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“Come!” one of them ordered. She didn’t know which; she didn’t care. The command was all she needed and her orgasm erupted. She came violently, her thigh’s quivering with the strain of her climax just as the two men who rode her body bellowed their own completion.
Ellie chuckled to herself a little. She was feeling much more mellow and relaxed now. She loved an inventive, fictional sex scene, even if it bore little resemblance to reality. Well, certainly not her reality anyhow. She could barely imagine one man getting her so worked up that she begged to climax, let alone three. Her limited experience more closely resembled a brief fumble which formed a pathetic excuse for foreplay, followed by some humping and grunting while the guy got off and left her feeling completely unfulfilled. She might think an orgasm was a myth if she hadn’t experienced them with her own hand. As far as climaxing during intercourse, yeah, she was pretty sure that was a unicorn. But three men… she wondered if that might make a difference.
Dropping her book on the floor, Ellie closed her eyes and palmed nipples hidden by the cover of bubbles. They peaked in stiff buds despite the warmth of the water. Pulling and tweaking, she arched her back in pleasure.
Suddenly, three distinct faces filled her mind, each with a different shade of brown hair, one dark eyed, one hazel and one blue. Cody, Syrus and Ezreal.Sinceshefinallyhad time to stop and think, she could appreciate the good looks she had ignored until now. The lean, hardy physiques and work-roughened fingers. She wondered what they would feel like stroking over her skin.
Her eyes popped open, and she sucked in a breath. Jeez, no! Don’t go there, she told herself, but it was too late. Now that flame was lit, it refused to go out, and no matter how much she tried to push their images aside, they just kept popping right back into her fantasies.
In the end, she gave up and snaked an illicit hand down her soapy body. Okay, so she could admit that she found all three of them appealing. They were each far more ruggedly handsome than she had dared to let herself imagine on the drive over. She hadn’t really cared all that much about their bodies and looks as long as they were good men who treated a girl right. If anything, she had probably considered them to be work worn and somewhat average, but that hadn’t mattered at all. The reality of them was decidedly more sexy, and a lot more disconcerting, with their strong stubbled jaws, and well-built chests.
Her fingers found her sensitive nubbin, and she sucked in an electrified breath as she fluttered her fingertips across the little bundle of nerves. The book and her fantasies had her responsive and aching and she increased the pressure, rotating the quivering bud with sure strokes as she pulled at her nipples with her other hand.
Her head filled with swirling images of all three brothers… together, just like the story in the book, but this time the woman was her.
Her breath shortened and she let it out in audible pants as she imagined one of the Carson’s… Cody… bringing his big palm down again and again on the reddened skin of her butt cheeks while one of the others held her immobile.
And it was on that scorching thought that she peaked, her climax roaring through her harder than any she could remember. Water slopped over the sides of the bath and splashed on the tile as she bucked helplessly under her own hand before finally slumping back, sated and exhausted.
It was a while later that she roused herself half-heartedly and groaned at the mess she’d made on the floor. Hurriedly drying herself off, she dropped the towel over the puddle she’d made and retrieved her book, shaking off the drips and blotting the edges where the water had been absorbed.
She wrung out the sopping wet towel as well as she could and put it into the laundry hamper along with her dirty clothes. It was only thenthat sherealized that the only other towelavailablewas the one she had wrapped around her head and, like an idiot, she had neglected to bring down anything else to wear.
Shaking out the towel from around her hair, she wrapped it around her torso and peeked both ways out the door.
There was no one in sight, which was just as well, since the towel was just short of being indecent. Hah! Or maybe just short, she scoffed. It skimmed the lower edges of her butt cheeks as long as she didn’t hitch it too high over her boobs. Either way, it didn’t cover as much as she’d like, but it wasn’t far to the attic. She just needed to make it to the end of the corridor.
And she did. She even made it to the top of the attic stairs. It was just that when she got there; she found Ezreal trying to juggle a tray containing a teapot, milk jug, sugar bowl and a delicate cup and saucer that looked completelyout of place in his big hands.
Ellie came to adeadhalt in front of him, instinctively drawing the towel up higher, then realizing she was flashing everything below. In her panic, she yanked it down again so swiftly that she almost lost it altogether.
“Sorry I…”
“I was just…”
They both spoke at the same time.
Stopped.
Paused.
Started again.
“I thought…”
“I forgot…”
Talked over each other again.
Ellie colored and dipped her head, grateful that her long hair covered her chest so she could tug the towel lower, even if it was hanging in unflattering damp, clumpy ropes.
Ezreal laughed self-consciously and nodded towards the door.
“I was just trying to knockonyour door. It occurred to me you might like a nightcap and you wouldn’t know where to find anything in the kitchen.”
“I… thank you,” Ellie replied with a small smile. “I just had a bath, but um… I forgot my night things and I couldn’t find another towel.” She shrugged helplessly.
Ezreal looked; looked away.
