Page 18 of The Naughty Week
“My pleasure.”
And it is my pleasure.
Reaching underneath Heath to grip his barbelled shaft is a dream come true. And two hands mean double the dream. I have a free one at my disposal to grip Josh’s cock at the same time, milking them both in tandem.
Damn, I’m good at it.
They come practically in sync – Josh’s fist buried deep in Heath’s perfect ass when the first jet of cum blows, and he takes advantage of it. One tiny shunt forward that makes Heath curse with afuck!
He groans louder than we did, daring to shunt backwards as he’s coming. I jerk his cock faster, milking every drop. Kudos to him, he’s really fucking incredible, and I’m a lucky girl to get the chance to watch him. He’s hot enough to set the villa on fire.
There is one clear winner of the puppet show when the two guys compare filthy hands in the aftermath. I may have taken a decent chunk of Heath’s wrist inside me, but the ring of oil on Josh’s forearm says it all. It’s at least three inches higher.
Heath may have been the puppet master, but he’s been the greatest puppet of all three of us tonight.
He should be getting the pamper and recovery reward tomorrow, not us.
But still, I’ll take it gladly.
CHAPTERSIX
Anight of sleep in Heath’s cloud bed could never be topped. I wake up to bright sunlight streaming in through the windows. It’s a heaven of slumber.
So is the heaven of rolling over and seeing the pair of them still deep in dreamland. Josh facing me, with Heath’s arm wrapped around his waist from behind.
I rise just a touch on my pillows so I can see our beautiful client, snoozing softly with his gorgeous dark hair fanned out. He’s a masterpiece. And if I wasn’t with Josh – the man my heart belongs to without question – I’d most certainly want to be with him.
Morning after syndrome is going to hit like a bitch when we touch back down to life in London. Thank fuck it’s only day two of seven.
Josh wakes first, his long lashes fluttering before his eyes open and land on mine. He reaches out and pulls me closer, and the feeling of flesh on flesh is so good I could stay here all day. It’s enough of a pamper day already without our proposalfeefrom last night.
Heath stirs, rolling away enough to stretch his arms up over his head. I look at his hands, clenching my ass at the memory of how deep he plugged me last night. I’m still burning, but that doesn’t matter. I’d take it all over again.
Just as well, since I probably will.
“Morning,curvas,” Heath says. “Did you sleep well?”
“Well would be an understatement,” I say. “It was amazing.”
He props himself up on an elbow. “How about you, Joshua?”
“As if you need to ask.”
He pulls Heath in for a kiss on the lips like it’s the most natural thing in the world, which gives me tingles. This isn’t roleplay. It isn’t characterisation, or beingin service, or proposal territory, and it’s not a prelude to another bout of horny action, either.
It’s affection.
It’s…
No. I can’t go there. Not even to ponder.
Heath is User 1543, and this is a job. For Josh as well as me.
“Ready for pamper day?” Heath asks, and Josh wrestles him over, so he’s on top of both of us. A sleepy pile up.
“Fuck pamper day,” Josh says, guiding Heath’s face to mine.
It’s a full-on tangle of a kiss when Heath’s lips land, and I squirm instinctively, my horny pussy ready for a round of cock. But Heath pulls away.
