Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
After shutting off the jets, Dylan took one hand and Ford the other, helping her out of the tub. As soon as she was on her feet, naked and dripping wet before them, Dylan went over to the enormous shower and turned it on. Unlike the tub, it was big enough for the three of them, with room to spare.
As soon as Ford stripped off his boxer briefs, his cock hung hard and heavy. Dipping his knees, he scooped her up in his arms and carried her over to where Dylan waited by the shower, also now completely naked.
The difference between the two wasn’t the size of their cocks, it was the color of the nest of thick, wiry hair at the base. Ford’s black; Dylan’s a golden brown.
She drew a hand across Ford’s warm, firm chest and whispered, “How did I get to be so lucky?”
“Just by being you,” Ford whispered back, before pressing his lips to hers for a brief moment.
Those kinds of comments made her appreciate Ford even more. He always made her feel good about herself. Never once had he ever been critical or impatient.
Dylan tested the water temp before stepping inside the glass enclosure. Immediately, he was bombarded by the various shower heads and his drool-worthy physique became slick with water.
Erin wasn’t sure where she should direct her gaze, since both men were more than worth staring at. The thought that tonight both of them would be all hers and hers alone caused a flutter in her belly from a combination of both nervousness and excitement.
Dylan ordered, “Bring her in.”
Without hesitation, Ford carried her into the luxurious shower, letting her slide down his hard body and onto her feet before closing the shower door behind them.
The hot water pelted her from several directions as the men massaged shampoo into her hair and used a bath pouf to wash her from head to toe. All the while, taking their time to caress and kiss her all over, making sure not to miss even an inch.
Heaven. Pure Heaven.
They ignored each other and focused their attention solely on her, making her feel wanted, appreciated and basically… like a queen.
Would these two men eventually be her kings?
She didn’t need to consider that right now. Tonight was simply for enjoying the attention being showered upon her.
Normally, she relished being on the receiving end of a hard spank, a good whipping, being bitten, strung up or tied down, and fucked relentlessly, but the way they pampered her without giving any orders… felt like being worshipped.
She could get used to that, too.
Could she envision this as part of her future? Absolutely.
She wasn’t lying about being lucky. What woman wouldn’t want two men seeing to her sensual and sexual needs?
Standing behind her, Ford pinned his arm under her breasts so she could lean back into him. Settling her head against his broad shoulder, she closed her eyes, letting the fragrant steam and the two men take her away like one of those old Calgon commercials.
Suddenly, she was tightly sandwiched between them and when her eyelids lifted, she watched the two kiss each other deeply and passionately over her shoulder. As they did so, Ford’s hard-on pressed against the small of her back while Dylan’s pressed against her lower belly.
Reaching between the two men, she ended their kiss by cupping Dylan’s cheek. She then turned his head so they could kiss instead, and when it was over, she twisted her head enough to share a kiss with Ford.
“Carry on,” she encouraged.
Dylan’s eyes met Ford’s behind her. “Not in the shower.”
In what seemed like an unspoken agreement, they both backed off. While Dylan turned off the multitude of shower heads, Ford stepped out and grabbed a thick, fluffy towel folded on the counter nearby.
He held it up and open in an invitation. “Come to me.”
As soon as she did, he wrapped her up and began to vigorously dry her off. He even spent time toweling her hair dry as much as possible before grabbing another thick towel to use on himself.
After Dylan did the same, he grabbed a container of what looked like body butter from under the counter and scooped some out before passing it to Ford so he could do the same. As she stood naked in the center of the bathroom, they thoroughly massaged the silky, cocoa-scented moisturizer from her head to her toes.
And while they did that, she watched them work in the large mirror.
This can’t be real life.
“You smell good enough to eat,” Ford whispered against her ear.
“I hope I’m on the menu.”
“Don’t worry, you are,” Dylan assured her. He then gave her a playful smack on her bare ass and pointed toward the closed bedroom door. “Go.”
Of course, she went without delay. The pampering was spectacular, but she was ready to get down to the nitty gritty. Especially after eyeing up their equally spectacular bodies and more-than-ready cocks.
They were probably impatient to get to the real reason for tonight, too. But the question was, would they only fuck her, or would she finally get to see them fuck each other?
