Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
The bathroom was huge, all soft gray tile and black countertops with gold finishes.
Tobias is already in the shower that can easily fit another three people and is fitted with multiple shower heads from various angles.
Tobias peeked at me through his mop of wet hair and grabbed my wrist, pulling me under the stream of water.
I chuckle when I smack into his chest, nearly slipping on the soap suds on the floor.
Tobias holds me upright, steadying me. Theo steps in behind me and reaches for the loofah and shower gel that is sitting on the shower niche behind Tobias.
I slip out from between the two, moving to the second shower head and let the cooler water wet my hair before shampooing it, trying to untangle the knots that have formed.
I stand under the water scrubbing and working on my mess when a pair of icy hands covered my breast, gently smoothing soap over them.
I didn't even have to open my eyes to know Theo has joined me. ``I'm almost done," I scold.
"Not yet," Tobias growls behind me. His nude body presses against my back and his hands dipped to my hips, playing with their curves with his thumbs. He pulls me back flush against him under the water and rinse the soap from my hair, giving it a gentle scrub as he inhales my scent.
A different kind of growl comes from in front of me.
A growl and a deep sniff. I shift so the water hits my shoulder so I can take a peek.
Theo's eyes have turned a fierce green like the bottom of a lake..
His fangs are protruding and his eyes are glued to my body.
"You said you wouldn't," I whisper. I’m not ready yet for the type of bite that will come from him, but I was once more prey to the man before me.
“I won’t, your scent is just stronger from the steam.
You don’t need to worry,” he reassures, reaching for me.
I step closer, willing to trust him. Theo's gentle nature is absent as he steps forward, grabbing me from Tobias, cupping my hips and forcing me to grab his shoulders for fear of falling.
I wrap my legs around his waist. Theo's lips crash into mine, making me moan out before Tobias is at my back, pressing into me.
Hot and cold, my new favorite sensation.
Tobias kisses my shoulder. I reach back, burying my hands in his wet hair and pulling it, whimpering in need as he gently bites on my mark.
He groans at the taste of me. He licks and nips until I’m ready to throw both of them on the floor and ride then until I collapse. His hands run over my ass, and down my thighs that are still securely attached around Theo.
Theo's erection presses against me. I wriggled down, trying to capture his tip and get some real fun going on.
But Theo catches onto my game. He loosens his grip, sliding down slightly.
Enough for his cock to part my lips and for it to just brush my starving pussy, but the asshole refused to give me satisfaction.
Instead, he continues his slow tease, his eyes watching my every tormented reaction
“You want this?” he asked, thrusting upward hard but still merely toying with me. Tobias's heat distracts me. His warm body heats my back and I lean against him, letting my head roll onto his shoulder. I snake an arm around his neck, leaning back, giving him better access to my body.
Tobias doesn't waste any time. His fingers find my nipples and he twists and pinches them. Rolling them to that oh-so-sweet moment before pain. I stop trying to get Theo to fuck me as I lose myself in Tobias's touch. My pussy drip all over Theo's cock, my arousal so strong I become a leaky faucet.
"Don't forget about me," Theo scolds. Theo pulls me back toward him, lips at my neck before he thrust all the way inside me with one push.
I gasp at the intrusion. I want him, but I haven't expected him to fill me to that extent.
My walls clamped around him, my body stretching to accommodate his girth.
He holds still for a few precious seconds, a soft hand rubbing up and down my ribs, making me giggle.
Tobias doesn't give me time to adjust. He sucks hard on my mark, tonguing the spots that brings the most pleasure. I become putty in his grip. Theo smirks down at us, dark gaze glittering as he slams into my body harder and harder.
I moaned, abandoning my grip on Tobias to hang onto Theo with both arms. Theo doesn't so much as pause. Instead, he moves faster, his cock slamming into me. My legs tighten around his hips, an endless whimper of a moan leaving my lips.
My stomach tightens. The orgasm built fast from the attention of these two.
Between Theo's cold dick thrusting away at me, and Tobias's masterful nipple play and using my mark against me, I’m not going to be able to hang on for long.
Theo nips at my chin and my jawline before kissing me hard, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth.
