Chapter 33
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
WREN
The fire in his eyes turns from frustration to heat as he looks me up and down. Then he starts barking out orders. “Pete, take her sweatshirt off.”
“You got it,” he says eagerly as he moves behind me, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulling it over my head.
“No bra,” Sly comments, his eyes skating over my chest.
“They took all my clothes, and this is all they gave me to wear,” I tell him before noting that he’s removed the guard’s shirt, only wearing a white T-shirt on top, but he’s still wearing the guard's pants. “Take those off,” I demand.
His eyes meet mine in surprise, but then he must see my anger there because he quickly slips them off and tosses them to Dex. “Burn those in the fireplace.”
“Mine too,” Pete says, tossing him his own pair.
Sly looks at me as he asks, “Better?”
I take a second to take in his tight white T-shirt and boxers. “You never wear white. Take that off, too,” I instruct him. Amusement fills me when he does so without comment.
“Now it’s your turn,” he says, eyeing my sweatpants. “Take those off, and anything else you have on under there. We’re burning it all.”
I keep eye contact with him as I easily push them over my hips and let them drop to the floor, stepping toward him as I step out of them.
His eyes start to roam all over me, and I realize he really is inspecting me. I haven’t had access to a mirror, so I have no idea if I have any bruises on me anymore.
“Turn around, slowly,” he instructs. And as I do as he says, I find three other sets of eyes assessing me, too. Dex is the only one missing and must be burning our clothes.
When I finally face Sly again, I try to assess the look on his face, but I’m unsure what he’s thinking. “Am I… tarnished?” I ask, unable to think of a better word.
“You could never be tarnished,” Elias says from where he’s still seated on the bed.
“You have a couple of small bruises on your shoulder, here,” Sly says, reaching out to hold my left arm just below the mark. I twist my arm to see the damage, and there is a very slight purpling to the skin. That’s probably from where I was shoved into the bars.
“I told you, it wasn’t that bad. You guys freed me just in time,” I tell him with a tight-lipped smile as I cross my arms over my chest, feeling a little self-conscious at being the only naked one in the room.
“I needed to see for myself, to know what you’d been through, but also so I know how careful I need to be with you.”
“Careful?” I ask, but the word is barely out of my mouth before he bends down and scoops me up in his arms. “Sly! What are you doing?” I ask as he marches into the bathroom.
“I need to clean the stench of that place off you.” He sets me on the countertop as he moves to start the shower.
I sniff my arm as I ask, “I smell that bad?”
“No,” Pete answers as he enters in nothing but his boxers. “But we need to clean that place off you. And us.”
“Oh,” I reply as he and Sly stand side by side, facing me. Then, at the same time, they both push their boxers down, leaving them completely naked. “Oh my,” I whisper, eyeing their half-erect cocks.
It’s been such a long time since I’ve seen them, I almost forgot what they looked like. Almost. Suddenly, I’m hoping this shower includes reminding me what they feel like, too.
“Like what you see?” Pete asks, amused, as I stare at their junk.
I nod my head eagerly. “Yeah. I like it a lot.”
“I fucking missed that mouth,” Pete groans before fisting his cock. The action has my hands gripping the edge of the counter tightly as a small whimper of desire escapes my lips.
“Let’s get you in the shower before you start using it,” Sly says as he lifts me down onto my feet and guides me under the warm spray of water.
Instantly, my face finds the warm water, and I tilt my head back and groan.
I missed this. Showers at the detention centre were terrible.
Being watched meant I had to be as quick as possible, and I never enjoyed them.
My eyes close as I let the water flow over me. I rub my hands over my skin until two bodies join me, pressing into my front and back. I move my face out of the water so I can watch as Pete squeezes some body wash into his hand, then Sly’s. I hold out my hand, and he gives me some, too.
Their hands are on me instantly, scrubbing me clean as I place my hands on Pete’s chest, making sure to feel every muscle as I go.
The next few minutes are filled with a lot of rubbing and scrubbing, as I’m turned back and forth between them as we clean each other.
I make them turn around so I can clean their backs and their tight asses.
I take my time cleaning their cocks, they seem to think that my breasts and pussy are especially dirty as they spend a lot of time there.
My body is humming with energy, not just from this shower session, but from weeks of pent-up orgasms. And I start to wonder how much they touched themselves in this very shower while I was away.
“Did you touch yourselves and think of me, while I was locked up?” I ask breathily as I stroke Sly’s cock in one hand in front of me, and Pete’s in my other behind my back.
