Page 12 of Doubling Down

My breath hitches as he lifts a soapy hand to cup my cheek, and I tilt my head back, accepting the wet kiss he presses to my lips. I open for him and lean back, arching into him. Water cascades over our heads, into my mouth, and I swallow it along with the moan he gives me when I reach down to wrap my hand around his shaft.

“Jesus,” he murmurs, then lets out a gasp when I squeeze him. He stares at me with hungry eyes. “I bet I can hold you up on my own now.”

I lift an eyebrow and smile. Last time we had sex in the shower, I was a little heavier, and he wasn’t quite so built, but we had fun, nonetheless. Simon joined in, and I found myself suspended between them both while they took turns fucking me beneath the hot water.

“What about Simon?”

He tilts his head back and bellows, “Yo, Simon! I’m gonna fuck Sarah in the shower, if you want in on this!” Then he grins down at me.

“You’re crazy!” I say, laughing as I embrace him.

The door opens a split-second later and Simon steps in, three glasses of wine in his hands. He sets them on the counter before hopping up to seat himself. He swings his feet and makes a little circle with his hand.

“Thanks for the invite. Don’t stop on my account. I’m in the mood to watch for a bit.”

“You sure, dude?” Jude asks warily.

“Yep.”

Jude meets my gaze again with a lazy smile. “Don’t trust him,” he murmurs. “He’s going to try to bogart you later.”

“Would that be so bad?” I ask, glancing over Jude’s shoulder at Simon, who’s sipping his wine. He winks at me from his perch, and I grin, then meet Jude’s gaze again.

“Maybe I worry I’m not enough for you,” Jude says. “I remember how insatiable you were. You wore us out.”

“You’re older now, so no doubt you have more stamina. Try me.”

He looms close, skating his hands down my sides. I comb my fingers through his wet hair and let out a surprised gasp when he suddenly hoists me in his arms and presses my back against the wall behind me. I hold onto his shoulders as I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles behind him.

“You ready?” he asks.

I nod, and he wastes no time positioning himself and slamming in deep.

“Oh, fuck!” I cry, instantly awash in mind-numbing pleasure as Jude starts to fuck hard and fast. I can’t help but laugh with pure joy at his enthusiasm, and he swallows my laughter with a kiss that makes my head spin.

“God, I missed you,” he says, hiking me up a little higher so he can impale me even deeper.

My eyes meet Simon’s over Jude’s shoulder, and I bite my lip as he licks his own and sets down his wine, then grabs the bulge at the front of his pants and readjusts it. He doesn’t touch himself more than that, but the ridge of his erection holds my attention as his twin nails me to the shower wall.

But Jude was right—he isn’t enough.

“Stop,” I whisper, eyes still fixed on Simon as I tap Jude’s shoulder. He immediately pulls out and sets me down.

“What is it?” he asks.

I don’t answer, merely push through the shower door and drop to my knees in a puddle between Simon’s thighs. I grab for the button of his fly, and have his pants open and his cock out a second later.

“Fuck, Sarah,” Simon mutters, tilting his hips toward me as I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock. “Fucking fuck, oh, fuck.”

He slides halfway off the counter to give me a better angle, and I take his length deeper, one hand wrapped around his shaft while I yank at his pants with the other.

He rips off his shirt, then shoves his pants down and gently rests his palm against the back of my head, guiding me, even though I remember exactly how he likes to be sucked.

“Not cool,” Jude says. The noise from the shower ceases and he steps into my periphery, still dripping wet and hard as steel.

I pull back from Simon and divert my attention, reaching for Jude and sucking him deep.

“Ohhhkay, I guess you’re forgiven,” he says with a low chuckle, followed by a grunt when I deepthroat him.

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