29. Twenty-Nine
I can hear Ray talking to Tucker outside, just a couple of whispered sentences, and I can only make out a single word before they head away from Silas’ room: Shower.
I do my best to lay still in the bed, but I can’t get my mind to turn off. My curiosity is piqued, and the peck Ray gave me left me wanting so much more.
What are they going to do? Why the showers?
My heart pounds in my chest, and my nerves are buzzing with hope for another release, but I really don’t want to bother Silas. Not after seeing how irritated he was about the frantic way we were woken up just a few minutes ago.
Silas showed me where the showers were earlier, so it shouldn’t be too much trouble to find the room again, and I could use a good shower after the last 24 hours.
I stare at the ceiling, warring with myself, until finally relenting, deciding to slip out of bed to track them down.
I lay a gentle kiss on Silas’ temple, and whisper a quick ‘goodnight,’ before scooting away as quietly as I can, doing my best not to disturb him.
I’m almost immediately lost in the labyrinthine hallways and it takes me a few minutes to right myself. When I come up to the communal bathrooms, I sigh loudly, beyond grateful it didn’t take me until morning to find my way. Between the two large doors, I know exactly where to go. Silas let me know the women’s room has been essentially out of commission for decades, so I don’t even bother to search there.
When I take my first tentative step into the men’s room, I’m greeted by a cloud of steam drifting through the air. For a moment I’m distracted by how nice the heavy warmth feels on my skin, soaking in the comfort and listening to the quiet hiss of the showerheads pumping.
My attention is snagged by a low groan coming from one of the large shower bays.
The sound shoots through me, sending an immediate flood of heat to my core. All of my focus is centered on that noise, but all at once I realize I might be intruding on something I might not be welcome to witness.
I make the decision to leave, I really do, but my legs refuse to obey my wishes. I’m stuck here in the room. Just outside the shower stalls. Listening to moans and the sounds of slick skin against skin echoing in the space.
Against my better judgment, I inch closer, trying to get a glimpse of what is drawing those sounds out of both of them. My list of sexual experiences is laughably short, stretching back only a few days now, and before then I’d never considered the idea of two men together.
I never thought about how just the evidence of something happening between them would flood me with such sharp and distinct arousal.
When Ray mentioned he’s worn Tucker’s marks too, it opened a whole new world of possibilities. I would be lying if I said my mind hasn’t been running rampant trying to imagine all the ways that this could happen. And here I am, about to witness the acts myself, my thoughts going fuzzy with curious anticipation.
The familiar ache is building between my legs, the slickness gathering on my skin, unimpeded since I left my underwear on Silas’ floor.
Another step forward and I can see into the wide stall, its three walls are thick with clean scented steam. Ray is standing there, with his back against the metal, his face screwed up in undeniable pleasure. Rivulets of water drip from his dark hair onto his face, and trace a line down his throat. The water and steam are working in tandem to give his tattooed skin the most inviting sheen I’ve ever seen in my life.
I grab the hem of Silas’ shirt, balling the cotton in my fists, overcome with the sudden need to give my hands something to do.
My eyes follow a trail of water. Down Ray’s chest, across his abs, and down to his bared cock. Well, bared slightly, only parts of it visible around Tucker’s fist and lips.
I watch greedily as his hand and mouth work together to bring Ray to the edge of bliss, refusing to miss a single movement. Tucker’s tongue swirls around Ray’s swollen head with the same skill he’s used on me. My brain is working overtime to catalog every aspect of this moment, every detail savored and filed away for years of fantasies to come.
When I look back up, I find Ray’s eyes hungrily focused on mine, and my stomach drops.
Is he going to kick me out? Will they let me stay and watch?
My cheeks are blazing when his eyes shutter closed again with another wave of pleasure. The rumbling groan slipping from his lips is enough to break the last bit of hesitation I have been clinging to.
My body moves before I have the chance to command it, pulling the massive shirt up and over my head, and dropping it into a puddle on the tiled floor below me.
It doesn’t make a sound, but Tucker stops his gentle worship of Ray’s cock, turning his attention towards me, his face guided by Ray’s hand on his cheek. Tuck’s face turns ravenous the second he realizes I’m here with them.
“Wanna play, Princess?”
I’m naked, bared completely to them, not a shred of embarrassment unlike the last time. There’s no room for shame here, not with everything in my body raging for release. Raging for them to touch me, to use me to bring themselves to their own peaks.
Tucker rises to his feet and wraps an arm around my waist to pull me into the warm spray. The heat of it shocks my system, but I can’t focus on it for long before his mouth is on mine, his tongue demanding entry. I sink into the kiss fully, eager to join in on the action. To play with them. To experience everything they have to offer.
