Geoff answered that one for her. "All the lubrication you need is between her legs. Rub the head gently just inside her pussy to coat it and get it started. You can also use your fingers to be sure, before you put it inside her. Just like you'd do before you fuck her."
Sam couldn't imagine what unspoken messages were passing in their exchanged look. Knowing Chris was less sexually experienced than Geoff wasn't a surprise. Nor was seeing him be more concerned about doing it right than pretending he knew what he doing. That was so Chris. It made her heart tighten, even as her body tightened for different reasons when he rose.
She stayed as Geoff had ordered her, her hands gripping the edge of the sink, legs spread to shoulder width. When Chris's hand settled on her shoulder, her quiet whimper had his eyes sharpening with his own desires. Setting the vibrator on the counter, he held her steady as he dropped his other hand over her buttock and then between her legs from behind. His fingers stroked, probed, making her quiver. Geoff's gaze was on what Chris was doing with his hand, yet Chris's didn't leave hers in the mirror. It reinforced that this was between her and Chris in a singular way, even as Geoff's presence added an explosive level of heat to the mix.
It was so close to her ultimate desires, having them both here, watching her, touching her. Yet there was that precarious barrier between them, an edge she could feel all three of them walking, seeing where this would go.
"Oh . . ." She bit her lip as Chris eased his large finger into her. She tensed at first, no help for it, because one never knew if a man would move too fast, trying to thrust before he knew the shape of her channel, but this was Chris, who handled baby birds in his palm. He found his way slowly, his expression concentrated as he put another finger in and explored. Her lips were parted, her eyes glazing with her response, her cheeks flushed, all things she saw in the mirror as she watched him as well.
"Does that hurt?"
She shook her head.
"He's right," Chris murmured. "You're wet as you can be. Is that for us?"
She nodded emphatically. A faint smile touched his lips and approval flashed in Geoff's eyes, drawing the web of heated lust around her. She was held between the two of them, and they were pulling those threads ever tighter around her body.
Chris slowly withdrew his hand. He switched the vibrator on its lowest setting before sliding it between her legs, caressing her with the pink head. The vibration rippled along her petals, up inside her, along her clit, and her hold on the sink edge constricted once more. He didn't put it inside her, but instead moved it between her spread legs so she was watching the head rub against her clit as the rabbit's ears teased her labia.
Her breath caught as his hand on her shoulder shifted to curl around her throat, tipping her chin up. His palm was wide enough to collar her from her chin to the base of her neck, his fingers wrapping around to her nape. His strength and the size of his hand reminded her how fragile she was. But she felt no fear when Chris was holding her life in his one big hand. Just the opposite. Now he looped his arm around her so he could insert the vibrator between her legs from the front, tickling her clit with those potent ears.
"What speed gets you the closest without making you come?" he asked.
"It's the fourth one . . . It's like rain pattering, followed by a quick surge, then it goes back to the other."
He pressed the button to get there, his expression morphing into fascination at the results. Each time the rain pattern intensified, her body would arch, a moan breaking from her lips. He crowded her at the sink, holding her against his body, and her response escalated. Geoff leaned against the wall watching them, a still, dense energy.
Another patter, surge, patter, patter, surge. She was rising up on her toes on each surge, that same sound breaking from her lips and becoming louder when Chris wrapped her hand around the toy to make her hold it there. It freed him to reach across her, cup one breast as his forearm pressed against the other. His aroused cock was against her buttocks, a steel bar beneath his clothes. She jerked and writhed against it.
Up, up, so close, then down. The two men watched her cries grow more helpless, more pleading. Chris caressed her throat as his other hand constricted on her breast to hold her still, allowing her only small movements to absorb the powerful waves that took her ever nearer to climax.
"Please." She spoke in a strained whisper. "I want . . . you to hold it. To choose . . . when I can come." She wanted her orgasm totally under his control. She wanted to feel the press of his knuckles against her thighs, wanted him to choose the pattern and rhythm he liked, testing and experimenting.
When he closed his hand on the toy, taking over again, she was so close she thought she'd waited too late to make her request. Yet instead of sending her over, he switched the toy off and set it aside. She swallowed her cry of protest as he gave her something even better--direct contact. He rubbed her pussy with his knuckles, light brushes that rocketed through her. She quivered, strained, her hips working, rubbing her ass against his cock at the same time she moved herself against the rough pads of his fingers.
"Chris . . ."
"Scream for me," he s
aid, his eyes fiery and intent. He pushed his fingers back inside her, thumb worrying her clit as he took her over that edge. She bowed back against him, legs still spread as Geoff had commanded, as Chris had reinforced with the press of his body. When her knees buckled, Chris had her, pushing her over the counter, holding her against his braced thighs as he kept playing and stroking, as he supported her with that gentle hand against her throat, his expression far less gentle. He looked like he wanted to plow his cock into her like a rutting bull, and she was all for that.
She screamed out her climax, and he kept her riding it to the very end, until she had her cheek pressed to the mirror, her body canted over the sink. Only then did he slide his fingers from her, pressing his palm against her still-spasming flesh, sealing in a satisfying ripple. Bending, he pressed a kiss between her shoulder blades. After he helped her straighten slowly, he picked up her towel and tucked it around her hips, leaving her bare to the waist. Her lips quirked at the obvious male preference, even as it took her back to her slave-girl fantasy.
He was still aroused, she could see it in his face, in the tension of his body, in the obvious erection pressing against his pants. Yet he wasn't demanding anything further from her, instead staring at her in the mirror as if she were a mystery he wasn't sure how to pursue next.
Geoff rose. In the small bathroom, he was close enough to touch her, but he didn't. His expression told her that he wished to do so, but was holding back for reasons of his own, many of them probably connecting to Chris. He nudged him with an elbow.
"She needs you inside her, your mouth on her. She doesn't look like she slept well last night. One more orgasm, and she'll sleep like a baby. In your arms."
Chris met his gaze. A muscle twitched in Geoff's jaw, but he inclined his head, spoke even more softly. "Take her to bed, Chris. Make her ours."
*
Geoff left the bathroom then, carrying the Krispy Kreme bag and coffee cups with him. His footsteps told Sam he was headed for the kitchen. It was unexpected, his leaving them like that, but the postclimactic numbness of her brain didn't allow her to think about it right now. Chris was still watching her in the mirror. She parted her lips, feeling like she needed to say something, but he shook his head. Curling his fingers in the front of the towel, he got rid of it once more, letting it drop.
The heat that expanded in his gaze, the primal tension of his body, took any words she might have said. Her stomach tilted as he lifted her off her feet to carry her naked in his arms. It was a breathtaking feeling, being carried by a man who obviously intended to have her body in whatever way he desired when he put her down.
He took her to her room. She hadn't been sure which he'd choose, his space or hers. "Why here?" she asked quietly, hoping not to disturb the mood but wanting to know.