by Lily Harlem
They loomed back over my nakedness, tall and wide and oozing desire. Tim’s breath was hard and fast on my neck and Dean’s high cheekbones had flushed. I noticed beads of sweat on his upper lip, settling in his stubble. The running shower was heating up the room as much as our lust was.
“I’m way ahead of you,” I said softly, sliding out from between them. I stepped toward the shower. “Slowcoaches.”
I stuck a hand into the blasting water, checked the temperature, then shimmied through the glass partition. I gasped. The water was hot and fierce, peppering hard bullets onto my sensitive breasts. I pushed my fingers through my hair, scraping it back over my forehead as water soaked through it. A bottle of jasmine shower gel caught my eye and I reached for it, flooded my palm and set about soaping my breasts, my stomach and my hips. I held my face to the streaming water and breathed in the summer sweetness that laced my tongue like sherbet. The hot pounding and the slippery gel washed away the busy day and I let go of every thought except here and now.
And what a here and now!
Because suddenly the temperature cranked up a whole lot more. I opened my eyes and came face-to-face with two big, naked rock stars looking decidedly single-minded about what they wanted from me. I fought a tremor of nerves. Could I do this?
Of course I could.
I placed my sudsy hands in the center of their sternums. Each had a sprinkle of darkly coiled chest hair, though Tim’s was thicker and spread out to his nipples and swirled around his piercing. Dean was a fraction taller than his brother, his chest not as broad but every taut muscle was defined, his pecs square and his small, chocolate-brown nipples erect.
“Glad you could join me,” I quipped as the water streamed down, flattening their hair and beading their skin with crystal droplets.
Neither of them spoke. They just looked at me hungrily. Tim tugged his bottom lip with his teeth as Dean pulled at the inside of his cheek.
Swallowing, I slid my hands lower, spreading slippery shower gel over hard, wet flesh and bricked abs.
Dean let out a low growl and stepped toward me. I backed up. The cool wall of the shower pressed against my shoulders. “Wait,” I said, pressing his chest and blinking water from my eyes. “My turn to touch.”
A muscle flexed in his wet cheek.
My hands continued on their downward slide until I reached two tangles of coarse pubic hair. My gaze followed my hands to their cocks. Hugely erect, they jutted toward me through the swirling steam and cascading water. I practically salivated. They looked delicious. Long and fat, Dean’s slightly longer, Tim’s slightly fatter, both a rich burgundy color on the heads and both shafts lined with twisting purple veins.
I grasped each one. Wrapped my fingers around the thick stalks and gave a firm squeeze. My palms absorbed identical fast pulses, racing at the same pace as the song still thumping out.
Tim’s hand shot out and hit the tiles behind my head. He locked his elbow and leaned toward me. “Ah, fuck, your little hand is so bloody sweet on my dick.” He pressed his lips to my cheek and the jagged sounds of his breaths traveled into my ear.
I treated him to a series of slippery push-pulls up and down his shaft. He uttered a deep, guttural groan from his chest. The noise vibrated around the cubicle like an underground echo and mixed with a bass guitar solo. I repeated the action on Dean and was rewarded with the same rumbling groan his brother had produced.
“Ah, yes,” Dean murmured, spreading kisses over my other cheek. “So sweet, so good.”
Reaching for the shower gel once more, I re-filled my palms. My lubed hands grasped their cocks firmer and tighter. I set up equal rhythms, my thumbs sliding over their slits and around the ridges of their glans.
“Mmm, that’s nice, Sylvia, really nice,” Tim said in a tight voice, his free hand reaching out to cup my breasts.
I looked down through the shower of water at my small hands full of thick cock. My fingers were creamy pale compared to their deeply colored shafts and jet-black pubic hair.
“You like that?” Dean asked in a strained voice. “You like seeing us both at your mercy?”
“Yes,” I said, upping up the pace and using the tips of my fingers to apply pressure to their balls. “I like seeing how much you want me.”
They each let out a moan and I sensed their muscles tensing around me.
“Oh, honey, we want you all right.” Tim switched his attentions to my other breast, twisting and tweaking my hard nipple. “But not in here, not like this.” He glanced at his brother. “Come on, let’s get to the main event.”
