Klaus turns on the water, allowing several shower heads to spew water at once. While he adjusts the temperature, Derrick threads his hands into my hair and pulls me in for a passionate kiss. My nipples brush against his smooth chest, and I sink into his hold. I’m lost in the kiss when I’m pulled from his arms. Klaus picks me up to bring us into the shower and deposits me under the flowing water.
The liquid is like the softest raindrops flowing down on me, and with the cluster of showerheads above us, there’s room for my mates to join me underneath. Klaus runs his hands through my hair, making sure it all gets wet before pouring some shampoo in his hand. I rest my palms on his chest and close my eyes, enjoying the relaxing calm of his scalp massage.
Derrick’s smooth hands rub along my skin, a glorious strawberry smell permeating in the air from the soap he spreads around. As he pays special attention to my breasts, I sigh and press my ass into his growing package. These men are a test to my libido. Here I thought I was satiated after we finished in the office and our shower was going to be of the innocent variety. Even queens can be wrong from time to time.
His fingers work through my hair to rinse the shampoo, then adds some conditioner. I love the intimacy a shower can bring, along with the relaxation. I get so much out of this time even though it’s not necessary. Let’s face it, the best thoughts always come in the shower, whether you have magical abilities or not.
I reach for the bottle of soap to use on Klaus, wanting to get in on the slippery fun of touching naughty places. I’m not disappointed when I find it’s the same strawberry soap Derrick’s using. A thrill runs through me at being able to mark him with the same scent I’m wearing. While I run my hands over him, it quickly becomes apparent that Derrick is mirroring my movements. My touch glides over Klaus’ chest, moving to his arms, then back to his chest again so I can reach around to his back.
The whole time, Derrick copies my hand placements. Klaus closes his eyes and rests his hands on my hips, enjoying being the center of my attention. He lets out a small sigh as I massage his shoulders, and I’m the one to sigh while working on his neck. I stay on his neck until Derrick’s touch chases away the tension I earned while tilting my head over the side of the desk.
Knowing where my hands are traveling to next makes me smirk. I leave a trail of suds on his chest as I steadily slide my hands down to his cock. I pay special attention to his balls before gripping his half-mast dick. Derrick smiles against my neck as he presses against my body and his hands dip to my folds. My thumb rubs circles over his head, and Derrick uses his thumb to do the same to my clit. I’m not sure if Klaus catches on to Derrick’s copying movements, but as he gets fully hard, his eyes pop open, and he spins me around.
Klaus grabs the bottle of soap and then my hand, squirting some as I hold it out, then he places a dollop in his hand too. “Derrick’s turn, Sunshine,” he growls in my ear, telling me he knew full well what’s been going on. My hands repeat the same movements I just performed as Klaus takes his turn to copy my movements. The one difference now, is that with Klaus’ soaped up cock, he slides deliciously between my cheeks and slowly thrusts his hips so his head rubs against my bud. When I moan, Klaus says, “Gotta make sure we get every bit of our dirty girl cleaned up.” I bite my lip at his explanation, loving every word of it.
As I speed up my washing of Derrick, he laughs, knowing I just want to make Klaus run his fingers through my pussy again. His hands land on top of mine and he guides my movements into being way slower than I washed Klaus. My anticipation heightens as each moment passes, my hands approaching his bobbing cock. Just as I’m about to reach it, Derrick snaps my hands up, holding them over my head, and presses our fronts together. Klaus’ touch moves to my hips, holding them still.
I’m still so soapy, our skin glides against each other like a slip-n-slide. Derrick’s cock brushes against my clit, and my nipples skim his chest. He wraps my hands around Klaus’ neck behind me, and dips his head to capture my lips. The kiss is slow and deep, stealing my breath. When my lungs scream for air, and I think I can’t go one more second without filling them, my men step back. My body instantly shivers with the loss of their warmth, even though the water has plenty of heat to it.
A second later, their hands are gliding all over my body, helping to rinse the soap residue from my skin, then they do the same to themselves. Derrick leans his back against the wall and gently takes hold of my hands, bringing them up to lay on his shoulders. Klaus pushes my body flush to Derrick by pressing his against my back. Any moment I get to be the cream filling to their cookie sandwich is one I revel in.
Klaus swipes a finger along my neck, moving all of my wet strands to the other side of my neck. A new shiver runs through me, and this time it has nothing to do with the temperature. Derrick lifts my chin and runs his thumb over my swollen lips. “You want more, don’t you?” I open my mouth and suck on his thumb. “I’ll take that as a yes,” Derrick huskily says.
“Mmm, such a greedy girl,” Klaus teases as he peppers some kisses along my neck. His cock slides between my legs and brushes against my opening. I tilt my hips, offering myself up for easier access. “You sure you want this hard cock plowing into you?” he taunts me as he slides along my slit.
“Yes! Fuck, please.” I’m quick to beg. The sooner I give in, the less I have to suffer through them dangling what I want right at my entrance. I’m not a masochist after all.
