Page 49 of Four on the Floor: A Menage Romance

Heat rushes down in my body at the growl in his voice, because I know that growl. That growls meansverygood things for me. I heard that growl last week when we fucked on the sofa in my studio and he made me come three times in a row, each incidence louder than the last.

I bend over, bracing myself against the side of the tub, his hands already all over me, the hot water and our slippery skin making everything feel more alive, like I’ve grown new nerve endings in the last twenty minutes.

But for a long moment, nothing happens, even though I’m more than ready.

“Sorry,” Cash says behind me, sounding a little distracted.

There’s the sound of a drawer sliding open and shut. My heart skips a beat, and I look behind myself, but I can’t tell what he got out of it.

“There it is,” he says, and then a switch flips and all the jets in the Jacuzzi turn on. The bubbles start piling even higher, threatening to spill over the sides, and Cash tosses a small bottle onto the side of the tub.

It’s lube.

What do we need…

Oh. OH.

Cash slides into me again, filling me up, making me exhale in a short groan. The first thrust always feels like it’s almost too much, like he’salmostgoing to tear me apart, like I almost can’t take him — but in a good way.

It’s the good kind of overwhelming, the kind that goes fromoh notooh yesin the space of a second, fromI can’t take thistoI need more.

And I need more. Already, I need more, pushing myself back onto his cock until our hips slam together. It’s a new angle and it feels good in different ways — I’m no longer in control. Now it’s all him, free to do whatever he wants to me.

Cash slows, grabs the lube from the edge of the tub. He’s still fucking me as I hear the bottle open, and I know what’s coming next.

It’s his fingers, gently circling my back hole. My heart beats faster, and the part of my brain that somehow still exists — the prudish part that really should have shut off weeks ago — rebels.

This is dirty. Filthy. You can’t let him fuck you there, nice girls don’t…

I forcibly shut that part of my brain up and arch upward, pushing back against him.

“I love it when you’re dirty,” Cash says, his voice a deep growl.

I’m biting my lip, his cock deep inside me as his fingers circle my back hole, every nerve in my body alive and sizzling.

“I’m always dirty,” I say. “I just act nice sometimes.”

He slides one finger in. I moan, my hands closing on the lip of the tub. It feels strange but agoodstrange, good in a way that things aren’t supposed to.

Just like it always does. It’s not the first time he’s done this, and I moan again as he slides a second finger in, force myself to relax. Cash is still fucking me, slow and steady, all the sensations coming together in a potent headrush that I can’t deny.

“More,” I gasp out.

There’s a third finger, and this time I cry out, rocking forward and back, almost out of control. It’s good but weird, almost dangerous. I know that I’m giving control over to Cash more and more with every movement I make, but it’s all I want.

I want him to have everything. I want him to take me in every hole, use my body however he wants.

And not just him. Dalton and Gavin too, when it’s their turn. I want to give myself completely and utterly to my guys.

Because God, it feels good.

He fucks me slow, filling both my holes. I’m practically in a trance, fucking him back, every muscle in me begging and pleading for more.

Finally, his fingers withdraw. He grabs the bottle of lube again and pulls out, leaving me gasping, bent over the edge of the jacuzzi while the jets bubble away below me.

It’s only a moment before his cock is at my back entrance, and I take a deep breath, nervous despite myself, despite how badly I want this.

He goes slowly, and I make myself relax. Cash is gentle but insistent, all at the same time, and we move into a rhythm together as he works his way into my back hole, stretching me out bit by bit. I will my body to yield to him, give way, and before I realize it, I’m moaning again, pushing back against him, wanting him deeper.

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