“I’ll go,” he says, returning to kiss me first.
I lie down as he follows Thad.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Thad
Never done that to a man before.
I stand under the hot shower water, watching the mix of body fluids and used lube and thick soap spin down the drain. My cock is still hard, unspent. Frustrated I even left that bed at all.
I would fuck him for hours if I could.
I let it repeat in my head.
I would fuck him for hours if I could.
“Thad?”
I don’t move as I hear the shower door open and close. Max touches me, a soft hand on my shoulder. Still, I don’t move.
“Thad?”
A little urgency this time. I raise my head, opening my eyes as water rushes over my eyelashes.
“Are you okay?” Max asks, the showerhead spraying his chest.
I take a breath. I exhale it out. I take another one, warm steam blending with the heat in me. I look at him. His eyes. His handsome face. His lips, partly open as his chest moves up and down with each deep breath.
I kiss him. I pull him against me, my body aching to tear him apart.
Max touches my face. He kisses me back, embracing me for a moment before turning his head, breaking the kiss. “Is that a yes?” he asks, still concerned.
“I’m okay,” I whisper, breathing hard. “Just…”
A little fucked up.
“I know,” he says, water spilling off his hair as he nods. “I know…”
We kiss again, emotions stirring in me. I’ve never been one to say never, but I never thought I could love another man like this.
The shower door opens again. Phoebe steps inside, her eyes tender and wide. I open an arm to her and she silently steps forward to stand with us. I kiss her, her hands rising; one on my cheek, the other on Max’s. One kiss and she breaks away, offering her mouth to Max, and he takes a few kisses for himself as I lick the clean water off his neck.
A hand strokes my cock, one far too big to be Phoebe’s. It glides smoothly, aided with the last remaining soap suds, and I grow hard as a rock.
Max whispers in Phoebe’s ear. She instantly smiles in response and kisses him, their tongues touching.
Then, they lower to their knees.
Two wet tongues tickle my tip. My eyes flutter closed, a deep hunger rising in me. I lean my back against the shower wall as two pairs of lips purse, kissing and sucking my cock. They take turns trading the shaft back and forth, seeing which one of them can make me groan the loudest.
Phoebe deep throats me and I perform an involuntary full-body shudder.
She’s had more practice, of course.
I rest a hand on each of their heads as I watch the show. My breath quickens as Phoebe licks my sac and Max rolls his tongue around my tip. It’s pure ecstasy. I feel loved and cared for in ways I never thought possible.
Climax comes fast. I fire on Max’s jaw, Phoebe’s cheek. She opens her mouth wide, taking my tip and milking every remaining drop. Then she turns to Max, her pink tongue tainted white, and kisses him. Their tongues caress as Max cups her face, pulling her in for a deeper kiss.