“Even Ben?”
She nodded. “You’re doing great with him, you know. Everyone in the department is impressed.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I needed to hear that.”
“Now. Go take a shower. You smell, bitch.”
“Oh, fuck off to Hell.” I laughed.
She disappeared in an echoing laugh.
Still wasn’t used to that.
I sent the sword back to its nowhere and headed up the stairs for my shower. I did need one, and we had an amazing new shower stall.
Lincoln had paid for it, and the second door to his room. The man really was a genius with money, and he also liked his luxury. The shower was big. He’d had the designers take out part of his closet to make the massive walk-in stone tiled stall. We’d had four of us in it at once the week before, and there was room for more.
Which I didn’t need right now.
I dropped my filthy clothes in the hamper, and just sashayed into the bathroom. Sparing no expense, Linc had put in a touch control screen and everyone could program in their preferred temperature, shower heads, and how many were active.
I tapped it on and stepped in. The hot water cascaded over me, and I felt my muscles start to relax. I turned my face to the water and just stood there.
“Oh, God yes.”
I braced myself for another vision to hit me, but after a moment, it didn’t happen.
“Come! Come on me!”
That was not a vision. I giggled and listened to the room next door.
“Your ass feels so good,” someone hissed.
“Flip? Please? Pound me into the mattress.”
“Demanding bottom.”
“Not from where I’m sitting.”
There was a rustling and hissing of sheets.
“Jesus, you’re hard again…”
“Just pound my ass!”
I could hear the flesh on flesh slap of two male bodies and I let my mind, and my hand, wander. Bastian and Linc really enjoyed each other, just the way I loved when Fischer got me alone and tied me up.
The two of them were beasts, and switches, and I was currently wondering who was topping. My money would have been on Bastian, if my mind wasn’t on the sounds of sex and the feel of my fingers on my own clit.
“Yes, yes, shit yes. Hard!”
The moaning and groaning fired my imagination and as I listened, I got more and more worked up.
“Are you ever going to come?”
“Only when you come again.”
“My poor fucking balls are tired.”
“Let me help.”
I could see one of them wrapping a hand around the other’s cock, stroking hard and twisting just right. My finger helped me imagine that the cock was in me and I was under that tower of male.
Blindly reaching up behind me, I snagged the vibrator I kept there, and without preamble, pressed it inside me, flicking it on.
“Sssssshit,” I hissed at the sudden wonderful sensation. I pushed the second button and turned on the second motor, angling it so it hummed against my clit.
“Hell! Yes! Right there! Fuck!”
I slid down the wall, pressing the vibrator deep.
“Come on, come!”
“These sheets are going to be stiff with all the cum.”
“Shut up and come!”
“Ahhh! There!”
Holy crap, this was hot. I moved my hips over the vibrator, holding it still, and found myself pressing down hard over the end against my clit.
I heard the hot slap of flesh and grunting and swearing, and finally someone in the room next door let out a yelp and long low moan of pleasure. As one trailed off another started and I covered my mouth to keep my own yelp of climax from echoing.
“Oh, God that feels amazing.”
There was a pause as all three of us took a moment to ride out our climaxes.
“I’d say you have no idea, but…”
I thumped my head back against the wall. Being surround by three healthy men with serious sex drives was amazing, and I didn’t mind being exhausted from all the fucking we did.
Together and apart.
“We should burn the sheets.”
“We should take a shower.”
Another pause and the voices were just outside the door. “Wait. Hold on. Bend over, just a bit.” That was Lincoln’s voice, and I waited for someone to speak again. It was him. “God, damn. That’s hot and filthy.”
“You like to see your cum in me.”
Well, color me shocked. That was Bastian.
“I do,” Lincoln said, and a moment later there was a thump against the door, and I could imagine—a lot of filthy things going on out there.
“Wait,” Sebastian grunted, with a smack of lips. Damn, they’d only been kissing. “It sounds like someone is in there.”
The door opened into the bathroom and a moment later two naked men stepped into the open shower with me. I looked up as they found me on the floor against the wall.
“Hi.” I grinned.
“Have you been in here long?” Bastian asked.
I held up the vibrator I had slipped out of myself as they’d opened the door. “A few minutes.”
Lincoln offered a hand up while laughing. “Did you seriously just masturbate to us?”
“Hell yes,” I answered, and pulled him in close to me. “It was hot. Did you top?”
“He did.” Bastian fitted himself against my back.
I looked over my shoulder at him. “You’re sticky.”
“Linc’s fault. He made me come on him and then all over myself.”
“Are we burning the sheets?” I laughed.
“Probably wise.” Lincoln dropped his head to my breast. “I need a shower.”
“That’s not going to get you a shower, Linc,” I breathed as he pulled my nipple into his mouth.
Sebastian’s hand strayed down the crack of my ass, teasing me. “I need a shower too.” His voice was breathy.
“Not going to get you a shower,” I repeated.
“Okay, then I want to fuck you.” His teeth nibbled along my shoulder to my neck.
“Didn’t you just come? Twice? Your balls—oh hell—are tired, I think you yelled.”
“Maybe they feel better now,” he said.
Lincoln was on his knees in front of me and I found my leg over his shoulder. “You should find out.” A second later, his tongue was on my clit.
Bastian’s erection was pushing against the cheek of my ass and I let out a moan. He pressed me forward, holding onto my hips, but Lincoln was the one who grabbed Bastian’s cock and pressed it against my entrance.
“You’re already wet from listening to us,” Linc mumbled, his words vibrating against the sensitive skin.
“Of course, because it’s hot to hear you two fuck.” It was also incredibly hot to have him between my legs and manhandling another guy’s dick.
Bastian’s hips moved at a lazy pace at first, just rocking in and out of me while Lincoln’s tongue ran over my clit and his cock. After a few minutes of a slow, filling pace, he pressed me forward and grabbed my hips tight.
“Make her come,” Lincoln said, as my hands landed on his shoulder.
“Hold her up,” Bastian said.
His pace went from leisurely to demanding and I gasped at the change. It was a good gasp and gripped Lincoln tighter.