Page 21 of Double or Nothing
Jade glances over her shoulder at me. “Does this bother you?” she asks, purposely giving Kit’s dick another slow stroke up and down to test me. “Speak up. If it does, tell me. Now or never.”
I strip off my shirt, drop my jeans and underwear to the floor, and kick them out of the way. Moving up behind her, I tug her ass against my hard cock while I reach around to cup her breasts with both hands. She’s sandwiched tight between mine and Kit’s bodies.
“Here’s your answer,” I whisper in her ear, before nipping her earlobe. “Does my cock feel upset to you?” I ask, rubbing my hard erection between her ass cheeks.
“Maybe hot and bothered,” she says, smiling at me over her shoulder. “Definitely not upset.”
She drops her hand from Kit and moves away from both of us to step towards the shower, her backlit silhouette painting a tantalizing picture against the frosted glass. The cascade of water from the shower head drenches her instantly, her hair darkening and sticking to her back. The sight is sexy, an invitation for Kit and me.
Turning to face us, she crooks her finger in a beckoning motion. “What are you waiting for?” she asks, her voice dropping to a sultry tone. “The hot water will run out if you both keep standing there. I hope you boys can keep up with me.”
I glance at Kit and see the same raging desire as mine mirrored in his eyes. We’re in sync, united by a common goal; to ensure our girl is pleasured beyond her wildest dreams.
And to make sure she never regrets this decision.
As I step into the spacious shower, a wave of hot steam washes over me, the heat penetrating my skin and loosening my tense muscles. The scent of Jade’s shampoo becomes stronger, sweeter, intoxicating.
Her eyes sparkle with mischief and anticipation when she extends a soapy hand towards me. I move into her reach, allowing her to draw me under the shower stream with her, the water coursing down her curvy body.
Kit steps in behind her, his large hands gliding over her wet skin caressing, and exploring. She sighs, a soft, satisfied sound. Kit gently washes her back, his hand smoothing and lathering the soft, soapy cloth over her shoulder blades and down her spine.
The shower fills with hot steam, billowing and fogging up the glass enclosure. The world outside no longer exists; it’s just the three of us here. There’s no awkwardness, no missteps. Instead, there’s an unspoken understanding, a shared rhythm.
Everything feels right.
Kit’s hands roam all over her from the back to the front, sponging in between and underneath her breasts, slipping his hands in between her thighs.
Jade grabs another cloth and runs it with equal care over every inch of me. Her touch is soft, yet firm. As I let her wash away the grime of the day, my body involuntarily shudders and stiffens in response to her touch. Her hand strokes my chest, circling my nipples, her fingertips tracing the outline of my tattoos.
Turning her to face me, I reach for her chin and lift it towards me, tilting her head back to meet my lips. With a trail of soft kisses, I move from her forehead down to her cheeks, and the sweet curve of her neck.
Kit’s hands slide around her hips and down her thighs, washing her stomach and her hips. Jade moans softly as Kit’s hands go down on either side of her ass cheeks and lower in between her legs. She leans back against my chest and her eyes close, her breathing coming in short, shallow pants.
“My turn,” I say, taking the cloth from her. First working up a lather, I start with Jade’s arms, letting my fingers glide down the smooth skin. She tilts her head back, letting the water rush through her hair, and sighs deeply. The sight of water cascading down her neck and tracing a path between her breasts is an image I’m sure neither Kit nor I will ever forget.
Slowly, she turns around in my arms. “I’m not finished with you yet,” she says in a low voice. “You’re still a dirty boy and I need to clean you up.”
“I thought you liked dirty boys,” I tease.
“Oh, I do. I love a man with a dirty mouth,” she replies, smiling up at me as she trails the soapy cloth down my abs. “Not desert sand and blood dirty.”
When the cloth skims over my dick and then goes lower around my balls, I suck in a breath. I’d love nothing more than to shove her against the tile wall, and fuck her raw, but this time we’re taking it slow.
I’m not alone in this.
There’s a lot to consider here with Kit in the picture, too. I’ve never been a guy to share a girl, so we’re stepping carefully through new territory, learning our way.
I’ve fucked up enough in the last twenty-four hours to last a lifetime, and I sure as hell don’t want to screw this up, too. So, I’ll grit my teeth, and let her set the pace as goddamn slow as she wants.
Even if it kills me, and it might, the way my dick is throbbing.
Jade slowly continues to wash each of our bodies with the sudsy cloth, taking her ever-loving, fucking time while both of our cocks are straining, rock hard. No doubt she knows what she’s doing, driving us insane, making us blind with want for her. When she’s finished lathering us up, she pushes us both under the water jets, letting the water cascade over our heads and down our backs, making sure we’re rinsed off.
“Fist your cocks to keep them hard for me while I turn off the water,” she says.
“Keeping my dick hard isn’t going to be an issue,” I reply as I wrap my fingers around my shaft, stroking in long motions.
“Same here,” Kit says, closing his big hand around his dick. “I can easily go all night and will. Never worry about us staying hard for you.”
