Page 16 of Getting Off

The sight of Lucas and Dylan kissing had been enough to make her near crazy with lust. Pleasuring Lucas with Dylan had been an incredible experience.

Now she had one man’s hand on her pussy and another’s cock buried deep inside her, and she was spoiled.

Completely spoiled. Nothing else would ever compare.

As she ground her body sinuously against Lucas’s, riding out the pulsing tremors of her orgasm, she felt more aware of herself as a woman than she ever had before.

Dylan stood and gently cupped her face in his hands. “Would you like to watch me fuck Lucas?”

The suggestion painted hot, erotic images in Brooklyn’s mind.

She did want that. She’d already come twice.

Now she wanted to take a breather and watch them enjoy each other in the hot mist of water surrounding them.

She planted her feet on the tile and stood on shaky legs.

Lucas’s thick cock, still rock hard, slipped free of her pussy, and she felt a vague sense of loss to not have him inside her anymore.

But Dylan’s cock bobbed before her. His erection was huge. She reached for him, gently stroking the velvet-soft skin stretched taut around his shaft. He groaned at the contact.

Lucas stood behind Brooklyn and gently kissed her neck. His lips were a pleasurable tickle, his breath whispering in her ear. “I know you said you wanted to watch, love. But can you take any more? I’m already missing that sweet pussy.”

The heaviness of Lucas’s cock brushed against her backside.

Brooklyn’s mind spun in so many directions.

She thought of how many incredible ways they could enjoy one another.

Having them both at the same time, one in her pussy, one in her ass.

Watching them fuck each other. Sucking one of them as the other man took her hard and fast.

“You can have me any way you want, Lucas,” Brooklyn whispered hoarsely. At this moment, she belonged only to them. “You both can.”

She eased herself down on the clean marble tiles, stretching sinuously because she knew they were watching her move.

She felt sexy and desirable as the water flowed around her body and the water-warmed tiles kissed her back.

She didn’t know how much more of this she could take, but like driving the truck this morning, she was going to give it every bit of her heart.

Lucas was almost shaking with need—his heart slamming, his cock throbbing—as he watched Brooklyn surrender so completely. There was no hesitation in her as she spread her thighs in invitation. She let her hand gently slide across her mound as her fingers toyed with her folds.

“Baby, you are fucking breathtaking,” Dylan growled, voice rough with need. “Later today, I’m going to fuck that pussy so hard I’ll stamp my name on it. Is that clear?”

Brooklyn turned her head to look up at him with a wicked smile. “Oh my, Mr. Pierce,” she said, her voice breathy. “Such dirty talk.” Her eyes flashed. “I’m all yours. I told you both. Any way you want.”

That invitation was music to Lucas’s ears. He knelt between her legs and let his aching cock hover deliciously close to her body but not touching her. Not yet. The water was like a shallow river around them. There was something so incredibly erotic about that. The water. The three of them.

He braced his hands on either side of Brooklyn’s body and lowered his mouth to hers. She tangled her hands in his hair and met his tongue with hers.

The feel of her mouth was so intoxicating that Lucas almost didn’t notice when Dylan’s hands spread his ass cheeks.

There was only pleasure when his lover began to work a cool gel lubricant into the tightly puckered ring of muscle.

Lucas moaned at the contact, groaning against her lips.

Brooklyn sucked his tongue, and Lucas hungrily devoured her mouth.

Lucas slid the tip of his cock down her slit until he was at the right angle.

Then he eased his hips forward, his cock entering her warm sheath.

He groaned in pleasure as he sank deep into her.

Behind him, Dylan pushed his finger into Lucas’s entrance to begin stretching him in preparation for his cock.

“God, you’re tight,” Dylan said roughly. “You’re going to be so good. Do you feel this? This right here, Lucas. This is going to make you come so hard.”

The words were like a whisper in his mind.

Lucas felt the pressure of Dylan’s fingers gently sliding past a spot deep inside his body that made him want to grunt and spill his seed right then and there.

The friction was driving him crazy with need.

Then Dylan’s hand retreated to be replaced by his cock.

The pressure was intense. Then Brooklyn dug her nails into Lucas’s shoulders, and he thrust reflexively into her. The feel of her dampened the urge to lose control and surrender to his climax. Lucas regained control, exhaled and relaxed.

That relaxation allowed Dylan’s erection to slide deeply into him. The three of them were joined, and Lucas felt as if he were full to bursting with desire and pleasure.

He focused again on Brooklyn, on the challenge of making her climax one more time and leaving her utterly sated and exhausted. It was a struggle to keep control of his need to climax, but he fought against the nearly overwhelming buildup of pleasure.

Dylan’s cock made it harder for Lucas to keep control as he began to pound against Lucas’s ass.

The intensity and friction rose higher and higher.

Brooklyn began to pant and moan, eyes closed, wet hair splayed around her.

She was close. Her pussy grew deliciously tight, her body clamping down hard just before she gifted Lucas with the hottest orgasm he’d ever felt in a woman.

It was too much. Lucas lost the battle for control. He shoved his cock deep into Brooklyn and spilled every drop of what he had to give.

He felt Dylan deep inside his ass. The muscles in his anal passage clenched and released, the undulating waves feeling not unlike what he knew Brooklyn was experiencing right now.

The fullness of the moment seemed to stretch on forever, even though it was only a second or two. Then Dylan gently pulled his cock free of Lucas’s hole. The three of them sprawled on the floor of Dylan’s shower in the mist and steam as though they would never rise again.

“See?” Dylan said hoarsely, wiping water out of his eyes. “There’s still hot water. What did I tell you?”

Brooklyn giggled. The sound was beautiful, and Lucas reached out to take her hand in his.

They were all sated and lazy as they got to their feet again and slowly began to lather each other up with soap and wash themselves clean. It was tender. Their motions were gentle and caring. It was intimacy on a different level, but in his mind, no less powerful.