Tucker pulls me closer, his cock pressing into my stomach, and the muscles in my core flutter. Ray groans, brushing my hair aside and bringing his lips to my throat, kissing and sucking at the fading marks with an intensity that has me moaning into Tuck’s mouth.
Hands are everywhere. I can’t tell where they’re coming from. My ass, my tits, my sex, there’s hardly an inch of me that isn’t being teased and touched. My own hands trail down Tucker’s chest, his stomach, the hard lines of his hips. I reach for his cock, immediately wrapping my fingers around it and giving an exploratory stroke. He releases a breathy sigh against my lips and drops his forehead against mine in response.
Tucker pulls away slightly, his hand resting on my shoulder, his thumb pressing firmly against my pulse. He shifts just enough so he can watch the way my hand moves on him, the way my fingers wrap around his size. He’s focused on my movements, so I take the opportunity for what it is, turning my head enough to take Ray’s mouth with my own. His kiss is hard, demanding attention, nearly stopping my hand on Tucker as he pushes himself against me from behind.
When I release Tucker, he turns me to face Ray, and a firm slap lands on my ass. The sound reverberates through the room, and my moan matches its intensity, dragging on when Ray dips his hand between my legs.
His fingers push me closer and closer to orgasm with each stroke, my nails digging into the muscle of his shoulders as he teases me higher and higher.
“You like this, don’t you? Caught between the two of us.” Tucker’s words are rough against my neck, at odds with the tender grip he’s got on my nipple, squeezing gently and causing me to clench around Ray’s fingers. His teeth clamp down on my shoulder at the same time Ray grinds the heel of his hand into my clit, and suddenly I’m coming so hard my legs threaten to give out below me. I would be on the floor if not for the two strong bodies on either side of me, working together to keep me upright.
Their attention on me doesn’t stop, but I’m edging on overstimulation, every nerve in my body feeling as though it’s on fire under their touch. I want to give them even a little bit of the pleasure they’ve both given me, but I’m not sure where to begin.
I pull Ray’s hand away from my center, but I continue the kiss, letting my tongue sweep lightly into his mouth and inviting his tongue to do the same. I bend slightly, grinding my ass into Tucker’s length.
“Tell me what to do. Tell me how to make you come.” My words come out in broken fragments, interrupted by the diligent attention of Ray’s mouth.
My hand wraps around him now, noting the difference in size between the two of them. Tucker has more length, but Ray… he’s got width, he might be even bigger than Silas. My fingers work to wrap around his shaft, the tips just barely touching around his girth.
“Tuck?” Ray’s voice is rough, demanding the focus be brought back to him.
“Hmm?” He’s not paying attention, still lost in kissing my neck, leaving more of his marks behind.
“Wanna teach her something?”
“You wanna learn, Mads?” His lips brush against the shell of my ear, and his breath sends shivers down my spine.
“Please,” I gasp, it’s all I can manage around the desire I’m suffocating in.
“Good girl.” Tucker’s hand wraps underneath my jaw and turns my head towards him, landing another bruising kiss on my mouth. “Get on your knees,” he whispers, breaking the kiss. His command leaves no room for confusion. I maintain eye contact as I sink down slowly, careful not to slip on the slick tile.
Ray’s hand rests on the side of my head, his thumb brushing against my cheek, the gentle weight of it calming any nerves that were starting to build.
I want this.
I want to be able to draw the same noises out of him as Tucker was able to, but coming face to face with it, it’s daunting, and I worry my inexperience will make them rethink allowing me to join.
Tucker dips into a crouch next to me, tracing his fingers from the new marks on my neck down to the small of my back. With his other hand, he moves mine towards Ray, guiding my fingers to wrap around his cock and squeezing gently.
“Watch how he reacts, Mads.”
I am. It’s hard not to.
Ray’s attention is riveted to the two of us. To me learning for the first time how to please him, all with the help of the beautiful man kneeling beside me.
“Good. You’re doing so good, Mads,” he coos against the skin of my shoulder, still moving both of our hands up and down Ray’s length. The gentle weight has left my back, and I notice his other hand is mimicking the movements on himself.
A rush of power surges through me, these men are at my mercy here, just as I am at theirs.
“See that?” He doesn’t need to point it out, I can see the clear bead of liquid he’s referring to gathered at the tip of Ray’s cock. “Go ahead and taste it.”
I lean forward, looking into Ray’s eyes as I bring my lips to him. His pupils have practically swallowed up all the color in his eyes when I touch my tongue to that bead, the taste of it salty with a slight tang to it that I can’t compare to anything else.
All I can think about is the way they’re both watching me right now. It’s as if every move I make is the sexiest thing they can imagine. The thought makes my heart race, making me want to put on a better show.