He stepped away, forcing me to release his cock. I went to grasp both hands on Dean’s but he too stepped out of the shower. I had no choice but to follow if I wanted my men. And I did. I really wanted my men.
“Here,” Dean said, throwing a huge fluffy towel around my shoulders. “Let me dry every inch of your delectable little body.” He began to rub and wipe my shoulders and breasts. Scooped the towel into the small of my back then down my legs.
Tim gave my dripping hair a brief rub with a smaller towel before vigorously dragging it over his bulging biceps and wide quads. “Let’s get comfy,” he said, giving his hair a brief one-handed scrape with the towel before tossing it to the floor.
“This way,” Dean said, urging me to the chaise.
I stepped over, glancing up at Venus as I went. Her long, elegant naked body was beautiful, softly rounded and pale, the expression on her face serene and content as she languished above the ocean surrounded by adoring cherubs.
“Sit,” Dean ordered, pressing me down at the armrest end of the chaise. Soft cushions met my butt as he bent to dry my feet.
Tim stood to my right, just behind the armrest, which was chin level for me now. I looked up at him—his eyes were glazed with desire, his chest rising and falling fast. He reached over the armrest and cupped my cheek. “You wanna return the favor?” he asked, stepping close so close his erect cock jutted just inches from my mouth.
I licked my lips, wanting to sample his taste and feel his wide shaft slide over my palate more than anything. “Yes,” I said, twisting my body and gripping the armrest with both hands. I pulled forward as he tangled his hands in my hair, held my head firm and pressed the end of his cock to my lips.
Swiping my tongue over the heated flesh, I drew in a tiny drip of pre-cum from the slit. Delighting in the twitch my delve produced, I repeated the action, my tongue probing deeper and my lips pressing a hot, wet kiss to the voluptuous head. He moaned my name as his fingers pressed into my scalp, just behind my ears. “Sylvia, ah, yes, just perfect,” he muttered. “Your pretty mouth is so sweet and seeing it act so damn dirty is beautiful.”
I suppressed a twisted grin at his words and beat down the excited fluttering of my heart. I was getting impatient, my mouth felt empty. I wanted it full. Full of Tim. Stretching my jaw wide I suckled the velvety head of his cock onto my tongue. He tasted of salty pre-cum mixed with the fragrant jasmine shower gel, an intoxicating blend of flavors that made me greedy for more. I sucked him in deeper, letting the flared ridge of his glans glide on the flat of my tongue; rounded my lips and created a gentle suction as more and more of his shaft rode into me.
He hissed in a breath and let out several curse words.
I kept on taking him and was vaguely aware of Dean moving me, lifting my body until I was on all fours on the chaise, my butt in the air.
“Your ass is divine,” I heard him say over the music, which was reaching the booming crescendo of this year’s summer hit, Strawberries and Screams. He smoothed his palms over the globes of my butt, trailed his fingers down the backs of my thighs and urged my knees apart.
Dean positioned me as he wanted. My mouth was so full of Tim, Tim and his glorious cock, that I had no mind to object. Tim was tickling the back of my throat now and I concentrated on controlling my gag reflex. He was so wide, so hard, the beating of his pulse filled my mouth the way the beating of the music filled the bathroom. I wanted all o
f him. I wanted his entire shaft in my mouth until my nose was lost in his scratchy pubic hair.
“Honey, that’s it, jeez,” Tim groaned, pulling out and gently pushing back in. “So fucking deep in your throat. It’s awesome.”
He kept a firm hold of my head and began to fuck my mouth, in and out, carefully and considerately. Touching the back of my throat but not ramming into it. My gag reflex relaxed and soon he was slipping down farther than I would have ever thought possible.
Dean was on the chaise behind me, exploring my lower back and my butt cheeks. His fingers slipped to my pussy and two thick digits pushed into my hot entrance, stretching and filling me deliciously.
He leaned over and his chest hair touched my shoulder blades. “You’re so ready for it, Sylvia,” he said. “So damn ready, I’m not going to waste any more time.”
If I hadn’t been pretty sure what he was talking about already, the hint of latex that suddenly touched my nostrils would have filled in the blanks. I went to nod, went to say yes. But I was at Tim’s mercy and he controlled my head and my mouth as he continued his thorough oral fucking.
