Bang the Blower (Country Roads 3)

Then again, beggars couldn’t always choose the best way to take care of growing needs when they failed to go away on their own. Sinking against the sleek, smooth surface of the tub, she propped up her other leg, opening herself up to a full exploration.

Propelling her hand across her stomach, she dipped her fingers between her folds and moaned. Cupping a breast, she played with her nipple, thinking of the way Hank aroused her, how he made her feel like a desirable woman again.

She fingered her pussy lips, teasing the tender folds until she arched against her bent wrist. She needed more than light taunting. She wanted penetration.

Burying three digits inside her pussy, she tightened her hand around her breast, fondling herself as she went right to the brink, pushing her hand tightly against her cunt as she reached for that spot, the one guaranteed to make her rock out a steady beat.

Her head rolled to the side and she moaned. Her feet fell to the water with a splash and she used them for leverage, rising and falling as she pumped.

“Oh God!” she cried out, working after her release, fucking harder and harder with two fingers, then three.

Images of Hank and Duke ran through her head. She remembered how they used to fuck her. Duke was always devoted to her pleasure, taking his own sweet time with lovemaking. Hank, on the other hand, rarely had time for foreplay, but good God how he made up for lost pleasures. The man could screw a woman for an hour, rest a few minutes, and then go at it again.

She pictured them then, showering her with their affection. Their hands roamed over her. Their lips enticed her. If Hank and Duke were with her now, she’d ask Hank to kiss her while Duke tantalized her sex. He possessed a wicked mouth.

She wiggled her fingers inside her channel, imagining how Duke’s tongue would feel fluttering inside her, bringing her to release. Tossing her head back, she pursed her lips and groaned when she couldn’t come.

“Damn it to hell, this isn’t working!” she exclaimed, exasperated.

“Well thank God for that,” Duke said, slamming the door as he entered the bathroom. “Because I swear, if you’d climaxed without me there to help you, I might have been jealous. How can a man be envious of the very woman he can’t wait to bend over and fuck?”

Julie sat abruptly, making a splash when she tried to hide under the bubbles and at the same time, jerk her hand free from her pussy so he wouldn’t know she was fingering herself. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough to know those slender fingers of yours aren’t reaching high enough to set you right.” A beat later, he added, “Want some help?”

“Get out,” she said, giving him what she hoped was a stern look, rather than one he’d interpret as “come here and get this while the getting is good.”

“I’d rather watch the show,” he said, looking over his shoulder. “What about you, Hank?”

Hank appeared in the doorway then. He was wrapped in a white towel, and wore that towel about as well as he sported a mischievous grin. His hair was damp, suggesting he’d already been in the shower. His eyes were hooded, which implied he wasn’t leaving there without getting what he came for, and there was no question about what he wanted. His hard cock was erect, and those flat discs on his chest were as pointed as she’d ever seen them.

“I didn’t invite either of you to join me.”

“She ain’t lying, Hank,” Duke said, grinning. “In fact, she was having a private party when I interrupted her.”

“Last I checked, a man didn’t need an invitation in his own home.” Hank strolled inside the large area, took a seat on the vanity, and propped his feet on the chair in front of the dressing table. He provided a bird’s-eye view. His towel failed to cover what he wanted the world—or at least her—to see.

Her mouth dried. Rolling her tongue over parched lips, she attempted to moisten them. “I want you to leave.”

“Damn shame,” Hank said, placing one leg over the other.

“I mean it.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” Hank told her, glancing at Duke. “Are you?”

“Nope.” Duke crossed his arms, bent his knee, and kicked the door closed behind them. “I’m not in any hurry.”

The bubbles deteriorated one by one. She was more exposed than before and Duke’s gaze settled on her chest. “You’ll shrivel up before we leave this room. You might as well invite us to join you.”

Aware then of her marked back, she turned her head and looked the other way, noting the pink tile wall. Never one to miss out on a good thing, she made up her mind then. She’d much rather look at them. If they saw the defects on her skin and couldn’t dismiss them as an imperfection or blemish, then their concern for her was superficial, and she’d rather know now instead of later.

Her eyes met Hank’s. He tilted his head, acting as if he awaited the inevitable, understanding perhaps, she wouldn’t deny them. “We’ve got all night, Julie.”

She took a deep breath and decided she did, too. She wasn’t about to waste it.

“Good thing. It’s been a while. And I’m not about to let you rush this, Hank Hinman.”

Chapter Six