Before being instructed to, I pull the head into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it in the same way I saw Tucker doing. I get a big, throaty groan out of Ray, and I hum in response.
Finally.
“Perfect, Honey, keep going like that.”
Tucker takes his hand off mine, letting me find a pace that works. He’s gently resting his hand on the back of my head, guiding it further onto Ray, encouraging me to take more of him into my mouth. I do so eagerly, taking as much of him as I can, careful to sheath my teeth behind my lips.
I get into a good rhythm, taking my time, feeling his responses, loving every second of it. Having the power to make these guys feel the way they do right now is unlike anything else. I never want to lose this feeling.
The water falling onto my back is broken, and a wave of cool air hits my skin before the heat returns. I don’t break my pace to see what’s happening, but Ray is looking behind me now, a devious grin beginning to form on his face, the look giving me a flurry of nervous excitement.
Tucker’s hand leaves the back of my head, and Ray takes over, pressing with a little more force, pushing himself deeper into my mouth. The muscles at my center clench around nothing at the sensation, savoring the way he’s taking control.
A second later Tucker adjusts my hips, pulling me higher and tilting me forward, baring me to him.
“Ray, help her out and come down here.” Tucker’s hands are roaming around my backside, exploring the ways I react with each touch. He cups my pussy and chuckles when I rear back, desperate for more.
Ray sinks down to his knees, making it easier for me to get on all fours and hold the position Tucker put me in.
“Let us know if this gets to be too much.” Tucker slides two fingers through my slit, finding my slickness and pressing in. He pulls my hair with his other hand, making me release Ray’s cock with a satisfying pop.
I’m upright, my knees dig into the hard tile, and the strong planes of Tucker’s chest press against my back. He licks a droplet of water, catching it as it trails a line down my cheek and spins me around. When he catches my mouth with his, my lips buzz, readjusting to the sensation of kissing rather than sucking.
Ray pulls my hips towards him, forcing me back onto all fours and placing me inches away from Tucker’s dick. Instinctively I reach forward, ready to take it in my hand, take it in my mouth and give him the worship I had given Ray, but Tucker stops me, his hand still fisted in my hair and arching me back.
“Tap my thigh if you can’t take it.”
Everything in those words is kind, loving even, but something inside of me registers this as a challenge, so I fix him with a fiery look. Suddenly, I can’t remember anything I’ve been more determined to handle.
He lowers me back down and in one synchronized motion they both push forward, filling me entirely. I gasp around Tucker’s soft skin, reveling in the stretch coming from Ray. It melts quickly into a moan when they move together, each taking their pleasure from me in slow, even strokes.
I start to push back against Ray, savoring every inch of what he’s giving me, but craving more. His grip tightens on my hips, each fingertip digging into my skin with bruising force, and he breaks the careful pattern he’s carved out, finally thrusting into me without restraint.
The whining and muffled moans coming out of my mouth bring the same reaction from Tucker. He pushes in deeper, demanding more of my mouth, my throat. I gag and sputter around the length of him, but I don’t let him retreat, his challenge still fresh in my mind. I fist his cock and start to move my hand, complimenting his thrusts with my own. The little bit of distance frees me to swirl my tongue around him more, wringing a strangled curse out of him. I savor every inch of the velvet skin in my mouth, loving the weight of him on my tongue.
Ray’s hands tilt my hips forward, just enough to hit a better angle, hit that spot deep within me that takes my breath away. His knees nudge mine together, and I comply, folding myself together for him, still meeting him for every push into me. Positioned like this, I feel so much more full, as if he’s somehow doubled in size.
Another smack lands on my ass, and I feel myself tighten, inching closer and closer to another orgasm. I draw Tucker further into my mouth, taking as much of him as I can handle with his next thrust, and his resounding groan sends me over the edge. I’m launched, screaming into that other place, skewered between the two of them.
Tucker is the next domino to fall. I feel him tighten and start to retreat, but I hold fast onto him, still riding out the shockwaves of my own pleasure. When he comes I pull him deeper into my mouth. That same salty sweet taste floods over my taste buds and I take every last drop of it, swallowing greedily.
His groans are music to my ears, each strained note pulled out of him makes me want more. More. More. I don’t stop sucking and lavishing his cock with my tongue until he pulls away, panting and spent, a satisfied grin spreading across his face.
He sits back against the metal divider, his legs spread, and watches the show Ray and I are still putting on. His attention bounces between the two of us, both wrapped up in the sensations we’re barreling through, as if he doesn’t know where to focus his heated gaze.
Finally, Tucker’s eyes lock onto Ray’s, burning bright with lingering desire.
“You gonna make a mess of our girl?”
Ray’s thrusts hitch. Clearly he likes hearing those filthy words coming out of Tucker’s mouth.
