Page 23 of Wayward
“Not now, Little Bird. Let’s get you cleaned the rest of the way.” Zane lifts me out of Easton’s arms and into the shower.
The three of them pile in after me. I’m tired, but there’s no chance of me falling over now. There’s so much skin in here. Dante rotates me by the shoulders and positions me in the primespot of the water spray, then takes the shampoo and lathers my hair. His fingertips are a blessing on my scalp. I can’t help but moan in pleasure. I clasp my hands over my mouth.
“I don’t think it matters anymore,” Easton says, scrubbing me with body wash. His touch is firm, yet tender.
And he’s right. There’s no disguising what just came out of my mouth. So forget about it. I drop to my knees. It’s like a forest of redwoods around me. They’re all so tall. I take Easton in one hand, Dante in the other, and go in for Zane. I was never good at bobbing for apples as a child. And now is no different. Zane’s warm laugh fills the shower, and he holds his cock out for my lips. I glance up at the other two. They’re watching me carefully, their expressions a mix of arousal and concern.
“You doing okay, Sassy?” Dante asks, his voice a gentle rumble.
“Mmm hmm,” I mumble around Zane’s cock.
“Fuck,” Zane says. The vibration in my voice has him jumping in my mouth.
“Good girl,” Easton murmurs, his fingers in my hair.
Zane groans, his hips jerking uncontrollably as I suck him deep into my throat. He thrusts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and sending waves of pleasure radiating through me. His hands overlap with Easton’s in my hair, his fingers digging into my scalp as he fucks my mouth.
My hands are moving up and down Dante’s and Easton’s lengths. Luckily, Easton’s large back is keeping most of the water from rolling over me.
“That’s it, Sassy.”
I flick my eyes up to Dante, and he puts his hand on top of mine. There’s a twitch under my hand, and he’s coming. Streams coat my shoulders, and Zane comes hard down my throat. I’m choking on it until he pulls out of my lips. I turn to Easton. His blue eyes glow down at me.
“Suck him, Sassy,” Dante orders, his voice gruff with desire.
I oblige, wrapping my lips around Easton’s cock and enjoying the taste of Zane still in my mouth. It’s a sinfully delicious cocktail of flavors.
Zane reaches down and supports my head, guiding my movements as I pleasure Easton. “That’s it, Little Bird,” he groans, his breath catching in his throat.
I hum around Easton’s cock, feeling the vibrations in my throat as he nears his release. He hits the back of my throat. “Yes,” he hisses, thrusting into me one last time before tensing up. His cock twitches in my mouth as he releases down my throat.
Easton helps me up and kisses me. It’s demanding and passionate. He twists me around under the water jet. Hands scrub at my skin while Dante and Zane wash me all over again.
“Now you’re good and clean,” Zane says.
“There’s nothing clean about Sassy.” Dante shuts the water off and puts a finger to his lips. He’s right. Best to not overdo the chatter now that they’ll definitely hear everything we have to say.
“That’s not true.” Zane holds up a towel for me. I wrap myself in it.
Easton slips out the door and returns a few minutes later with a clean T-shirt.
“Underwear?” I ask.
Easton cocks his head to the other room and shakes his head.
“You’re not going to need it. Wait until you see what Calvin and Sam . . . Just come and look.”
I slip the shirt over my head and hang up the towel. Easton’s laughing. Zane steps into the bedroom for a second and comes back in, shaking his head.
“What?”
“You’re going to love it. Fuck, I love it,” Zane says.
Dante’s out the door and calls back. “Fuck, yeah.”
I step out into the room. “Whoa.”
Chapter 11