Dean lifted up from my back. Curled his fingers around my hips and positioned the tip of his sheathed cock at my now-sopping entrance. I jerked my butt encouragingly, my pussy trembled with the need to feel him ramming in.
But he made no move to ram in. He stayed patiently poised, just teasing my entrance. Tim pulled out of my mouth, he didn’t move away, just kept the end of his cock hovering at my lips.
“You want us both?” Dean asked from behind me in a low, deep voice that was so damn sexy.
“Yes,” I said, squirming. I was going to combust. My skin, my blood, my brain was burning for it. “Yes, yes I want you. I need you inside me…now.”
“Are you sure?” Tim asked, rubbing his thumbs over my cheeks.
“God, yes,” I said, reaching forward for his cock, desperate to get it in my mouth again.
“How much?” Dean asked, tightening his hold on my hips to keep me still. “Tell us how much you want us, Sylvia.”
“More than anything,” I said breathlessly. “More than I have ever wanted anything before in my life.”
“I think we can safely say she wants us,” Tim said, and I could hear a smile in his voice.
“Yep, I think we better give it to her,” Dean said tightly.
Then I was being filled.
Tim rode his cock back into my mouth, gliding smoothly over my tongue and palate until he touched my throat. My jaw stretched taut as his hot, steely hardness invaded me.
Dean pushed forward, penetrating my pussy with his long, rigid cock. My tight muscles clamped at the determined plunge. It had been a long time since I’d accommodated a real, live cock. My Lady Finger vibrator had been the most fun I’d had in six months. But Dean didn’t know this and he kept riding up, forcing his way through taut tissue that stretched and burned in a wonderfully tight sensation.
“Ahh, that’s the best. Fucking awesome.” I heard him groan just before Manic Machines’ next track filled the room. An as yet unreleased single called Funkin’ 4 Fun.
He kept on shoving up, squeezing my hipbones as he forged forward. I let out a muffled moan around Tim’s cock and clawed the chaise. It felt so good, being taken by them both. Better than any fantasy I could ever have dreamed up.
Dancing with you ’til I got no feet
Dancing with you ’til you feel the heat
Robbie’s voice screamed out.
Funkin’ with you is the best so forget the rest
I’m dancin’ with you all the way
Dean’s hips were pulsing with the music, so were Tim’s. They were riding into me fast and hard. Each wild drumbeat Tim hammered out on the record matched a jerk of their hips, sending cocks surging into my mouth and pussy.
Dean was hitting my G-spot, the hard tip of his cock rubbing over it perfectly. A feverish wave washed through me. I was getting ready to climax again. Pre-cum oozed from Tim’s cock. I lapped it up and moaned as I clenched Dean. An image of what we must look like to Venus above us crossed my mind. Filthy, animalistic. Naked, sweaty. We were grunting and groaning, my moans of pleasure muffled, the men’s loud and uninhibited.
“My turn,” Tim said suddenly in a strangled voice. He pulled his cock from my mouth and released my head. “Dean…”
“Sure,” Dean replied, stilling his hips. He was buried to the hilt, the tip of his cock, I swear, was hitting my cervix. I squeezed my muscles around him, milked him with my pussy. I let out an unhindered moan of delight as a shudder vibrated through both our bodies.
“Oh, bloody hell,” Dean moaned. “You little minx.” He gave my butt a swift slap. I cried out in surprise as the sting bloomed across my skin and settled in my clit.
“You like that?” he asked, withdrawing his cock and rubbing his hand over the stinging patch of skin.
“Yes, yes,” I panted, wriggling my hips. I’d never felt so alive, so free. I liked it a lot.
His hand came down again, on my other butt cheek this time. A small squeal of pleasure left my lips. Who knew a little spank could feel so good?
“That’s a whole other night of fun,” Tim said, wrapping his hands around my upper arms. “Lift up, Sylvia, I want you to ride me.”
My breaths were rapid and my butt smarting as Tim stretched out on his back beneath me. His long body filled the chaise and his head butted up against the base of the armrest. Dean wrapped his arms around me from behind, holding my waist. He lifted me so I was kneeling with my legs folded on either side of Tim’s hips and my pussy spread open, ready to take him.