They would if she had a say in it. A simple kiss shared between them had lit her core on fire, seeing them fuck each other might make her combust.
Continuing the romantic theme, Dylan’s bedroom was bathed in a soft reddish glow, giving them enough light to see each other clearly but not be harsh.
She considered his oversized bed, stripped down to only a dark, fitted sheet. “Do you want to protect the bed?”
With three of them, it would get messy.
“I always use a waterproof mattress pad,” Dylan answered.
Smart.
He finished with, “And I promise you, it’ll be needed tonight.”
That promise made her thighs quiver.
She approached the bed, trailing a finger over the soft, silky sheet the same way she had with the tub. “Do you have tonight all planned out?” She paused and glanced over her bare shoulder.
“Only what happened in the bathroom.” Dylan approached where she waited at the head of the bed. “We’ll figure out the rest of the evening as we go.”
“We’ll follow our impulses,” she murmured.
Ford also came closer. “And our desires.”
Movement above her had her glancing up. What the ? —
“That wasn’t there before.” The large mirror above his bed hadn’t been there when she toured his wing the day of the resort’s open house.
“I decided to install it the other week.”
She spotted very small hooks at each corner of the mirror. Not big enough to support any kind of sex equipment. “And the hooks?”
“So I can cover it with a piece of fabric if I get sick of staring at myself.”
She wasn’t sure anyone would get sick of staring at Dylan, especially while naked, and she was damn sure he slept that way.
“Or you want to hide it.”
“That, too,” he confirmed.
With her eyes to the mirror, she watched the men step into her space. However, their predatory gazes were not on their reflection. They were on her.
The hunger in their eyes told her that she would definitely be the “meal” tonight.
She dropped her gaze and turned. “Where do we start?”
Dylan pushed a lock of her still damp hair over her shoulder. “We’re not going overboard with the equipment or toys tonight. I think it’s best for us to concentrate on each other since it’s the first time we’ll all be together.”
Ford wiggled his eyebrows. “And if everything goes smoothly and we’re all in agreement that this will work, we can play like we mean it next time.”
A thrill shot through Erin. “I like the sound of that.”
“We all do,” Ford agreed. “Do you have a hair tie with you?”
Well, that was an unexpected request. “Sure, in my purse out in the car.”
“Shit,” he muttered before glancing at Dylan. “Do you have a rubber band?”
“In the kitchen. Not sure I want to run into Dani or Dayne like this.” He pointed at his stiff cock.
Ford pursed his lips for a second. “Grab me a shoelace.”
“What are you doing?” Erin’s curiosity was now piqued.
Instead of answering her, he turned her and began French braiding her hair.
What? When did he learn how to do that?
“Grab something for me to tie off the bottom,” he once again said to Dylan.
Dylan jerked into motion and headed for one of the cabinets or closets, or whatever the built-ins were considered, along the one wall.
The second Ford was done braiding her long, damp hair, he brushed his lips along the nape of her neck, drawing a shiver from her.
When Dylan returned, Ford held up the end of the braid. “Tie that off.”
It clearly was not a request; it was an order. Erin expected Dylan to get bent about it, but surprisingly enough, he didn’t. He simply did what he was told.
Interesting.
Would the power dynamics be fluid between the two men? If so, it might make becoming a threesome easier.
Ford released her braid. “We have one goal tonight,” he started.
She turned in time to see the two men give each other a nod before Dylan finished with, “Make her come undone.”
Ford leaned back against Dylan’s heavy-duty headboard. One that wasn’t only aesthetic, but meant to be used during bondage, or possibly even light, fun play.
This evening it was being used as support since he sat against it with his legs extended and open in a V . Erin, on her knees, had her wrists bound with silk rope at the small of her back.
That kept her off balance since she didn’t have the use of her arms. So, he controlled her head with his own hands as she sucked his cock. The speed, the depth, all under his control.
Of course, since they’d done this many times over the years, he knew her limits but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t push them. He usually did.
One thing he appreciated about Erin was she never complained. She usually rolled with whatever he wanted because she trusted him. Completely.
He did the same.
