Chapter 8
Chapter Eight
A fter stuffing themselves on a hearty breakfast, Kylie stood up and stretched. “I need a shower. Desperately.”
“A shower sounds good,” Heath replied, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
“Oh yeah, I’m in,” Colt added, taking the dirty plates to the kitchen sink.
“You just had a shower.” She was trying to determine how all three of them would fit in her tiny shower stall.
“Well now, darlin’. There’s a difference between a cleaning shower and a recreational shower.”
“I was planning on taking a cleaning shower.”
“And I’m going to take a recreational one while helping you get clean, so it works out perfectly.”
“We won’t all fit in my shower.”
“That’s why we’re using mine.” Heath grasped her hand tightly in his and started pulling her toward his room.
About two years ago, it had dawned on them they were wasting their money on rent while waiting for their lives to become more settled. None of them were in a long-term relationship and they realized it was foolish to continue flushing their hard-earned money down the drain while waiting for some life-altering change to come along.
After a long discussion, they decided to invest in property and buy a house. The verbal agreement was that when one of them wanted out, the other two could buy out that person’s share or they’d simply sell and split the profit.
The second they’d seen this house, they knew it was tailor-made for them. It was in a safe suburb with a reasonable commute time for all of them. It was a nice-sized ranch-style home and the layout allowed Heath to tinker with the floor plan, increasing the room sizes and adding a bathroom to his and Colt’s rooms.
Kylie had settled for the master bedroom because it met her needs perfectly as is. Her bathroom, though small, had all the essentials and although Heath offered time and time again to expand it, Kylie refused the offer. A bigger bathroom meant more to clean.
Heath, an architectural genius as far as Kylie was concerned, had created a bathroom oasis in his own room. A large stained glass window filled nearly one whole wall above the Jacuzzi tub, allowing in copious amounts of light while assuring privacy. In addition to the tub, he’d installed a double-headed shower stall that was nearly as big as the bathroom itself.
Colt and Kylie teased him mercilessly for his extravagance, but Heath insisted he was an adult who worked hard for his money and if he wanted a big bathroom, then by God, he was going to have it.
She had to admit hindsight was 20/20 and no doubt, she and Colt would be eating crow by the end of this water party.
Colt must have felt her pain. “I don’t suppose you’re going to let us take this shower without adding an ‘I told you so’ to the end.”
“Oh, hell no. You two had a lot of fun at my expense when I built that bathroom. I’m not sure I’ll be able to wait ’til the end to rub it in.” Heath stroked his hands together in expectation of having the last word.
“Well, I certainly hope you don’t wait to rub it in. I may not be able to last that long.” She ran her hands over her breasts, massaging them deeply to make sure Heath caught the proper meaning of her words.
Heath groaned at the image, but Colt merely laughed before bending down and throwing a squealing Kylie over his shoulder. “Bathroom, now.”
No sooner had they reached the room than Colt had her T-shirt over her head and discarded on the floor. He and Heath quickly stripped out of their sweats, standing before her in all their naked glory.
“Mmm. As I recall, you agreed to do anything and everything I asked, isn’t that right?”
Colt narrowed his eyes at her question, obviously seeing the flaw in their earlier promise. “Anything with you. I’m not touching Heath.”
She laughed at his comment. “Why on earth would I want your hands on Heath when they could be touching me? Although, now that I think about it, the idea of the two of you?—”
“Forget it,” Heath barked as he turned on the water.
“What did you have in mind, darlin’?”
“I want to give both of you a blow job…at the same time.”
Colt seemed to consider her request, realizing the close proximity he and Heath would have to maintain for that to happen. “That seems do-able. What do you think, Heath?”
“Hell yeah. Come here, Sunshine. Let’s get that toy out of you first.”
She gasped at the feeling of Heath sliding the butt plug out of her oh-so-slowly and shuddered at the sudden emptiness.
Fortunately, she didn’t have long to miss it. Colt followed her into the shower and, using some shower gel from the shelf, reached around her to work the lather into her breasts.
