But Truly did.
She’d seen them in a kiss and grab session in the back of the restaurant when they were supposed to be breaking down boxes. No one else had been on site, and Truly had been taking pictures of the building to give to the designer. Clay and Louis had thought they were alone. And though she was a little ashamed to admit it, she’d let them continue to believe it, hiding in the shadows, fascinated by their embrace. She had no problem with men enjoying each other’s bodies. In fact, the idea was more than intoxicating. What did confuse her was how attentive they were with her. All the signs of mutual attraction were there. The eye contact, the innuendo.
Except they fondled each other and fed her.
She stuck out her lower lip and sucked in her stomach. She really needed another Zumba class. Soon.
Her hand came up to touch the mark on her breast. The mark that hadn’t been there this morning. Nate. She remembered him biting at her nipple, sucking the pain away and driving her to distraction with his tongue. Her body heated at the memory, a pink flush appearing across her chest and stomach as she recalled his touch. It didn’t matter that he’d had an agenda. That he’d only been trying to scare her away. No man had ever made her feel like that. Had so easily taken away her control.
She slid back the shower curtain and stepped beneath the hot spray, her hand still caressing the love bite. Her other hand slid between her legs, and she closed her eyes. She was so sensitive. So wet. Her stomach was tight with need, her mind full of what ifs. What if he hadn’t stopped? What if he’d lifted her skirt and taken her, right there, in the cool walk-in? What if Clay or Louis had seen? Joined in?
She bit her lip in frustration. She’d never be able to go over there. To be alone with the three of them like this. How could she hold the camera when her hands were shaking with arousal?
She reached outside of the curtain to open the cabinet beneath the sink, grabbing the objects she only used in case of emergencies. Or desperation. One was seven inches of bright blue relief with a suction cup. The other was short and thick, but just as heavenly. The shower dildo and plug she’d gotten at one of her friends last sex toy parties.
At the time she’d just gotten it to be supportive. That’s what she told herself. But she knew it was more than that. She’d always fantasized about threesomes, ever since she’d read her first ménage, but knew she’d never have the nerve to experiment in real life. Or the opportunity, she smiled ruefully.
No wonder she had the hots for all three of her clients. Leave it to her to lust after the impossible. Maybe that was why she was still single—though it wasn’t the answer she could see giving to her mother when she asked during their weekly phone call. “Well, Mom. I don’t think one man could satisfy me. At least, not all the time.” That would go over so well.
She would just have to be satisfied with her toys.
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nbsp; The moment she’d tried them, she’d fallen a little bit in love. Okay, a lot in love. She hated the handheld vibrators, especially when she had to do all the holding. It took the fantasy away. But these. She could almost imagine her dream men were behind her, loving how her hips pumped back against them, wanting her to come.
She positioned the smooth synthetic erection on the wall behind her, her heart racing, her body ready for release. She picked up the small bottle of lubricant she kept beside her hair conditioner and flipped open the cap, watching the honey-thick liquid coat the plug in her hand.
Truly often wondered at her odd desires. At how readily she’d taken to the strange device. How much she loved the feeling of fullness, the stretch of the plug in that tight, forbidden place. Did Clay and Louis do more than what she’d seen behind the restaurant? Did they feel as dangerous, as deliciously decadent as she did with her plug inside her?
She was so twisted.
The water pounded against her sensitive skin, her breasts as she bent over. She clutched the metal handhold and spread her legs, and her breath hissed out from her mouth as she spread her cheeks with her free hand and began to insert the plug. Gasping at the first probing glance of the cone shaped toy, she closed her eyes, expecting to see her imaginary lover.
No. The shadowed figure wasn’t there. He had transformed into Nate. Nate was behind her, directing her onto his erection. Sliding his thick arousal into her ass. She moaned at the thought, and aligned her drenched sex with the phallus standing at attention behind her.
Yes. Yes, this was what she needed. So full. So incredible. She saw Nate’s smile behind her closed eyelids. Saw him lick his lips as he stared down at her full curves. He wanted her. He wanted her to ride him, to fuck him. And not only him. He wanted her to take the others as well. Clay and Louis.
She pushed her hips back, filling herself, starting a rhythm that she knew would take her where she needed to go. Nate inside her. Nate loving her. His hard cock stretching her again and again.
Her free hand pinched and twisted the marked nipple once more, loving the sting. In her mind Nate was taking control, overwhelmed with desire. For her. And he wasn’t alone. Clay was there too. Oh God, yes. Shy Clay, not so shy now as he pumped inside her, his large muscles gleaming with droplets of water and sweat.
Then Louis took over, pushing Clay out of the way to get a turn. The lean blond man smiled his trademark, one-sided smile as he slid his long cock inside her.
All of them. Impossible, but oh-so-amazing. She wanted to beg, wanted to beg them to take her, all of them. Fill her mouth, slide between her breasts as well as her sex, her ass. Anything. Everything. She needed to come.
Her fantasy turned a new corner, and an image of Clay towering behind Louis had her shaking. He urged Louis forward, deeper inside Truly with the pressure of his hand at his back, bending him over her. She glanced over her shoulder and Clay looked into her eyes, his own no longer shy, almost challenging as he thrust inside his lover. Each powerful pump of his hips had Truly and Louis moaning. She couldn’t believe how sexy this was. How desperately she wanted it to be real. Including Nate, his large palm stroking his cock as he watched them. Watched her find her pleasure.
A hand left her breast and returned to her swollen clit. Whose hand she didn’t know, didn’t care, as long as it touched her, rubbed her…ahhh…just like that. She cried out as the hard, fast thrusts behind her threw her over the edge, her back arching at the power of her climax.
She slid to her knees in the shower, letting the water wash over her until her body stopped quivering. The cooling liquid brought her back to Earth quickly, and she let out a slightly hysterical chuckle.
That was one fantasy she’d never share with a therapist. Talk about greedy. Three men at once? In reality, she told herself, she would be happy with just one man. As long as he could make her feel like that.
“Keep dreaming, Truly,” her voice echoed off the shower tiles.
After tonight she’d let Robert set her up with one of his kinky friends. He was a part of the furry handcuff and riding crop set, after all. Not that she wanted to be spanked. She blushed as the glow of satisfaction was jolted by a fresh burst of arousal and chuckled to herself. She needed to get some of this built up lust out of her system before she lost it and attacked her poor clients.
No matter how much she’d enjoy it.