The friendship between them cooled, and she gave Abbie a dose of her own medicine. She nudged Abbie out of the way and took over. I groaned through clenched teeth because warmth was spreading in my center. It was like they were fighting over me, and the darker part of my brain loved that.
I’d seen Madison competitive before. Was it possible she wanted to battle the other woman? Was she determined to win?
If so, the fight was short-lived. Abbie gave up, willing to play sidekick to the other girl, and her lips wandered down. She mouthed, and licked, and ran her fingernails softly across my balls. I couldn’t stop the shudder of satisfaction that shook my shoulders. It was insane to have this much pleasure at once.
Madison sucked me deep, far deeper than she had before, and I let out an enormous moan. Everything was shrinking and focusing in, like a rope being twisted tighter and tighter, straining toward its breaking point.
I was going to come soon, and for the first time in forever, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to control it. I barely had a hold of myself right now. My legs were both tight and wobbling as I stood with my back jammed in the corner of the shower, a hand on each girl’s head. I’d done it to stay connected to both of them, but also because I hoped it looked sexy.
Except my body had its own agenda, and I was quickly becoming a slave to it. Without thinking, I found both my hands on Madison’s face. She looked up at me with her bottomless eyes and my dick in her mouth, and I was filled with the urgent need to do more. To show her how much I wanted her.
I dragged my fingers up from the edge of her jaw, stroking her high, delicate cheekbone, and back into her hair so I could cup her head. I drove deep into her mouth and sighed appreciatively when her tongue caressed me. The other girl faded out, until it was only me and Madison.
Pinpricks of pleasure sped up my legs, accelerating like fire through gasoline.
The word was punched clean from me. “Fuck.”
I was still lodged in her mouth as my orgasm descended on me, but warning sirens blared in my head, saving me from ruining the scene. I yanked myself out at the last second, grabbed my dick, and began to furiously jerk.
Abbie let out a sound of happy surprise. She cupped her tits and pressed herself to Madison, presenting me the perfect spot to finish. I continued to jerk off, painting several short ribbons of cum across their chests. Madison flinched as it hit her, but her expression was only surprise and not disgust.
I moaned as I came, and although my body was taut, I peered at the girls with unfocused eyes. Their pleased smiles kept the sensations going, and an aftershock of pleasure caused me to shudder. The running shower faded to silent. My mouth hung open while I tried to catch my breath, and the only thing I could hear was the rush of blood in my head.
Recovery was slow and languid.
As I loomed over them, Abbie got her hands wet in the shower, and then used them to wipe their bodies clean. It was sensual and erotic.
Madison must have thought so, too.
She leaned over and kissed Abbie. It was slow. Provocative.
I lifted my gaze away, staring off at nothing. I didn’t care that Madison wouldn’t kiss me, I reminded myself, because I hated her. She was the reason I got kicked out of my frat and wound up here.
A voice inside my head told me to take a fucking look around.
What about this was really so bad?
TWELVE
Colin
A bead of sweat trickled down the side of my face, and I used the back of my hand to wipe it away. It was hot outside, which meant it was a billion fucking degrees inside the pool house the Woodsons had turned into a gym.
The detached house was probably supposed to be for guests, but it wasn’t finished inside. It had electricity and water, and there was drywall up on the walls, but the floors were bare concrete, and the ceiling was open. It didn’t have air conditioning, but there were windows and a set of double doors at the back that could be opened for airflow, plus several rotating fans in the large room that held all the equipment.
Of which there was a lot. A treadmill, stationary bike, an all-in-one weight machine, and a rack of dumbbells. Yoga mats and exercise bands were rolled up and stored in a bin in the corner.
Other than the lack of AC, it was a nice space.
Last summer, I’d let my friend Troy talk me into working as a personal trainer at his gym. I’d considered doing it again this summer because of the free membership, but Troy wouldn’t be there this time. His music career was taking off, and he was barely in town these days.