“I’ve got it,” I assure him, rubbing my leg clean as he stands there andwatchesinfuriatingly. I rinse the sponge, my stomach doing little flip-flops under my ribs, and finally go to set it back on the shelf Cyril had grabbed it from.
Only for the man himself to jerk me back against him, his cock brushing my thigh, and pluck it off the shelf again deliberately enough for me to see.
“I think you missed a few spots,” he murmurs, and though the lather is mostly gone, he draws the rough sponge lightly over my breasts, his fingers following to clean away the leftover soap as he urges me to lean back against him.
He definitely doesn’t need to do a second pass, fingers focusing on my nipples this time, but he does anyway. And then a third, but this time he doesn’t even pretend that he’s doing anything other than toying and teasing at my breasts with the sponge and his fingers.
The sensations make me feel warm, and it’s so hard not to grind myself against the thigh that’s between mine.
“I-I think this is a little bit of overkill,” I breathe, surprised at just how turned on I am already by this.
“I don’t,” Cyril disagrees. “I just want you clean for me. Is that such asin?”
“Maybe in some cultures. Maybe it’s against my religion.”
“Your religion ismewhile you’re in my house and looking completelyfuckablein my shower. Got it, Wendy Darling?”
I nod once, hating and loving that he knows exactly how to render me speechless.
His hands move, drawing an intake of breath from me as the sponge is worked down my body, at last going to my thighs.
“Are you going to spread your legs for me a little more?” Cyril purrs in my ear; his hand pressed flat to my stomach while he waits. “Or am I going to have to convince you that it’s in your best interest to do as I say?”
He doesn’t have to convince me. Mostly because he alreadyhas, and it was everything I’ve always wanted in my life that I did not know I was missing.
I let him push my thighs apart, and my breath hitches in my throat as he slides the sponge against my left inner thigh, then my right, while his hand keeps me standing just as he wants me.
“I have to geteverywhere,” he purrs and presses the sponge against my center before lightly dragging it back and forth, just enough for it to be oh so tempting. “And I’m going to be so thorough for my Wendy Darling.”
I lean back against him, looking down so that I can see the movement of his hand as he draws the sponge against my slit in a way that’s definitely not enough for what I want. It’s too teasing to bepleasingfor me, but it’s such a treat just to watch and shiver when he comes close to my clit.
“I think we’re defeating the point of the shower,” I say when he drops the sponge and instead teases me with his fingers that dance over my clit and just over my entrance.
“Are we?” Unexpectedly he turns me away from the glass doors, instead, whirling me in his arms to kiss me hard. There’s a grin on his face I can’t read, either, and I have no idea what in the world he’s doing or why his game has changed so quickly.
That is until an unfamiliar pair of hands settle on my hips, and a half-hard cock brushes against me from behind.
“That’s dirty of you, not letting her know I was here,” Ashe chuckles, combing his fingers through my hair as he draws my head back to his shoulder. “Are you okay, Ari?” There’s worry in his voice, and as I gaze into his dark blue eyes, I find more concern there as well.
“I’m–yeah. I’m okay.” I offer him a quick smile, and he nuzzles his face against my throat as Cyril kisses my shoulder.
“She jumped out of the car,” Cyril chuckles, reaching between us to press a finger into me. “She deserves to be rewarded and praised and treated like the very good girl she is, don’t you agree?” He leans over my shoulder to pull Ashe to him in a quick kiss that the tattoo artist moves to accept before pulling back once more.
“Oh, I agree,” Ashe promises. “What do you want, darling girl? Would you rather have my mouth or my cock?”
Why isn’tbothan option?
“Can I havebothof your cocks?” I ask, feeling rathergreedytoday. “Is that a choice?”
“That’salwaysa choice,” Ashe says, wasting no time in helping Cyril open me up. Minutes later his cock replaces their fingers, and I lean forward on Cyril’s shoulder as he fucks me languidly, murmuring praise against my neck as Cyril does the same in my ear.
It’s overwhelming. It’sa lot, and when Ashe comes inside me and his cock is replaced with Cyril’s, I whimper my approval and move to lean back instead so that my Peter Pan can pick up where Ashe left off.
It’s fuckingperfect.
I come with a squeak that’s cut off by Ashe’s heady kisses, his hands toying with my nipples as Cyril fucks me through my orgasm and empties himself inside of me before pulling out with a chuckle.
“We shouldactuallyget you clean now,” he admits. “And then we’ll order dinner or something.” Absently he reaches over my shoulder to draw Ashe towards me, and their bodies are so warm and solid on either side of mine that I feel trapped in the best way possible. Even more so when Cyril’s hands settle on Ashe’s hips and he just holds him there, effectively holdingmethere as well.
“But you’re really okay, right?” Ashe tilts my head this way and that, scrutinizing the cut on my face while Cyril waits for him to do so, moving his hands tomyhips to draw little circles on them.
“I’m okay,” I laugh, shivering under their combined touches. It feels like neither of them can keep their hands off of me, which I’m completely okay with.
I love it when my Lost Boys touch me.