“No,” Sly says, his finger trailing up and down my folds, barely grazing my clit before he moves down again. “I refused to touch myself while you were in danger.”
“Me too,” Pete admits.
“Really?” I ask in shock. “Isn’t that like… really difficult?”
“Let's just say I’m only a few strokes away from coming all over your ass,” Pete says with a groan.
“Oh, I see.” I slow my strokes down as I ask. “Does that mean you don’t want to come in my ass?” I accentuate that by pushing it back against him, and he groans.
“Careful, my little vixen,” Sly says in warning.
“Of what?” I ask, lifting my eyes to meet his. “Pushing you two too far?”
“Yes,” he grits out as he slides a finger inside me.
I gasp and swallow as I try to speak. “The way I see it, I’ve been in this shower with you for almost ten minutes, and neither of you has kissed me or given me an orgasm yet. I think I need to push you, because either you think I’m broken, or you’ve forgotten how to make me come.”
Pete chuckles, but Sly? His eyes turn molten as hunger and determination fill him. Silently, he sinks a second finger into me, then curls them both, instantly connecting with my G-spot.
My entire body tightens, and I gasp, my hands releasing both of them as they shoot out to grab his biceps in support. His free hand starts to pinch at one of my nipples, then suddenly Pete is pressing a finger into my ass, his free hand coming around to pinch my clit.
I cry out as an orgasm rushes out of me, but Sly crashes his mouth over mine, his tongue swooping in to claim me as his all over again. I submit to him, letting him take charge as my body convulses and twitches between the two of them.
When my fingers start to loosen on his arms, and my body stops shaking, he finally lifts his mouth and removes his fingers, a pleased smirk pulling at his lips as he asks, “You were saying?”
I lean back against Pete, unable to speak, which seems to amuse Sly.
“That’s what I thought. Now, that was just a little taste.
Are you ready for me?” He reaches down and squeezes his hard cock.
My entire body lights up, eager to have him inside of me again as I lick my lips and nod with excitement.
“I want to hear you say it,” he says as he rubs his cock through my folds. A whimper escapes me when I realise Pete still has a finger in my ass and starts thrusting it in and out.
“Did you forget about me, Wren?” Pete whispers in my ear.
“Please,” I beg, hoping they know I’m speaking to both of them.
“Please, what?” Sly asks as his tip bumps against my clit repeatedly like a delicious sort of torture.
“Please fuck me. Both of you.”
“You missed us?” Pete asks as he pulls his finger out, and I feel the tip of his cock line up with my back entrance.
“So much.”
“How much?” Sly asks as he starts to press into me.
“I forgot what you felt like,” I whisper, my fingers tightening on his arms again.
“Let us remind you then,” Sly says as they push in at the same time. I’ve never had them do that simultaneously before, and the stretch is indescribable. I cry out, and suddenly their fingers are rubbing at all the right places, helping to ease the pressure of what they’re doing.
“Dios mio!” I exclaim as they fill me up.
“Fuck,” Pete growls in my ear. “I’ve missed hearing you swear in Spanish so much, baby.” He kisses my neck, then whispers, “Hold on to Sly’s neck. I’m gonna lift you up.”
I don’t understand what he means, but I lift my arms and cling to Sly as Pete’s hands find my thighs and lift.
As he raises me up, I realize they both must have been squatting uncomfortably to reach me before.
But now that Pete’s holding me, I’m at the right height for them both.
Sly pushes us back until Pete is leaning against the tiled wall and squeals. “That’s cold!”
I giggle at his girlish squeal, but when he thrusts his hips, it instantly changes to a moan. “Peter!” I cry out, which makes Sly literally growl as he stares down at me. He starts to hammer into me until I call out his name, “Sly!”
“Mmm, much better,” he whispers before lifting my chin and kissing me.
His fingers thread into the hair at the back of my head as he deepens the kiss.
My body hums like a live wire, each thrust sending fire through my veins.
I can feel my orgasm building as my hands paw at Sly, desperate to reach that peak as quickly as possible.
The more they touch me, the more I can forget about the past few weeks. The more I’m reminded of where I am now. Sly’s free hand starts to strum over my nipple, making me whimper as he pounds into me. My fingers dig into his shoulders, urging him on until I feel like I can’t breathe.
Ripping my mouth from his, I beg, “Harder, Sly!”
His teeth scrape along my neck before he asks, “You want more, baby?”