Page 60 of Wicked Fantasies

Heath directed one of the showerheads at her and his hands joined Colt’s in rinsing the soap off her. As the suds trailed down her belly, Heath gathered some up and rubbed them into her pussy. He scrubbed the hair covering her mons.

“I’d love to shave this hair off you,” he murmured against her lips as he kissed her.

“God, yes.” Colt seemed to share Heath’s desire. “Think about it, darlin’, nothing between you and our lips.”

“Our fingers,” Heath added.

“Our cocks.” Colt dragged his hands down from her breasts and lightly rubbed her belly.

“Do it,” she whispered, entranced by their words, hands and lips, which seemed to be setting her on fire everywhere.

The water suddenly seemed too hot for her scalded skin and she started to ask Heath to cool it off. Before she could make the request, Colt’s arms enveloped her whole upper body, arms and all in a tight embrace. She felt something sharp at her pussy and looked down, shocked to see Heath on his knees before her with a razor in his hands.

“Hold still.” Colt issued the warning in her ear and the two of them watched in silence as Heath carefully shaved her.

“That looks hot, darlin’.” Colt released her when Heath finished and rose and both men dragged their fingers over the too-sensitive flesh.

“Oh my God,” she cried, pleasure crashing through her. “That feels so good.”

Colt chuckled and turned her head to face him, kissing her hard and long. She was amazed by the sheer power in the kiss.

Both Heath and Colt were masters and she wondered how she would ever be able to settle for the lukewarm kisses of other men after the scorching possession with which these two men had marked her with their lips.

She forced Colt to release her, remembering her earlier request. Both of them had offered her so much this weekend and she was anxious to give something back.

She slowly drifted down their bodies, pulling her hands along their chests until she reached her knees. Heath, sensing her direction, changed the flow of water from the showerheads so that it hit both men on their lower hips.

She smiled at his ingenuity. It kept the water out of her face, but managed to provide plenty of moisture for her to use her hand on one man while sucking on the other.

“Kylie.” Colt’s voice rumbled over her and his hands were rough in her hair. She reveled in the feeling. He was always so in control that it humbled her to know she could do this to him. Leave him so hot and needy he forgot everything except what she was doing to him.

Her tongue darted around the hard head of his penis and she savored the pre-come coating him there. Turning slightly she repeated the action on Heath and wondered at the difference. She never realized a man’s come had its own distinctive taste until that moment. Colt’s was salty, like seawater, while Heath’s had an almost nutty flavor.

Gripping each man’s cock in her fists, she gave in to the desire to consume them. While she deep-throated Colt, she worked her hand hard against Heath’s turgid flesh.

Then she switched.

Over and over, she worked her tongue, teeth and hands over their erections, acutely aware when the tenor of their play progressed to the final stage. Heath’s grip on her shoulder became almost painful as his climax approached. Colt’s hands engulfed her scalp, forcing her further down on him.

“I’m there, Sunshine,” Heath cried when she took him to the back of her throat. He pushed her away from him. “I want to come on you.”

Colt groaned at his words and placed his large fist over hers, pumping it hard and fast against his thick flesh before releasing her. “Together. Lean back, darlin’, and hold up those gorgeous tits. Let us paint them.”

She quickly moved into the position he requested, swamped by the passion raging within her. The idea of being marked in such a way was potent.

Pushing her breasts up with one hand, she reached down to fondle herself. She was only a second away from coming herself.

As she played with her clit, she looked up at Heath and Colt, watching her as they pumped at their own erections. None of them was going to make it much longer. No sooner had the thought passed her mind then she cried out, her orgasm drenching her hand.

Colt and Heath reacted to the sound as if they’d been scorched by a flame and they emptied themselves on her chest at the same time with harsh cries.

Reaching up, she ran her hands through their come.

With a saucy grin, she looked at Heath. “What was that you said earlier about rubbing it in?”

Chapter Nine

Colt rolled over and looked at the clock, marveling at how time ceased to matter. They’d stayed awake nearly all of Friday night, not bothering to rise until lunchtime on Saturday.

---