Theirs to Keep

He kissed me, and his lips were every bit as incredible as I remembered. I went even wetter than I was, and I was already drenched.

“Want to relax even more?” Camden whispered into my ear. I turned my head and he took over kissing me, sliding his tongue sexily against mine.

“Ummm… sure.”

“Then turn over.”

They flipped my body before I could even accommodate the request. One minute I was lying there, kissing them in turn, the next I was on my stomach, my arms stretched out overhead.

Four hands assailed my body, touching and kneading. Twenty fingers massaged me slowly, starting at my shoulders before working their way downward.

“MMMmmm...”

They didn’t respond as I lay there, squirming and groaning beneath their ministrations. They were two different men, with two different styles. But working me over like this, they somehow moved as one.

“This is amazing.”

My eyes fluttered closed in absolute pleasure. With each squeeze or push or circular press of a thumb, I could feel the tension in my muscles give way.

“You guys should quit construction,” I moaned. “Open a massage parlor.”

Silence. More rubbing. More groaning on my end.

“I mean, you can keep the look and everything,” I sighed happily. “Especially the toolbelts. I love those. But as far as… I mean… you should probably…”

I was losing consciousness, it all felt so fucking good! So incredibly soothing and relaxing, to just let myself so totally loose.

Their hands moved further downward, kneading and rubbing. Massaging the knots from my middle and lower back, leaving long stretches of quivering, satisfied flesh in their wake. I was a shuddering, whimpering mess. By the time their fingers wandered over the curve of my ass, my whole body was already jelly.

“Mind if we lift this?”

I felt a tug at the hem of my robe. I lay my face sideways against the comforter and laughed.

“You can do whatever the hell you want,” I told them.

“Whatever, huh?” Camden mused.

I nodded as a particularly deep thumb drew another groan from me. “Uh huh.”

“We like the sound of that.”

They continued their work, digging deep into the muscles of my sore, naked ass. I had no idea how much tension was actually stored in the glutes. To finally release it like this felt near-orgasmic.

“Look at her thighs,” I heard Bryce murmur. “They’re perfect.”

“I know.”

His hands squeezed hard, sending shockwaves of pleasure. “I mean, I just want to—”

“I know.”

One of my lovers leaned down, and was now planting kisses on the nape of my neck. The heat was electric. Every new touch made me jolt with excitement. And now the hands were on my thighs, wringing them gently. Thick, calloused fingers contrasting wonderfully against my soft, supple skin. Touching. Rubbing. Dragging inexorably upward, through the valley between my thighs…

“We’ve been thinking about this for the last two days,” Bryce whispered hotly into my ear. He pinned my hair back. Pressed his full lips right up against my ear lobe and pulled, gently. “The wait was excruciating.”

There were hands on both my legs now, kneading and exploring. Sliding further along until a finger brushed the very edge of my mound, which by now was totally throbbing.

“Look at her,” said Camden. “She’s totally drenched.”