“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. “Touch yourself 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.
“Be coy. It’s fine.” Shane rips the fluffy white towel I’m wrapped in away from my body, then crowds me against the cream-colored marble vanity with Chase hot on his heels. “We definitely like what we see.” His fingertips roam up over my stomach, lightly brushing the underside of my breasts until my skin prickles and my nipples harden.
Mmm.
Chase shadows Shane, trailing his lips over the curve of his shoulder as he watches the show.
I pant shallowly as the soft caress of Shane’s hands reawaken desirous feelings. I could get lost so quickly, but the rumbling of Chase’s stomach veers the direction we’re headed. All three of us laugh. A rhythmic sound ringing through the room.
“You know I can help you out with that, Chase.”
His eyebrows shoot up. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” I echo. “Mind if I snoop through your refrigerator?”
“Not one bit.” He grins, his stomach rumbling even louder this time. “As long as you’re naked.”
I squint up at him. Cooking naked in the kitchen? Might be hazardous. “I’ll compromise. I’ll wear one of your t-shirts and nothing underneath.”
Shane and Chase exchange a decisive look.
“Deal.”
Once donned in one of Chase’s white undershirts, I explore the kitchen to see what I can whip up for breakfast. My tummy grumbles. Chase isn’t the only one who’s starving. Those two can seriously make a girl work up an appetite.
I peruse the pantry, spotting some pancake mix. Perfect. Pilfering the cabinets for a griddle or frying pan, I come across something way better. My face splits into a grin as I haul out the waffle maker.
Setting it down on the island and plugging it in, I move to the refrigerator for eggs and milk, and discover a few more goodies. Strawberries and whipped cream. I’m actually giddy as I plan out the perfect breakfast creation.
Finding two other ingredients I need, a whisk, mixing bowl and measuring cups, the boys emerge from the bedroom at the perfect time.
“Want to help?” I ask as I scoop out the first cup of mix.
Like children, they grin and my heart skips a beat.
“Can you combine some cinnamon and sugar in a bowl?” I direct them as I pour in the milk.
Together they move around the airy kitchen, Shane pulling out a bowl, Chase opening the bag of sugar.
“How much?” They both look to me for instruction.
“About five cups,” I whisk the batter.
“And cinnamon?” Shane holds up the spice as Chase pours.
“Two tablespoons?”
“Is that a question?” He looks at me unsurely.
“Yes and no.” I giggle. “I sort of just eyeball it.”
“Well, you’re dealing with an amateur chef, so can you please be specific?”
“Two tablespoons.” I make it easy on him.
He nods seriously as he meticulously shakes the brick-colored powder on top of the sugar.
Chase snickers.
“Don’t.” Shane chides him.
“Don’t what?” I ask attentively.
“Shane is incapable of ‘eyeballing’ anything.” Chase rats him out. “He’s a perfectionist. He needs exact measurements, parameters, length, width, height and weight when it comes to everything”.
“I do not.” Shane argues, straightening his posture offensively.
Chase cocks a disputing eyebrow.
“When I met you, you couldn’t marinate a steak without making sure every single inch was perfectly coated with the same about of sauce.” Chase eyeballs me. “One night I couldn’t decide if he wanted me to starve or just wanted to taunt me with raw meat.”
Shane reacts affronted. “Neither. I was nervous and wanted to impress you.” He confesses. “It was one of our first dates.” He slips in. “And I can’t help if I have a highly-developed eye.”
“No one is faulting you for your talent, but please don’t make me starve in your strive for greatness.” Chase clearly loves messing with him.
“Shut up.” Shane snaps lightheartedly.
I press my lips together, entertained by the two of them as I stir.
“Would you like to share your thoughts with the rest do the class, Ms. Reeves?” Chase notes my quiet amusement.
“Yes. You. The two of you.”
“What about us?” They flank me like two curious cats on the prowl, pressing in close, caging me between dual walls of solid, bare muscle.
I place the mixing bowl down unruffled and look up at them. “You’re cute. The two of you together.”
“Cute?” Shane curls his lip. “We’re sexy.” He corrects me haughtily, lowering his face to mine. “Sexy, and mysterious and dangerous,” he hums forcibly before he takes a frisky, yet formidable bite of my neck.