d do something interesting!”
“She’s a scientist, Jim,” Stevie reminded him. “Which means she’s cerebral.”
Even I could see that Jim didn’t know what the word meant but I stopped the argument from escalating quickly.
“Jim’s right,” I replied. “There’s no point in two of us hunched over a board when there’s three of us here to play, right?”
I realized that I was still heated from the near-encounter with Bash and I wondered what the hell I was doing.
Stevie’s hazel eyes widened with interest.
“I like the way you think,” he purred, jumping up onto the bed and again bouncing like he was a kid. “Well, what do you have in mind?”
“I’m guessing hide and seek is out,” Jim mumbled and I had to laugh.
“Come on, boys,” I jested. “Surely you can think of something to keep a little invalid girl entertained.”
Stevie and Jim exchanged a look and for a moment, I felt an undercurrent that I didn’t understand but just as quickly as it had come on, it was gone and they shrugged.
“I know just the thing!” Stevie announced, hopping off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
I looked at Jim curiously and his face went pale.
“Oh no…” he mumbled. “I hope he’s not—”
“I got my playlist!” Stevie cried, returning with his iPod in his hand. In seconds, the dorm filled with rhythmic R&B music and I watched in amazement as Stevie’s hips began to move in sensual circles. He pointed a finger at Jim alluringly.
“You and me,” he purred. “Magic Mike.”
I squealed with delight, hopping onto my knees as I watched Stevie advance on Jim who held up his hands in protest.
“NO! No way!” he insisted.
“Oh come on!” I cried. “You promised me entertainment! It doesn’t get more entertaining than this!”
Jim eyed me uncertainly but whatever he saw in my face seemed to encourage him enough to join Stevie’s striptease.
I was in gleeful awe of their moves, shocked that Stevie could make his muscles ripple in such a fashion but I had no idea what Jim was hiding beneath his V-neck t-shirt.
“Holy God!” I heard myself gasp when the garment flew off his body and landed on the floor near the bed. I felt my temperature rise twenty degrees.
“Oh?” Jim called out in a phony Russian accent. “You like vat you see?”
“Oh yes,” I breathed and I meant it. I barely knew where to look, a flash of toned flesh and rippling skin catching me in every direction.
Jim was slightly taller than Stevie but Stevie was built wider. The combination of the two, bumping and grinding their way closer to me was intoxicating.
I felt a hot blush tinge my cheeks but I didn’t shrink away as they neared.
Without prompting, I reached out to put a hand on each of their stomach’s a shiver of pleasure shooting through me as I stroked the dimpled skin.
They put Hunter to absolute shame. In every possible way.
“Wow,” I muttered again. “Forget about a fireman’s calendar. They need to make one for drillers.”
Both the men chuckled but I could see they were flattered by my comments and suddenly, my legs were dangling off the side of the bed.
Stevie’s jeans fell around his hips and Jim put my palm against he firm cheek of his ass as they each straddled one of my legs. A gush of wet shot through my crotch and I raised my eyes to look at them, unable to hide my naked desire as my tongue jutted out along my lower lip.
“Is this entertaining you?” Stevie asked, lowering his face toward me to snake off his pants entirely and my eyes were automatically drawn to the bulge in his crotch.
“It’s getting me very hot,” I answered honestly. “And I keep imagining what I it would be like to be sandwiched between the two of you.”
I would die. They would kill me in my present state. That’s what would happen, I’m sure.
“Hmm…” Jim murmured, leaning in also and I saw the men share a look. Laughing, I pushed them both back and shook my head.
“I’m not going to lie,” I told them. “I’m soaked for you right now. I have very dirty thoughts playing out in my mind…”
They waited, their own tongues running over lips that had to taste like salt given all the grinding they’d been doing.
Oh I wanted to…I’d never been so tempted…
“We should let her rest, Jim,” Stevie said suddenly but he didn’t move immediately as if he was daring me to stop him.
It took every ounce of willpower I had to nod my head even though my fingers were still tracing over the muscles on both their bodies, their hard cocks resting against my knees.
Do you feel how big they are? They would break you under normal circumstances.
I sighed and closed my eyes, willing myself to think rationally but it was so difficult when I was plagued with want.
“You guy better go,” I murmured weakly. They didn’t need to be asked again and immediately bounced off me with grins the size of plates on their faces.
“I’d say our work here is done, wouldn’t you?” Stevie chortled to Jim and he snickered, winking at me. I was sure my face was the color of hell in that moment. My thoughts were certainly going to send me there.
What was it about these guys, all these guys, that were making me like this?
“Sleep well, my lady,” Stevie called, collecting his clothes off the floor. “We’ll do this again soon.”