Klaus doesn’t really want to play keep away right now either as proven by his sudden thrust, plunging all the way to his base. I suck in a deep breath with the sudden intrusion as I’m pushed into Derrick. He places a hand to my lower back, holding me tightly to him, while his other hand holds my head as we each try to dominate the other’s mouth. Klaus sets a punishing pace, his body slapping against mine with each pump of his hips. The water slides over our skin, adding to the sting of each impact.
Every slam of his cock rocks my body into Derrick, where his dick is wedged between us. Each movement of my body grinds my clit against his length. The combination has me shuddering my release in no time at all. “Your pussy is perfection, Cecily,” Klaus pants just before growling his own ending.
Derrick lifts me up by the thighs, pulling me off Klaus’ cock, and wraps my legs around his hips. Continuing his fluid movements, he turns us around and presses me against the wall as he slides home himself. Klaus curses with the upset to his balance, not having expected me to be ripped away quite so fast. He recovers quickly and reaches between Derrick and I to pinch my nipples and roll them between his fingers.
The nonstop pounding has me sobbing with not having had a chance to come down after my last orgasm. My nails scratch at Derrick’s back as I cling to him, trying to gain more stability while my body shudders. His deep thrusts massage my walls, keeping me on the bittersweet edge of falling over into bliss. Derrick spills his seed, keeping to the theme of a shower quickie. As he pumps his load into me, Klaus leans in and bites my neck. The stinging pain adds to my pleasure and my pussy spasms, clenching tightly to the point of strangling Derrick’s cock.
Applause sounds, bouncing off the walls of the bathroom, effectively distracting us from catching our breath. Alex leans against the clear glass separating us, a huge grin on his face. “My, that was some show!” His smile turns into a pout. “Why wasn’t I invited to the sausage fest?”
I roll my eyes, not bothering to answer him. Derrick turns me in his hold, and Klaus tenderly washes my pussy clean. We turn to exit the shower and find Alex standing there with a fluffy towel in his hold. I’m passed into his arms and I snuggle into his hold. My legs are still shaking, and every so often, I’m hit with an aftershock, my pussy clenching around nothing.
Klaus claps Alex on the shoulder and says, “You missed one hell of a good time, man. See what happens when you’re all busy working instead of sexing up our woman?”
“I know, right! No more work for me, I’ve learned my lesson the hard way,” Alex quips back. He sets me down on the vanity and pulls out a second towel to dry my hair with. Klaus and Derrick give me pecks as they walk past, heading for the closet. I’m not bothered by their departure; I know they can tell I want a moment with Alex.
My head rests on Alex’s chest as I work on recouping my energy. He pulls out a brush and runs it through my hair and I soak up every bit of his loving care. I know he’s just doing it for a moment of connection and to show me affection instead of using magic. Which makes his actions mean even more. “I missed you today, handsome.” I’m suddenly consumed with a need to be close to all of my men as thoughts of what’s hovering on the horizon come to mind.
He tips my head back so he can gaze into my eyes. His tender touch removes some stray hairs falling onto my face. “I missed you too, Sleeping Snow.” He presses a kiss to the tip of my nose. A moment later, my hair is dry and I’m wearing pajama shorts and one of Alex’s sweatshirts. There’s a wolf on it and the words “Winter is Coming.” He rolls up the sleeves a couple of times for me so my arms aren’t lost inside them. “Come on, the smell coming from the kitchen has me starved. Marcus has been cooking since he and Will got back.”
With the mention of food, my stomach rumbles. My eyes pinch as I wince and cover the offending sound with my hands trying to stifle it. Alex lets out a cackle and doesn’t even try to hide it. I push him out of my way as I head out of the bathroom. “What was I saying about missing you? I must’ve been mistaken.”
He doesn’t allow me to get far before he’s pulling me back into his hold. “Don’t be like that, Angel. I’m sorry I laughed, but in my defense, the face you made was funny.” His arm wraps around me and he nuzzles my hair. “Please forgive me? I’m in the mood to have my cuddle buddy, and as cute as Derrick is, he just won’t cut it.”
I smirk and give in, not wanting to miss out on his sweet mood. It’s rare for him to put aside his over-the-top flirtatious ways. He slides his hand into mine and we make our way into the kitchen. My twins are moving about, busy doing various tasks. William grabs some plates out of the cabinet and Marcus turns off the beeping timer before opening the oven and pulling some trays out. Whatever he made has bubbling cheese on top and the smell makes my mouth water.
Marcus grins when he turns around and sees us. “Derrick, Klaus! Dinner is almost ready. It’s family night!” Marcus’ shout draws my remaining mates into the kitchen.
Alex bounces on his toes. “Fuck, yes! I love it when you make pizza from scratch.” His voice is bubbling with enough excitement to rival his inability to stand still right now. He reminds me of a character I saw in a cartoon once. I think its name was Tigger. Yep, that was it.
“Okay, Tigger. Calm yourself!” I say to him.
