Page 9 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

For example, the mostly-naked Dalton, with his perfect abs and his whole-body freckles that I want to lick. I’m definitely not thinking about how I’d like to climb on top of him in the hot springs and put the giant lump I saw under his towel to good use.

I’m not thinking of Cash, either, and how under his polite farm boy exterior I bet he’s a little kinky and a little controlling, the kind of guy who’d pull my hair while he took me hard from behind in that giant fluffy bed in the next room…

Anddefinitelynot Gavin and how all his dirty talk would be said with that delectable British accent while he pushed me up against the wall of the shower, water sliding down our bodies, making a kaleidoscope of that tattoo as he whispered in my ear.

My hand’s on my inner thigh, slowly making its way upward. I could stop it, but I don’t. Not yet, because I’m nice and relaxed in this lovely bath, and maybe if I do this just the once, I’ll magically stop thinking about these guys and I’ll be able to concentrate on my work for a couple of months.

Maybe they’d be into a threesome. Or a foursome?

I snort out loud at the ridiculous thought, but something deep inside me clenches at it, some unknown flower of lust blooming at the thought.

I’ve never had one. I wouldn’t know where to start, I wouldn’t know how to keep track of that many people. One at a time for me, thanks.

But Ihavealways wanted sex more than my boyfriends. One called me the energizer fuck bunny before we broke up, and it was true: after two rounds I’d be eager for more, and he’d be ready to pass out for twelve hours.

Quit it. You’re here to work, I tell myself, and drag my hand away. I sit up in the tub and reach for the shampoo in my shower bag.

My hand closes around something else, and I pull it out, frowning.

It’s the joke dildo.

Goddammit, Maddy.

Apparently, she put it in my shower bag before I came here, and because I left packing until about an hour before Ihadto leave, I didn’t find it. Until now.

Why’s it a joke dildo? Because it’s comically big, and because in a drunken moment a few weeks ago, I confessed to my roommate Madeline that I’d broken my old dildo from using it too much.

Naturally, she found a comically large one and presented it to me. She put a bow on it and everything, but I’ve never used it. I just had it on a shelf in my room as a joke.

But… there’s no reason Icouldn’tuse it. It’s here. I’m here. And it’s pretty big, but right now, when I’m horny as hell in this bathtub, it suddenly doesn’t seemthatbig anymore.

Maybe this’ll scratch the itch.

I bite my lip and slide back down in the water, slowly pulling the giant dildo under. Now Ican’tget the thought of Dalton out of my head, his green eyes and cocky grin, the V on his hips that pointed right at the huge bump under his towel.

I slide my fingers down to my clit, the dildo in my other hand. I’m holding my breath as I nudge its head against my entrance, pushing my hips up to meet it, and I think about the way that Cash’s muscles flexed even under the sweater.

Cash, who has beautiful hands and a smile that says he knows exactly how to use them. He was in my bedroom, and right now I wish he’d turned me around and pushed me over the bed, his hand between my legs as he pulled my leggings off…

I push the dildo in, and it slides smoothly, making me gasp out a moan. It’s big —waybigger than either guy I’ve had sex with — but Jesus it feels good.

Really, really good. Before I know it, I’ve pushed it all the way in and I’m moaning out loud, my voice echoing off the bathroom tiles, rubbing my clit furiously with my other hand. I’m bucking my hips wildly, water splashing out of the tub and onto the floor, but I can’t stop.

You like this, don’t you?

You like getting fucked hard and deep.

Now it’s Gavin who’s in the tub with me, talking dirty in that accent, spreading me wide while he takes me hard. I fuck myself furiously, harder than I ever have before, still rubbing my clit as my toes clench and I hope I don’t drown myself.

I push it home once, twice, and then all at once I’m coming furiously. My pussy clenches and spasms, and I can feel the waves of force traveling through the part of the dildo I’m still holding but I keep it deep inside me as I come, visions of Gavin and Dalton and Cash rocking through my head.

I don’t drown, though I probably come close. Finally, I pull the dildo out of myself, still shaken from my orgasm, and toss it to the side of the tub, then lean my head back and breathe deeply.

Maybe.

Maybe I’ll make it through this artists’ retreat without embarrassing myself by trying to jump one of the boys.

Chapter Five

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