Page 10 of Please and Tease (Sweet Treats 6)

Probably yes, because I’m sticky and wet with their goop, while they just finished draining their hoses onto my body. But it doesn’t feel awkward in any way. If anything, these handsome men have senses of humor. Aaron looks around and chuckles.

“I guess we should be grateful that this place has concrete floors,” he says with humor. “It’s going to need a deep clean, that’s for sure.”

“Not just the floor,” adds Andrew. “The walls and the machine too. Everything’s doused with our seed.”

It’s true. They erupted so much that there are small drips drizzling down from almost every surface. I should feel grossed out, but I don’t. Instead, I just feel dirty and sated.

I smile at them.

“Should we get a mop?” I ask with eyebrows raised. “I guess my laundry is done for too,” I say ruefully, looking into the washing machine. It’s true. There are sticky tendrils of man goop in the water now, and if anything, it’s just making my lingerie dirtier and not cleaner.

“Here, let us help you off of there,” says Aaron. “That looks like a precarious place to be.”

I giggle a bit.

“Believe it or not, I’ve done this before with high heels on. That was definitely a lot more dangerous.”

The men gape at me.

“Are you serious?” asks one. “You straddled your toy on the moving washing machine while balancing in high heels?”

I nod coyly.

“Yep, and they were six inch stilettos too. It was difficult, but you learn,” I coo sweetly.

The men merely shake their heads. They each take one of my hands in their own while helping me off the washing machine, and to be honest, I feel like a princess getting out of a carriage. Aaron and Andrew are my two Prince Charmings helping me alight from a moving vehicle.

“Thank you,” I say once I’m down safely on the ground. I look at them closely for the first time, and my heart begins to race as my pupils dilate. These men are even more handsome close up. They’re both six three, with dark hair and deep blue eyes. Their massive male forms are hardened and muscular, with wide shoulders, broad chests, and the proverbial washboard abs. Plus, those huge hoses, which are now flaccid, are still enormous. They’re each at least ten inches long and dangling almost all the way down to their knees. Holy cow. What would it feel like to take one inside myself? My mouth goes dry as my eyes widen.

The two men see what I’m looking at and chuckle.

“Like what you see?” one says dryly. “We’re in resting phase right now.”

“When we’re ready to go, it’s even better,” the other says with humor.

My mouth opens and closes, but I can’t get any words out. Finally, I manage to nod and swallow thickly.

“Um, yes,” I say like a dimwit. “Very nice.”

Oh god, why do I sound so stupid? Why do I have to turn into a bumbling idiot at exactly the wrong time? Usually, I’m sassy and fierce. I like to tease and am never at a loss for words. If anything, I’m usually the life of the party. But something about these men makes me feel shy, and like I’m walking naked while people point and laugh.

The fact is that we are nude. All three of us are wearing nothing, and it should feel embarrassing. But something about these men is soothing. They handle their nudity with ease, and even as their hoses continue to drip to the floor, they seem nonchalant and very confident.

“Um, so do you guys live here?” I ask, biting my lip. “Maybe we should get some robes. Unfortunately, I only have my dirty lingerie, and the clothes I shed … well, those are covered in spunk now.”

The men let out laughs, showing off sparkling white teeth.

“We’re in the same boat,” says Aaron humorously.

“We dumped all our laundry in the machine, and now we have nothing to wear,” adds Andrew with a grin.

“Are there some clean towels in the laundromat?” I ask quickly, my cheeks turning red. “Or some sheets somewhere? There must be cleaning supplies at least.”

“And what would we do with those?” quips Andrew. “Would we cover ourselves with dirty sponges and soap?”

I shrug at them, giggling despite myself.

“Maybe they have some dirty rags and we could wipe ourselves down with that,” I say with a wry smile. “I can’t be any filthier than I am now. Although, of course, your spunk isn’t dirty. I’d take a bath in it if I could!”

Oh my god, what am I saying? What are these ridiculous words coming out of my mouth? A bath of spunk? What the hell is wrong with me?

But the men seem to find my sense of humor entrancing. Aaron grins at me.

“A bath in our seed? Not a bath in champagne? Or milk? Or chocolate milk?”

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