Page 13 of Doubling Down

I keep one hand on Simon’s shaft, stroking him while I suck Jude for a minute, then switch again. They scoot together to make the switch easier, and I divide my attention evenly, marveling at how at least this part of them hasn’t changed a bit. I’d become very well-acquainted with both their cocks, and how to suck them off is as easy to recall as riding a bike.

“Sarah, let us come on you,” Jude says. “I want to cover those gorgeous tits with my spunk.”

Holding each cock in one hand, I smile up at him. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

It takes only a few quick strokes, and first Jude’s, then Simon’s cock erupts across my chest, painting my skin in sticky, creamy stripes.

Naturally the mess earns me a second shower, but this time, I am the focus of their attention.

Chapter Seven

We manage to deplete the hot water in their shower, but not before they thoroughly reciprocate the attention I just gave them. They bracket me beneath the spray, one in front and one in back, and I drape one leg over Simon’s shoulder, holding onto the wall for balance while they utterly destroy my pussy and ass with their tongues. My legs are jelly when I climax, to the point that Jude has to stand and support me from behind while Simon takes his sweet time soaping me up and washing every inch of my bare skin.

He ends the bathing with his fingers buried in my pussy, finger-fucking me to yet another orgasm.

“God, I missed the sounds you make when you come. I missed the way you don’t hold back. That’s right, dig your claws into me. Let me hear you scream.”

It’s as if a dam I didn’t know I’d built has crumbled, setting free every pent-up desire I’ve had for the past three years. I cling to him, crying out as he pushes me over the edge while Jude squeezes my breasts and pinches my nipples.

We can’t ignore the chilly water anymore, though, and I’m nearly blue despite the heat of pleasure still coursing through my veins.

I let them bundle me into a giant fluffy robe and lead me into the living room, where they deposit me in the center of the giant purple sofa and hand me my wine.

I’m exhausted, but wired, and can’t decide what to ask them first, but decide I want to start with the hard stuff and get it out of the way.

“How many women have you fucked at the club?” I blurt out.

Simon freezes and stares at me from the kitchen where he’s preparing a plate of snacks. Jude laughs as he enters from the bedroom, pulling a clean T-shirt over his head, then raking his fingers through his dark, wet hair.

“You don’t waste time, do you?”

“It’s a legitimate question, I think, all things considered.”

“We’ll stop doing scenes there if it bothers you,” Simon says, walking over and setting a charcuterie board down on the coffee table in front of me. I reach out and grab a grape, popping it into my mouth.

“I didn’t say that.”

“It was implied,” Jude says. “Why else would you lead with that?”

“We don’t actually fuck anyone at the club, though,” Simon says. “We’re still in training.”

“That’s not to say we don’t dole out lots and lots of orgasms.” Jude grins over his wine glass.

I’m partly relieved, and more curious now about what exactly they do.

“So if you’re more than just woodworking apprentices to Rick, what are you actually training to do?”

“It’d be clearer with a demonstration,” Jude says. “But I don’t think you have the energy for it.”

“I’d give it a go,” I say, though I’m really not interested in having to stand again, so if their demo requires me to use my legs, we’re in trouble.

Simon shakes his head and settles on the edge of the coffee table facing me. “We don’t have the right equipment up here anyway. It’s what we wanted to show you tomorrow, when we have time and energy to focus on it.”

“And before you get too antsy, we usually don’t do scenes at the club. We’ve done exactly two, and the women were committed to other Doms. On loan, you could say. They volunteered and their Doms participated.” He clears his throat. “Casey was one of them.”

My stomach lurches, and I stop chewing the cracker I just put into my mouth and reach for my wine. I swallow my food in a lump and wash it down with a long swallow of alcohol.

“Okay,” I say, not sure how I feel about this news.

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