Over and over, he rubbed the bubbles around her hard nipples, coating them with the masculine-smelling soap. It was Heath’s scent that tantalized her, Birchwood and lemon balm.
Heath directed one of the showerheads at her and his hands joined Colt’s in rinsing the soap off her. As the suds trailed down her belly, Heath gathered some up and rubbed them into her pussy. He scrubbed the hair covering her mons.
“I’d love to shave this hair off you,” he murmured against her lips as he kissed her.
“God, yes.” Colt seemed to share Heath’s desire. “Think about it, darlin’, nothing between you and our lips.”
“Our fingers,” Heath added.
“Our cocks.” Colt dragged his hands down from her breasts and lightly rubbed her belly.
“Do it,” she whispered, entranced by their words, hands and lips, which seemed to be setting her on fire everywhere.
The water suddenly seemed too hot for her scalded skin and she started to ask Heath to cool it off. Before she could make the request, Colt’s arms enveloped her whole upper body, arms and all in a tight embrace. She felt something sharp at her pussy and looked down, shocked to see Heath on his knees before her with a razor in his hands.
“Hold still.” Colt issued the warning in her ear and the two of them watched in silence as Heath carefully shaved her.
“That looks hot, darlin’.” Colt released her when Heath finished and rose and both men dragged their fingers over the too-sensitive flesh.
“Oh my God,” she cried, pleasure crashing through her. “That feels so good.”
Colt chuckled and turned her head to face him, kissing her hard and long. She was amazed by the sheer power in the kiss.
Both Heath and Colt were masters and she wondered how she would ever be able to settle for the lukewarm kisses of other men after the scorching possession with which these two men had marked her with their lips.
She forced Colt to release her, remembering her earlier request. Both of them had offered her so much this weekend and she was anxious to give something back.
She slowly drifted down their bodies, pulling her hands along their chests until she reached her knees. Heath, sensing her direction, changed the flow of water from the showerheads so that it hit both men on their lower hips.
She smiled at his ingenuity. It kept the water out of her face, but managed to provide plenty of moisture for her to use her hand on one man while sucking on the other.
“Kylie.” Colt’s voice rumbled over her and his hands were rough in her hair. She reveled in the feeling. He was always so in control that it humbled her to know she could do this to him. Leave him so hot and needy he forgot everything except what she was doing to him.
Her tongue darted around the hard head of his penis and she savored the pre-come coating him there. Turning slightly she repeated the action on Heath and wondered at the difference. She never realized a man’s come had its own distinctive taste until that moment. Colt’s was salty, like seawater, while Heath’s had an almost nutty flavor.
Gripping each man’s cock in her fists, she gave in to the desire to consume them. While she deep-throated Colt, she worked her hand hard against Heath’s turgid flesh.
Then she switched.
Over and over, she worked her tongue, teeth and hands over their erections, acutely aware when the tenor of their play progressed to the final stage. Heath’s grip on her shoulder became almost painful as his climax approached. Colt’s hands engulfed her scalp, forcing her further down on him.
“I’m there, Sunshine,” Heath cried when she took him to the back of her throat. He pushed her away from him. “I want to come on you.”
Colt groaned at his words and placed his large fist over hers, pumping it hard and fast against his thick flesh before releasing her. “Together. Lean back, darlin’, and hold up those gorgeous tits. Let us paint them.”
She quickly moved into the position he requested, swamped by the passion raging within her. The idea of being marked in such a way was potent.
Pushing her breasts up with one hand, she reached down to fondle herself. She was only a second away from coming herself.
As she played with her clit, she looked up at Heath and Colt, watching her as they pumped at their own erections. None of them was going to make it much longer. No sooner had the thought passed her mind then she cried out, her orgasm drenching her hand.
Colt and Heath reacted to the sound as if they’d been scorched by a flame and they emptied themselves on her chest at the same time with harsh cries.
Reaching up, she ran her hands through their come.
With a saucy grin, she looked at Heath. “What was that you said earlier about rubbing it in?”