Dean straddled the chaise with his feet planted on the floor. I held on to his corded forearms, my back straight and pressed into his chest. Tim rolled a condom down his thick shaft, his eyes narrow and his mouth set tight as he concentrated.
I wriggled impatiently and my breasts squashed against Dean’s arms—pale, soft flesh squashing against the vibrant blues and greens of his tattoo. I wanted to feel Tim inside me. I wanted to sit down on his glorious cock and ride to a fabulous orgasm. But Dean just held me all the tighter, waiting until the condom was fully unfurled.
“Come on, honey,” Tim said, looking up at me when he’d finished. He placed one hand on my bent knee and the other held his cock upright. “Take what you want.”
Dean slowly allowed my body to lower onto Tim’s cock. I gasped at its thickness, at the wide expanse of head I had to accommodate. I threw my arms up behind me and locked them around Dean’s neck, needing to hold on to him as his brother invaded me.
Dean bent his head, kissed my cheek. I twisted and plunged my tongue into his mouth, kissed him urgently as I sank farther down. Our tongues tangled, he tasted of mulled wine and a Marlboro I’d seen him smoke after dinner. He was hot, hot and passionate and he kept on urging my weight downward.
My pussy was on fire, Tim was stretching me, invading me to the limit. I groaned into Dean’s hungry mouth as I reached full capacity, my butt resting on Tim’s thighs and my back arched against Dean.
Tim let out a moan and urged me into a gentle rocking motion. Instantly my clit caught the friction. I whimpered at the intensity and my tongue stopped chasing for Dean’s, though his carried on playing with mine. My clit was buzzing as I rolled backward and forward on Tim’s pubic bone. I could barely think of anything else, my mind was white, and red and black, and Tim and Dean were all that existed.
“Oh, oh,” I gasped. “I’m gonna come…” My whole body was full of electricity about to explode like a lightning bolt. I could actually feel my hairs standing up from the roots.
“Wait,” Dean said, suddenly releasing me. “Together, let’s all come together this first time.” He tipped me forward into Tim’s waiting arms.
Chapter Four
Tim wrapped me up in his big biceps and looked me in the eye. “Relax, honey,” he said. “You gotta trust us for this next bit.”
“What, but I was just about to—”
> “I know, hold that thought, it’s gonna be good,” he said, brushing my damp hair back from my face. “More than good.”
My breasts pressed against Tim’s pecs. The little silver bar was cool against my nipple. The new place deep inside me Tim’s cock was reaching was so concentrated, so profound I gave a shudder of delight even though we were still.
Dean’s hands roamed over me, sliding to the wetness of my pussy and touching the skin at my entrance, stretched thin by his brother’s buried cock.
I whimpered as his fingers journeyed over my anus and circled the small wrinkles of flesh. Suddenly he probed inside my darkest hole. I flinched at the shocking sensation. No one had ever touched me there before. “What—?” I gasped, twisting my neck to look at Dean. “What are you—?”
“Shh.” Tim turned my face back to his. “This is the best way for all of us, keep thinking about that orgasm about to shake your sweet body.”
“Yeah, just relax, Sylvia,” Dean said. “We got loads of lube going on here, it’s gonna be fine.”
He pushed his finger farther into me, up to the second knuckle, and my sphincter tightened of its own accord. “Oh my god,” I panted, dropping my face into Tim’s neck. I was under no illusion what their intention was, and it was oh so bad. I was torn between wild excitement and the urge to run. Run fast and far.
Tim murmured soothing noises into my hair and stroked his hand down my spine. Dean’s finger retreated, but in its place two fingers probed, again pushing into the second knuckle. I felt him wiggle inside me, stroking my internal walls in a way I‘d never experienced before. It was so wicked, so base, but it was starting to feel so damn horny.
Tim gently rocked my hips so my clit was once again sliding against his body. He let out a moan. “Do what you need to do, Dean,” he said. “And don’t take too fucking long.”
“It’ll take as long as it takes,” Dean said as his fingers retracted, stretching and scissoring my tight band of muscle as he went. The nip of pain and the pinch of pleasure dragged a groan from my chest.