Kester sighed as he came to Ariel and wrapped an arm around her trembling body. “He’s like a tornado when he wants to be. I told you he was dominant in bed. He’s fluffing his wings so we’ll all be prepared, or scared.”
“What does vanilla mean?” Ariel asked, glancing from one man to the other as she lowered onto the couch.
Kester sat next to her, lifting a lock of her hair to let it slide through his fingers. “Gentle, more mainstream sex.”
“As opposed to what?” she asked hesitantly.
He gave her a lopsided grin. “As opposed to what you already can imagine you’ll experience with Stu. Restraints. Commands. A little pain that mixes with your pleasure in a delicious way. I won’t be surprised if he includes impact play.”
She scrunched up her face. “Impact play?”
Kester stroked her chin. “Don’t worry. He would never do anything you didn’t beg for. He was feeling you out just now, checking your reaction to his dominance. If he thinks it’ll make you so horny you can’t think straight, he won’t hesitate to take you over his knee and spank you.”
She lifted her brows high. “Why would that make me horny?” But she knew. In fact, she squirmed on the cushion at the visual. And this wasn’t the first time they’d mentioned spanking.
He chuckled. “I’m not sure why it makes you horny, but I know it does, and I’m hard just thinking about watching him spank you.”
She shuddered. What on earth have I signed up for?
“Let’s go to bed,” Tarin suggested. “It’s late and none of us has gotten enough sleep for weeks.” He reached out a hand toward her. “Shower with me first?”
She took his hand, smiling. “That sounds nice.”
“I don’t think nice is my goal, but we’ll see what happens.”
Kester laughed as the two of them headed for the bathroom. “Leave the door open so I can watch.”
“So greedy,” Tarin muttered as they entered the small bathroom. “Good thing the shower is barely big enough for two.”
Ariel snickered. “I think it’s barely big enough for one. Your huge frame is going to take up all the space. How on earth do you think we’re going to share?”
He lifted her shirt over her head and dropped it in the hamper. After removing her bra, he went for her jeans button. “I’ve been thinking about sliding my hands over your soft skin covered with soap for three months. It’s big enough.”
She chuckled. “If you say so.” Watching him undress after disrobing her was a treat. Strong muscles. Firm pecs. A faint line of hair that led to his erection. When it popped free of the confines of his jeans, she was once again mesmerized.
As soon as he was naked, he reached in and turned on the water, holding his hand under the spray until he was satisfied with the temperature. He took her hand next and led her into the enclosure.
It felt good to have the warm water running down her body, and even better when Tarin grabbed the soap and started by cupping her breasts. She shot onto her toes and braced against him, whimpers escaping her lips. It seemed impossible she could be horny again, but she was.
When his hand slid between her legs, she rose onto her toes and moaned. “Tarin…”
“I’m not going to penetrate you again today. You need a break, but I want to watch you come. Can you do that for me?”
She swallowed hard and nodded. She was already close to the edge.
He bent down and suckled a nipple, his fingers continuing to stroke through her folds.
She flinched when the shower door opened and glanced up to see Kester leaning casually against the wall. Fully clothed. He’d said he wanted to watch. That seemed to be a theme with them. “Work her bottom while you’re in there.”
Ariel clenched her butt cheeks together. “Can we not?”
Kester smiled. “Trust me. You’re going to want all of us inside you at once soon, and that’s one of the holes. We’ll start stretching you so that it won’t be as shocking when we finally claim that tight hole. The water will help. Slippery.”
Tarin leaned against the far wall, holding her against him, chest to chest so that her back was to Kester. She realized this was intentional a moment later when he hitched one of her legs up, encouraging her silently to wrap it around his thigh.
She held on to him, her forehead against his chest. Uncertainty consumed her, but rationally, she knew this day would come. She wasn’t so ignorant as to assume she would live in a polyamorous arrangement and never take a man in her tight rear.
Tarin kissed her neck. “Relax for me.” He slid a hand down into her crack, stroking the tender skin.