His teeth grazed it, my own sweet blood trickling from my wound but I don't care about anything but chasing my satisfaction.
He groans against my lips, thrusting so hard I think my bones will crack.
Tobias's hand slides between my ass cheeks, pressing on the tight muscles again.
Instead of being scared this time, I welcome the pressure, gyrating my hips against the probing finger and riding Theo with as much leverage as I can.
Theo's eyes remind me of hard emeralds. The fog doesn't cloud me this time, but his mocking smile makes me bite my lip.
"Do you like what Tobias is doing to you, Imogen?
Are you imagining the two of us fucking you so hard you can't stand straight?
" He chuckles and I moan at the mental imagery.
Tobias pushes his finger all the way inside me, it was thinner than his thumb, but also a lot longer and I quiver at the discomfort.
I don't have time to think about it. Theo isn't done with me either.
He thrusts into me, our bodies still slamming into each other.
Tobias's lips never leave my mark, taunting me, encouraging me to hit my peak.
He pumps his fingers in and out of me with Theo's rhythm.
"That's right," he whispers into my ear.
"You're not ready for it yet, but soon, we'll both pin you just like this, filling you with all of us and taking you to new heights. "
I can't take it anymore. I cried out, walls clutching onto Theo's cock, squeezing him so tightly I shake.
He shoves his dick in me harder, making me ride it throughout the orgasm.
"Imogen," Theo rumbles, grabbing onto me, his cock twitching inside as he comes hard.
His thrusts slow and Tobias removes his fingers.
I slump over onto Tobias's chest. I pray they won't want to force me another round. I can barely stay clenched onto Theo. I want to collapse into a boneless puddle. Tobias positions me so my arms are around Theo before he leaves my side. I’m too weak to peer up to see where he went.
Theo's cold dick slips out of me, dripping juices onto the ground.
"Here." Tobias had a soft cloth and cleaned me again. He helps me unlatch myself from Theo and I get to my own shaky feet. The rest of the shower is far faster, with them doing all the cleaning since I’m doing the best I can to stand upright.
I grab a broad green towel and hobble back to the room. I don't have anything to wear. They tore all my clothes off me. I plop stomach first onto the bed.
"Here." I weakly peer up and Theo comes to my side, an oversized shirt in his hand. He helps pull it over my head and button the fancy buttons for me. "That help?"
"Thanks," I mumble. It doesn't help with the panty situation, but it is nice to have some semblance of clothes on.
Tobias comes out of the bathroom, drying his hair with a towel and eyes narrow on me in Theo's oversized shirt. "No sleeping for you yet."
What? How had he caught my tiredness? "Another round?" I whisper with a gulp. True, Tobias hasn't hit satisfaction yet. It would be natural for him to want to be able to finish like Theo and I managed to do. I knew that, but the idea of writhing on a bed again makes me yawn hard.
Tobias wraps an arm around my shoulders, guiding me off the bed and in step with him.
The man doesn't even bother getting dressed.
But I soon found myself admiring more than just Tobias's cock.
The house is more like a castle than a mere home.
It has thick stone walls, and exposed wooden beams giving it a rustic lived-in feel.
We glide down the spiraling staircase. The floor below us has slate floors, and I wriggle my toes against the cold surface, though it isn't as cold as Theo.
Theo joins us by the time we get to the end of the stairs, wrapping his arm around my other shoulder.
They steer me into the living room with an even bigger fireplace than in that weird doll room we just left.
Bookshelves line the walls from floor to ceiling, on either side of the fireplace.
A giant fluffy gray rug and cushions are set up in front of the fireplace for a romantic little cuddle spot.
I have to wonder if it is just for them, or have they constructed this with me in mind?
It is a bit large for just two people. The fireplace crackles and casts long shadows throughout the room.
I wander past the couches, reaching out to touch them.
They are covered with a soft brown fabric.
I bet they are a bitch to clean. Do these guys have maid service?
I bite back a snicker. If they think they are getting any of that out of me, it doesn't matter how great at making me come they are, I’m not about to serve them on my hands and knees.
Not in that sense anyway; I had a feeling it might happen the other way.