“I didn’t check.”
Mason had intentionally left Krista off the guest list for every party or outing he organized, mostly for my comfort. Though he assured me he had zero interest in resuming their sexual relationship, he understood why having her around bothered me.
I washed my hair while he rinsed himself off, then stood still for him as he lathered up my body. Pressing my palms to the warm tile, I moaned softly as he smoothed the almond-scented soap over my breasts and belly, along my arms and back, then lower, rounding over my hips and thighs. He cupped my pussy with one hand and used the other to wash my backside and cleft. I gasped at the throb of pleasure that pulsed through me when his fingers met between my legs.
“You sure you don’t know who it was from?” he asked, drawing soapy circles over my already sensitive clit. He’d become exceptionally good at reading me, not that I was adept at hiding my feelings. My mother had always been a champion at subterfuge; you’d think I would have picked up a few tricks after having lived with her for eighteen years.
He teased the skin around my back entrance. A warm shiver hurried down my spine.
“I don’t mind if you check my phone,” he said. “I know you can’t resist. But I’d prefer that you tell me the truth when I ask.”
Heat rushed to my face, though I couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or arousal or both. I’d been making an effort these past few weeks, trying to prove I was as grown-up as I looked. He had to have seen it, how hard I was working to act like a responsible adult.
His finger prodded my back entrance, and my muscles tightened instinctively. No one had ever been inside me like that before. Not even me.
“It’s okay, baby girl. I promise I won’t be upset.” He continued to stroke me, undeterred by my body’s involuntary urge to shut him out. “Just tell me the truth.”
The truth smoldered on my tongue like an ember. I bit my lips together.
Once again, he tested my opening. I wanted so badly to let him in, to trust that he’d meant it when he said it was okay that I’d snooped. It was the sort of crime my mother would’ve held against me for months. But Mason wasn’t my mother. He was my daddy, and he loved me unconditionally, the way a parent is supposed to.
My breath whooshed out of me, and his finger slid inside.
I moaned, catching water in my mouth.
My skin prickled as though I’d been electrified. I was alive and open, sensitive all over. I felt each drop of water and every inch of his finger.
Mason’s cock stirred against my hip. He continued to rub my clit with his free hand, which made me want to rock my hips. Forward to chase the pleasure, backward to revel in the forbidden feeling of having my asshole breached.
“It was from Krista,” I confessed. There was no point in trying to hide from him now that he was inside me. “She invited you to a private party tonight... Do you wish you could go with her?”
“Of course not.” He kissed my temple. “I’m exactly where I want to be. Besides, we already have plans.”
I wanted that to be the end of our conversation about Krysta, but I was still burning with questions. “What did she mean by ‘private party?’”
Mason’s touch wavered as though his mind had wandered and come back around. He sighed heavily. “Krista and I have occasionally invited others to join us. But that’s all in the past now.”
“Oh.” The thought of being passed between two lovers made me want to press myself harder against him—that was, until I understood the implication of what that meant for him and Krista. Not only had they fucked, but they’d fucked creatively, while Mason had yet to put his cock in my pussy even once.
“You look mildly scandalized.” He withdrew from my rear and then returned with two fingers.
I opened my mouth to the spray to wash down the taste of bitterness. Pressing my full weight into my palms, I spread my hands flat against the tile and turned to look at him.
“I’m not scandalized,” I said. “Just...confused.”
“How so?”
“You’ve had threesomes with Krista, but we still haven’t...you know.”
He kissed my cheek, then whispered into my ear, “You like the idea of being shared?”
My pulse jumped. “Maybe...”
“You want to know what it’s like to feel twice as many hands on you? Twice as many cocks begging for your attention? One here—” He moved faster in and out of my asshole. “—and another here?”
He slid two fingers into my pussy. I moaned. He was obviously trying to distract me from the fact that we hadn’t fucked yet; I was embarrassed to admit it was working.
Illicit images played out like a slideshow across my mind. Four hands gliding over my hips and breasts, two mouths kissing and licking my nipples. Two cocks sliding in and out, using me, filling me to bursting. It was depraved and brutally comical, considering I had yet to have one man’s cock inside me, yet here I was greedily lusting for two.