Page 51 of Toxic Hope
I wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto him as he carries me to the bathroom. “I can walk, you know.”
“I know, but this is more fun,” he quips with a kiss on my cheek.
Don’t fall for them.
Preston just holds me until Easton checks the water and deems it the right temperature. Only then does he put me down so I can step into the shower.
The warm water feels good on my skin as it cascades over me. Preston and Easton step into the bathtub, and I can’t help but laugh. How the three of us must look all crammed in here like sardines. The twins don’t seem to mind that they don’t have a lot of space. Their big bodies bumping into the wall as they navigate awkwardly.
Preston reaches for my soap and squirts a healthy amount in his palm. I assume he is about to start washing himself, but instead, he runs his soapy hands down my arms, massaging my skin as he goes. When he is done with my arms, he moves up to my shoulders, my neck, down to my collarbone, and over my breasts.
Easton washes my back, playing special attention to my butt cheeks. When he slips a finger between and massages my asshole, I tense, making him chuckle.
“I’m only making sure you’re very clean,” he teases while playing with my back door, just like Preston did the other day while he was fucking me.
I want to hate it. I should hate it, right? Only I don’t. I only tensed up because I’m scared he will go too fast and hurt me. I don’t know why I think that, because neither Preston nor Easton has done something to cause me any pain. Quite the opposite, their touch has brought me some immense pleasure… pleasure my body remembers very well.
That’s the main reason for me relaxing and letting him play with my ass instead of pushing him away. His soapy finger circles my hole, adding a little more pressure as he goes. I close my eyes and relax a little more.
Preston is still washing the front of my body, his hand slowly making its way between my legs. His fingers find my clit, just as Easton’s finger is about to breach my tight ring of muscle. The combined sensation makes me moan.
“I knew you would like that,” Easton whispers into my ear, making my face heat.
“Don’t be embarrassed, lots of girls like this,” Preston says, and something about his statement rubs me the wrong way. Maybe because it’s a reminder of how experienced the two of them are and how inexperienced I am.
I wonder how many girls they have slept with and immediately regret having the thought. Jealousy bursts through me, souring my mood. When I’m with them like this, I feel special. They make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world, but I’m not. Not to them. I might be just one of many and that thought stinks.
Luckily, I’m not thinking about it long. My brain shuts off when Preston shoves his finger into my pussy. He continues to rub over my clit with his palm while he thrusts his finger into me. I throw my head back in pleasure, biting my lip to stifle amoan. At the same time, the tip of Easton’s finger slips into my asshole.
It feels foreign, but not in a bad way. In a curious way. It also feels erotic and forbidden. The deeper Easton goes, the more pleasure builds in my core. Preston continues his onslaught on my pussy while Easton fingers my ass.
It doesn’t take long for me to come. Matter of fact, I come so fast, I’m a bit embarrassed. My pussy clenches around Preston’s finger, and my ass puckers around Easton’s, as my release overtakes me. My thighs quiver, and I feel like my knees are about to give out by the time my pussy stops pulsing.
“Good girl,” Preston rasps before his lips are on mine. I open my mouth for him, and he takes the invitation with a hungry growl.
While we kiss, he grabs my wrists and guides my hands to his chest. Since my mind is still in a haze of lust, I don’t get right away that he wants me to touch him. I realize that the guys have their hands on me all the time, but I hardly ever have mine on them.
Hesitantly, I run my palms over his broad chest, enjoying the way his muscles flex beneath my touch. I drag my fingers down his abs, feeling each hard ridge on my way down. Finding my courage, I go even lower, until I feel his pubic hair under my fingertips.
Preston groans when I wrap my hand around his very hard cock. The sound egging me on. I squeeze him a little, while running my hand up and down his shaft. While I jerk Preston off, Easton is still playing with my ass. He adds a second finger, stretching me open, and I wonder if he thinks he is going to put his dick in there. The idea both scares and excites me.
I don’t have to wonder long, because a moment later, Easton announces, “I’m going to fuck your ass.”
Preston breaks the kiss. “No, you’re not. You had her pussy first. I get her ass first.”
“Ugh, fine,” Easton grumbles, letting his fingers slip out of my ass.
“Um, hello, do I get a say at all?”
“Are you scared?” Preston ignores my question.
“No, but we don’t have any lube,” I remind them.
“We’ll use this,” Easton points to the conditioner.
Preston grabs the bottle and pops the lid open. He pours a healthy amount into his palm before rubbing it all over his cock.
“Turn around,” Easton orders, and I follow his command. Careful not to slip, I spin around to face him.