“Fill up that pretty pussy for me.”
I’m panting, my body twisting tighter at his words. The possessiveness. The command. The absolute filth of it all. My eyes screw shut, blocking out all visuals so I can experience everything more deeply, picking out every millimeter of friction inside of me.
“Eyes on me, Mads.”
Without hesitation I open my eyes and force them to Tucker. His face is melded into the most assured expression I’ve ever seen on him. The intensity of that look alone threatens to send me back over the edge. This is his element. This is where he’s free, commanding the use of my body. It’s the sexiest I’ve ever felt, right here. Under his gaze. Being fucked by his best friend.
“Tell him what you want, Madeline.” His green eyes bore into mine. “Tell him where you want it.”
I don’t have the words. I can’t form any around the sensation of the rough pounding behind me.
“He doesn’t come until you tell him to.” Those eyes spark with a sense of total power, flicking upward and making sure the command registers with Ray.
I cry out at a particularly brutal thrust. He’s close. I can feel it, and I need to be the one to tell him to come.
“Fuck,” Ray bites out, clearly lost in his own pleasure, nearly ready to fall short on Tucker’s demand, his thrusts barely keeping a rhythm. “Princess?” he begs.
“Come for me, Ray. Come inside me.” I’m close too, barely hanging on, and the roughness of my own voice is pushing me to that point of no return.
Ray’s thrusts stutter again, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he bends forward, reaching his arm around me, and presses his fingers to my clit, expertly rubbing it in a matched tempo to his frantic movements behind me. Stars burst across my vision as I rear back against his thrusts, sending me into that violent bliss where I’m only vaguely aware of the heat flooding into me.
A hand gripping my chin lets me know that I let my eyes fall closed. My lashes flutter as I force my eyes open, and I’m met with a fiery green-eyed gaze. He looks so proud, so happy before he pulls me into a sweeping kiss.
“Good girl,” he whispers between kisses and nips at my lower lip. Tucker holds me more securely against him when Ray pulls out of me.
When I settle back into my body, I sink fully into his embrace, finally being hit with the exhaustion I’ve been staving off. I can hear his heart pounding in his chest, his breath dragging in and out of him, as he cradles me close and tangles his fingers in my hair.
“Come on, Mads. Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed.”
“Whose bed?” I croak out.
“Whose do you want, Princess?” I don’t need to look to know there’s a smirk on his face, the tone coming through clearly enough to cause my heart to give a familiar flutter.
“Do I have to choose?” I mutter as I’m lifted to my feet and positioned back under the spray of the showerhead. I don’t want to. I want both of them.
If I’m being honest, I want all of them. Even Dane, but that’s never going to happen.
“I could always throw you over my shoulder and take you for myself,” Ray chuckles as he directs the flow of water over me, rinsing away his release and gently running his hands over my skin.
“I want both.”
Ray kisses my cheek, and I smile at him, glad my suggestion wasn’t rejected immediately. I’m not sure why I was concerned though, they were just both inside of me moments ago.
“We can arrange that.”
“Excellent choice.” Tucker comes around my side and plants a kiss on my cheek before stepping out of the stall.
The water cuts off and I shudder from the sudden loss of heat, so Ray wraps his arms around me. I bring my mouth to his, kissing him lazily, without any of our earlier fevered intensity.
A towel is wrapped around me from behind, drawing my attention towards Tucker and the wild set of his curly hair. His own towel is slung low on his hips, and he’s holding the dripping shirt I abandoned.
Ray grabs a towel from Tucker too, wrapping it around his waist and twisting the top to secure it before bending and picking me up. An image flashes in my mind, just a trace of a memory from before Omni. It’s a picture book of a knight carrying a princess just like this. My heart warms. These men are my knights, and I guess Ray was right, I am the princess.
“You’ve been in his bed this whole time, it’s my turn.”
The gentle rocking of Ray’s steps start to lull me to sleep, and I’m barely holding onto consciousness by the time he walks into his room.
I’m only vaguely aware of movement before I’m set briefly on my feet and covered in a T-shirt. It smells faintly of Ray, earthy with a vanilla undertone to it, and it drapes so nicely around me. I get moved again, laid onto the most comfortable bed in the world. The mattress shifts beneath me, and I don’t hesitate to snuggle into whichever warm body is to my front.
Heat presses into me from behind, and again I’m sandwiched between these two men. Right here, I feel the most at peace I’ve ever been, but somewhere in the back of my mind I feel like I’m missing something. Like, now that I’m with them, I’m missing Silas’ presence.
Their whispered goodnight wishes drift lazily into my mind through the thick fog of exhaustion surrounding me. My mumbled response comes out incoherently, but I don’t have the chance to correct it. I sink into sleep before I can even think to do so.