He also trusted her to give a signal if he lost his head. Something that could very well happen with everything going on tonight.
With her mouth occupied by his cock and her hands tied behind her, the agreed upon signal would be waving the bandana she had clutched in one hand. So far, she hadn’t given it. But then, right now he wasn’t pushing her as hard as he could. Most likely due to being distracted by what Dylan was up to.
His partner—how he now thought of Dylan, at least in their non-work life—was also on his knees and behind Erin as he fucked her doggy style.
Ford’s boss had his fingers dug into one hip and he alternated slapping her ass cheeks, making them a pretty pink. If Dylan kept striking her as hard as he was, they would soon be red.
But again, she could simply stop both of them with a simple shake of the bandana.
Ford whispered, “You’re such a good girl,” as he thrust up slightly at the same time pulling her head down. “That’s it, suck my cock like you can’t live without it.”
Saliva had gathered at the corners of her stretched lips. Another beautiful sight like her flushed ass cheeks.
Unfortunately, hearing their flesh slap together along with the unmistakable wet sound created every time Dylan rammed his cock deep was going straight to his head—both of them. He had to draw on every ounce of willpower to avoid exploding down Erin’s throat.
He could do that. Or he could do what he really desired. To come inside Erin after Dylan. The possibility of her pussy being filled with both of their loads was…
A heady thought.
He already came once earlier when they took turns eating her out. Because of that, he would have a bit more stamina now.
But… This whole situation was driving him to the brink. While he’d had threesomes before, for some reason, this one…
Was on a whole other level.
Most likely due to his established physical and emotional attachment to Erin added to his fiery attraction to Dylan.
He hoped, if this arrangement all worked out, he’d never have to drive to State College again to scratch his bisexual itch.
He had hit the wall when he watched Dylan’s head between Erin’s thighs earlier. He ended up kneeling above her head and jerking off until, with a deep grunt, he came all over face. After she licked away what landed on her lips, he scraped the rest over to her mouth to “assist.”
So yes, he could come down her throat, but he had different destination earmarked for his next orgasm.
Once Erin came the first time from Dylan’s mouth, Ford practically pushed the man out of the way so he could switch places and use his tongue to clean up her resulting arousal.
While he concentrated on her pussy, Ford kept his eyes on Dylan playing with her breasts with his hazel eyes dark and heated, and Erin’s expression full of ecstasy.
Dylan would lightly smack her breasts and pinch her taut nipples, then he would twist and pull one without mercy while sucking and biting the other. Watching that made Ford’s cock ache with need. Hearing her whimpers, sighs, moans and groans made him even harder. He desperately desired to either plant his cum in Erin’s slick pussy or Dylan’s tight ass.
He’d be okay with either choice. Or both. They had all night, if needed.
If everything went well, he hoped they’d have plenty of nights, days, or even early mornings in the future.
He’d been a little worried about how he and Dylan would work things out between them, but so far, they seemed to be in-tune with each other. However, that could possibly change if he tried to fuck his boss.
While both had agreed to be flexible, that didn’t mean it would end up a reality. He and Dylan were both Dominants sharing a sub. An issue might come about when they tried to share each other.
Ford might have acquiesced in the playroom the other week, but he would not be doing that every damn time.
No way. If Dylan refused to switch, then it might be a dealbreaker.
And he refused to lose Erin. That meant Dylan would lose her.
So, it would be in the man’s best interest to be open to switching. Otherwise, Dylan would have to find others to play with. It would not be Erin and him.
If Ford bailed on this threesome, so would she. She already assured him her loyalties lay with him. Dylan and Erin might have a past, but Ford and Erin were “current.” They’d been seeing each other for a hell of a lot longer than Dylan and her had dated.
Truthfully, Dylan seemed like a reasonable man. It was one reason Ford agreed to get hired on full-time. While planning this evening, they had discussed the basics and neither balked at each other’s suggestions or desires.
Both had no problem deciding they would skip doing anal with Erin this evening. They didn’t want to overwhelm her with her first threesome.
He had done it a few times in the past with her, but he found it took a lot of prep to make it comfortable enough for her to enjoy it, anyway.
Their ultimate goal was for her to enjoy everything they did to her tonight.