Undone by Her Two Masters(18)

Once again, she let the men carry the luggage to their rooms. Bronx dropped all three suitcases in the first room, then looked at all three rooms. Hers was the last one on the floor, looking out over a garden, with York’s next to her and Bronx across the hallway.

“This one is the most private, said Bronx transferring the luggage to her room.

“And what will the maid say when only one bed is slept in and only the towels in this room are used?” she teased them.

“We can fix that up later,” said Bronx dismissively.

“No, she’s right,” said York. He ducked back into the other rooms and returned to Nevis’s room with an armful of towels and bath soaps.

“Okay, tomorrow morning we’ll mess up our rooms a little, especially the beds, and take our luggage back there,” conceded Bronx.

“First things first. It’s been a long day. Let’s shower.” Bronx and York both stepped right up to her and began undressing her, just like that. Nevis stood still, bemused, as item by item her clothing disappeared. Finally she reached out to the buttons on York’s shirt and unfastened them, and then unbuckled his belt. But that was all she had time for before she was naked and being carried into the bathroom.

It was a typical hotel bathroom, which was to say, small. All three of them in there at once was quite crowded, but neither of the men seemed to notice. Bronx turned the shower on, and York kicked his shoes off. Nevis felt the water and stepped into the tub. It was warm but not quite hot enough yet. At least with her in the tub the man had a little more space to get undressed. She altered the faucet until the water temperature was just right, then moved under the spray. Almost instantly York was behind her, his hands full of bath gel, which he smoothed over her back and sides.

Bronx joined them, wrapping his big arms around them both and turning them so York’s back was against the tiles, Nevis was in the middle, and Bronx was now behind her. He kneeled on the base of the tub, took one of the little bottles of body wash, and massaged her legs and feet. Nevis sighed. The two of them together were an unbeatable team. She wasn’t sure whether or not this was supposed to be sexy, but it was as sure as hell arousing her.

York’s hands were on her breasts, cupping the globes and teasing her nipples while he whispered carnal comments about her body in her ear, every now and then kissing her neck, her jaw line and the lobe of her ear.

Bronx moved her again, then placed his big feet on the inside of her legs, forcing her into a wider stance. Once she was steady again, he kneeled back down in the tub and began massaging around her anus. “Have you been fucked here before, Nevis?”

“Not for a long time,” she replied.

It was embarrassing to think how long. She was thirty-five and hadn’t been in a relationship for so long it seemed almost like ancient history.

“Did you like being fucked in the ass? It’s very tight,” Bronx continued.

“I didn’t dislike it. I mean, I usually came.” Once again Nevis could feel her face heating into a blush.

“Usually? You usually came? Sweetheart, I can promise you Bronx and I will ensure you always come. And always come more than once. A woman like you is built for multiple orgasms. You deserve to be fucked in a way that lets you enjoy much pleasure,” said York.

Nevis’s eyes closed as she rocked backward and forward on Bronx’s thick finger in her ass. Then there were two fingers and the need to come was growing inside her. York’s mouth was on her shoulder and his fingers tugged and pinched her nipples. Bronx’s other hand covered her pussy and two fingers slipped inside her slit. The men’s fingers were pumping her harder and harder, and when Bronx pressed the heel of his hand over her clit Nevis had to fold her lips tightly together as an orgasm crashed through her. She sagged in release, held up only by the men’s hands. Someone turned the water off, and Bronx lifted her out of the tub, holding her on his lap as he sat on the facilities. York wrapped a towel around her and began patting her dry.

“Well done not to call out. When we move into our trailer I’ll delight in making you scream, but here it’s not such a good idea,” said Bronx.

It was York who carried her into the bed and laid her on her side. “You understand we’re going to claim you now? We’re both going to fuck you together?” he asked.

Or maybe he wasn’t really asking. Why else would Bronx have opened her ass and questioned her about anal sex?

“I know. I want that. I want you both.”

“We want you, too. It’s been hard waiting these few days to get you into our bed. But we’ll make it worth the wait. We’re going to love you most thoroughly now,” said Bronx.