My voice trailed off as I slipped back into nirvana. Damien’s fingers rubbed deliciously into the arch of my left foot. Broderick’s kneaded the heel of my right. Behind me, two jets were shooting pleasantly into the small of my back.
“You came all this way to help us,” Damien noted. “A double-foot-rub is the least we can do.”
“And what’s the most you can do?” I asked daringly. Immediately after the words left my lips, my stomach dropped.
“You’re our mate,” Broderick eventually shrugged. “There’s nothing we wouldn’t do to please you.”
His choice of words sent a bolt of excitement straight through my body. I let out a long, contented sigh.
Screw the Order, I laughed silently to myself. Screw Xiomara. Screw everything.
Eventually their hands traveled upward, along my legs. They moved higher, past my knees. Rubbed onward along the insides of my thighs. It was all very dream-like, but my senses were heightened instead of dulled. I felt everything. Wanted to remember everything…
Damien was the first to slide up alongside me. He crushed me against his body, his lips pushing softly against mine. My mouth opened for him, inviting his tongue. By extension of that my thighs also parted, somewhere beneath the swirling waters.
I gasped as Broderick’s fingers closed over me down there.
Are you really going to do this?
Damien’s mouth was kissing its way down my neck, the water and bath oils making everything more slippery and lubricated. Everything was so warm, so full of steam. I held his palm against my face while he chewed on my shoulder.
Oh… Oh wow…
I jumped as Broderick slid a finger inside me. He curled it toward him, slowly, until it was nestled perfectly on my G-spot.
“So… this is actually… going to happen…” I murmured. “Isn’t it?”
Damien’s tongue traced upward again, setting his lips right up against my ear. His voice was hot and wet. “Yes.”
I gulped hard as the full realization of what I was about to do stole over me. It was insane. I knew it was insane. Yet it also felt wholly natural, and I knew that too.
Besides, I wanted it. No… actually I longed for it. Craved it worse than any drug, more than any other—
“We can always stop if you want to,” Broderick whispered into my other ear. His gently curling finger was driving me wild. “Is that what you want?”
Panic swept me at the very thought. “No,” I said immediately.
“You sure?” he teased.
“Yes,” I breathed. “Yes, please.” I exhaled with a whimper. “I’m sure.”
I writhed against them until I felt a second finger. Then I went all in. I wrapped my hand in Damien’s hair and shoved my face into his. We kissed hard and hungrily, like we had in his apartment. At the same time I grabbed the
back of Broderick’s head and shoved him downward, between my breasts. I wanted his mouth on me. I wanted him inside me, just like his fingers…
This is incredible.
Through half-lidded eyes I surveyed their bodies in the mirror. Two broad backs, glistening where they pierced the bubbled surface. Four big arms. Four strong hands, fingers reaching out… touching me…
Two cocks…
Two gorgeous men, turning every last bit of their attention inward, onto me. I kissed them in turn, one after the other, diverting their lips back to mine whenever I wanted a new taste. I was the center of their world — a goddess, spread wide for them to please. But also there to give them pleasure…
“Here,” said Damien, taking my hand beneath the water. He pulled it into his lap. My hand settled over him, feeling his hardness. I sighed again.
“And here,” Broderick said, not to be outdone. He placed my other hand over his rock-hard shaft, squeezing it beneath his own. He pumped it up and down a few times before letting go.
I was lightheaded, both from the heat and from the implication of what was about to happen. Absolutely intoxicated with the idea of being with them both.