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“What do you want?” I said. I was smiling like a madman but I couldn’t help it: seeing her struggle like this, trying desperately to hide her embarrassment, gave me such a rush.
“I want...” Jess paused, licked her lips, and took another deep breath before saying the words that made my heart pound. “I want you to piss on me.”
“Dirty girl,” Vincent said, as Manson muttered “Holy shit” under his breath.
“Look at me,” I said, and she gulped as she lifted her eyes. They were wide, her pupils full and dark with lust. I watched her expression, her movement, her awareness — searching for any indication she wasn’t mentally present enough to make this decision. But all I saw in her was embarrassment and desire, inextricably tangled. “Is that really what you want, Jess? Do you want me to put you down on your knees and piss on you?”
Even her chest was red from the heat of her blush as she nodded. “Yes, please...I...I’m yours. You should claim your property.”
“Fucking hell,” Jason groaned. At least I wasn’t the only one with a hard-on; Jess’s request had hit a sweet spot for all of us. “Do it, Lucas. Make our girl filthy.”
Feeling as if I was moving in a dream, I stepped into the shower. The steam was thick, the air was heavy. Having so many naked bodies around me at once, slick skin rubbing against mine, all watching me, was frankly a little intimidating. I wasn’t used to being the center of attention.
Jess shivered when her knees hit the tile. She waited, face upturned, her eyes darting to my cock again and again in nervous anticipation. It would be a challenge to go; I was so damn hard. No amount of mental math problems could change the fact that I had the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen on her knees for me, waiting to be covered in my piss because sheaskedfor it.
“Look at me,” I said, my voice thick. She lifted her eyes, locking onto my own. “Tell me what you want.”
“Piss on me, sir,” she said. She was confident this time; any hesitation had vanished. “Put me in my place.”
Damn, if she thought her place was on her knees at my feet, I was a lucky man.
For a split second, I worried that I couldn’t do it. Subconscious instinct demanded I stop, my domestic brain screaming at me that this was vile, filthy,wrong. Everyone’s eyes on me added an extra layer of difficulty. But Manson was stroking himself already, and they all looked so damn eager to see me do it. And Jess — this beautiful, wild, insatiable woman — was looking at me like she was waiting for a gift, pleading with her eyes.
The way she gasped when the stream hit her chest was possibly one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. The jewels on her bare tits caught the light as the golden liquid trickled over her, her entire body shaking as I got closer. I gripped her hair and pulled her head back, so I could watch her face as I pissed all over her.
“Thank you, sir,” she said. The smell was intoxicating; it was arousing on a deep, dark, primal level. Even though the shower washed it right away, it still felt like I was leaving a permanent mark on her.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight,” Vincent said, his arms around Jason as they watched me. Manson groaned softly; he was stroking himself hard and fast, shuddering. If I’d been able to, I would have kept going.
Jess smiled at me when I stopped, with my hand still knotted in her hair. “God, I love you,” she said, and it unraveled me.
The hot water streamed over both of us as I sank to my knees to kiss her. Hearing those words still punched me straight in the heart; they latched on to me and made my brain flip upside-down.
She loved me. Every single person I was surrounded bylovedme. Until I’d met Manson, I hadn’t thought anything like this was remotely possible. Having a family, a home, falling in love — they were nice things for other people, not for me.
“I love you, too,” I said, even though the words still felt terrifying to say. But it made her entire face light up. I turned her, urging her toward Manson. “Give him your mouth, sweetheart.”
She opened, sliding her lips over him, and pushed his hand away so she could circle her thumb and forefinger around his shaft. She stroked him with her fingers as she bobbed her head up and down, humming and slurping with enthusiasm.
He cradled her head in his hands, grunting harshly as he fucked her throat. I reached between her legs, massaging her clit as she got him off.
“Such a good girl,” Jason said, and she shivered at the praise.
Manson came into her mouth with a strangled curse. He let her go but remained leaning against the wall, his eyes far-off and dazed. Vincent got down beside me, kissing Jess as I brought her to another trembling orgasm. She cried out against his mouth when the euphoria overtook her, and he praised her through it, whispering words of affection, words of love.
The rest of that shower was as hazy in my memory as the steam that surrounded us. None of us had any energy left. By the time we stumbled out of the bathroom, I barely even managed to grab a towel before I dragged Jess into bed. The last thing I was aware of was Manson wrapping his arms around me from behind and feeling Jason’s fingers come to rest on my hand. Vincent laughed, saying something about “lying on top of us.”
But I didn’t care how crowded that damn bed was. We all got into it somehow, and I couldn’t move an inch, but I still slept like the dead.
