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Then Dominic immerses the bottle into the water, and moves it towards my pussy, and I realize what his intent is. There’s more pleasure ahead. More toe-curling, full-body-shiver pleasure.
“Keep your hands on your thighs,” he whispers into my ear. “Okay, sweetheart?”
I nod my acquiescence, appreciating the subtle check-in. The neck of the bottle enters my overheated sex, and I groan. It’s still a little cool, but warming rapidly. Both Carter and Dominic look at me, never taking their eyes off my face. As Dominic fucks me with the neck of the wine bottle and I shudder and writhe my way to an orgasm, their gazes sear into me. Carter’s fingers pluck at my nipples, strums of desire that burn through me. I feel their need, and it sends me over the edge. I climax hard, muscles clenching, limbs flailing, every inch of my body surrendering to pleasure.
When the waves of lust slowly recede, Carter holds my wine glass to my lips. I gulp down the cool liquid, spilling some of it down my chest. His fingers scoop up each droplet, and he feeds them to me, and I suck his fingers as if they were his cock.
Fuck me, I want to plead.
My nails bite into my skin with the effort of keeping my hands on my thighs. Staying still, keeping quiet, allowing them to dictate the pace—this game is amazing and incredible and brutally difficult all rolled into one.
Dominic fucks me with the bottle through the last tremors of my climax, and then he sits back, looking thoroughly satisfied. To my relief, Carter lowers the intensity of the jets of water that drum against my ultra-sensitive clitoris. “Let me please you,” I whisper to both of them. “Please.”
“What’s the hurry?” Carter asks teasingly. “Don’t you want to come again?”
“There’s two cocks here,” I complain. “And I’m being fucked with a bottle?” My voice rises with frustration. “Seriously?”
They both crack up, then Dominic relents and lifts me off my seat and sets me down on the outer ledge of the tub. I lean back against the cedar wall, shivering a little now that I’m not submerged in the steaming water. Carter rolls on a condom—where the hell did he get it?—and positions himself between my legs. To be at the right height, he’s party submerged in the water, sort of crouched, almost on his knees. It looks fiendishly uncomfortable, and I tell him that, and in response he just grins.
Dominic’s hard erection nudges at my lips. “Forget him,” he says. “Wrap those pretty lips around my cock, Gabby.”
Oh okay. If he insists. I tease the tip of his cock with my tongue, savoring his muted groan, and then I see the intensity of need etched on his face and relent. I open my mouth and take in as much of him as I can.
The moment his head hits the back of my throat, Carter pushes into my pussy.
Oh wow. On Wednesday, I gave Carter a hand job while Dominic ate me out. That was a pretty good combination, but this—getting thoroughly fucked while also sucking on a cock—is brilliant. Carter’s thrusts are steady and hard. Each stroke presses my back against the wall, each stroke hits my g-spot.
I wait for him to establish a rhythm, then I bob my head on Dominic’s length, taking him deeper and deeper down my throat, my tongue laving the underside of his cock, my cheeks hollowing as I increase the suction. “Fuck, Gabby,” he growls, and seems to swell ever larger.
Carter thrusts deep. “God, your pussy is so fucking wet,” he rasps.
No surprise there. I wouldn’t have thought that being forced to hold still would turn me on as much as it does, but my body can’t lie. I don’t respond—I’ll only be stating the obvious if I agree. Plus, Carter’s fingers find my clit just as he speaks, and all thought escapes my mind.
This is too much. Too intense. I can’t get enough. It’s perfect.
Dominic’s cock is buried in my mouth. I suck in my cheeks, caress the underside of his shaft with my tongue, and bring my hands up to cup his balls. Another prolonged groan greets that gesture. “Sweetheart,” he grinds out. “You are killing me here.”
That’s sort of the point, Dominic.
Carter’s fingers pinch and tease my swollen, tender clitoris. I dig my fingers into Dominic’s ass, moaning around his cock. Pleasure. So much pleasure. So much overwhelming, toe-curling pleasure.
“I need to come,” I whimper into Dominic’s cock. “Oh fuck, I’m going to come…”
“Hold on,” Carter urges. His voice is tight, urgent. He sounds close to his own release. Dominic’s body betrays him as well. His strokes increase in frequency as he too nears his climax.
The swell of lust lifts us, and we are prisoners to it. The water in the tub cools, forgotten, as we chase our climaxes. Carter’s thrusts pick up in intensity, and his fingers move faster and faster on my sex. Dominic’s hands tighten around my hair and it’s all too much, too good, too hard to hold back my release—
Dominic erupts in my mouth and that’s it. That’s the push I needed. I shatter, my body flailing and my pussy clenching tight. Carter feels my climax—he utters a muffled curse, then his fingers dig into my hips and he slams into me in release.
“Mmm,” I purr contentedly, as the two of them collapse next to me, splashing me with lukewarm water. “That was amazing.”
“That was only the start,” Dominic replies. “Let’s dry you off and get you to bed, and we’ll continue.”
Somehow, I’ve won the hot-guy jackpot. Either that, or I’ve managed to dream up the entire last few days, in which case, I don’t want to be woken up.
I stand and they both dry me off between luxuriously soft towels, and we go to the bedroom and make love all over again.
