“Delicious,” Lincoln murmurs. He sinks his teeth into my thigh, and I cry out his name.
“How nice of you to make yourself into a treat for us,” Everett says. His tongue licks up my chest and across my shoulder. “You’re such a good girl, starlight.”
“Fuck,” I groan.
“Not yet,” Lincoln says. “You’re all messy now.”
“Just—just going to get messy later anyway,” I manage to gasp out. But when the men pull back and I flick my gaze over them, I can see that they’re just as messy as I am now. Their lips are shiny and their faces are sticky, and we must look like we fell into a dessert and had to eat our way out.
Everett scoops me up without another word, carrying me through to the bathroom. Cash gets the water going, humming as it heats up, and it’s convenient that none of us have bothered to get dressed for the last couple of days.
We can all move right into the shower without having to pause to get naked.
They set me on my feet, and I lean against the tile, letting the warmth of the water sluice over me. It feels good on my sore body, rinsing away the sweat and cum and slick and ice cream that have been splattered all over my body.
Cash reaches for my body wash, and he soaps up a loofah, getting it sudsy before dragging it over my skin. The feeling of that makes me shiver, pressing into the touch, and it’s not long before he abandons the loofah entirely and uses his hands.
Lincoln and Everett do the same, each of them taking a part of my body and soaping me up, getting me clean, but also just enjoying touching me. Lincoln’s at my back, his hands skimmingdown my spine and over my ass, and I moan softly, bucking back against him.
“Needy already?” he murmurs, his voice quiet under the sound of the shower. It goes right to my core all the same though, and I nod, reaching behind me to try to get a handful of his cock.
“Please,” I pant. “I need?—”
“What?” Cash sounds amused as he soaps up my breasts, thumbing over the nipples slowly. “What do you need? Tell us.”
I’m too fucked out to care how bold I sound right now. They want me to ask for what I want, so I’m going to do just that.
“Fuck me. Please? Right here in the shower. Against the wall. I don’t care where, just please.” I press back against Lincoln, grinding my ass, slick with soap suds, right into his cock. It’s hard and getting harder by the second now.
He groans, grabbing onto my hips.
“You need it that badly, don’t you?” he asks, but it’s not really a question. He can feel it and smell it, even with the soap and water. It’s not enough to dilute the scent of my need, I know.
“Please.”
“I can’t deny you anything, wildflower,” he says, laughing under his breath. “Come here.”
He picks me up, and I don’t flinch from his touch or second guess whether I’m too heavy for him. When he presses me against the wall, I’m not thinking about how this is going to work. I just wrap my legs around his waist and cling to his shoulders as he presses into me.
“How are you still so fucking tight?” he growls. “Every time it’s so fucking good.”
I nod along because itis.Every time it feels fucking amazing, and I’m out of my mind with how much I want it each time.
Lincoln fucks into me hard and fast, and I hold on, just taking it. His hips thrust steadily, burying that perfect cock in me timeand time again. My moans echo over the tiles, and I don’t hold anything back. I let them hear how good this is and see how far gone I am for it.
When Lincoln pulls me away from the wall, Everett slides in behind me. He kisses along the curve of my neck, licking away the drops of water as they trail down my skin. Cash’s hands are busy between our bodies, touching my nipples, pinching and rolling them. It adds little sparks of the perfect amount of pain to the pleasure coursing through me, and I throw my head back and cry out for them.
“Just like that,” Lincoln praises me. “You take it so well. You’re so fucking perfect. Can’t get over how perfect you are.”
It’s deep and rough and perfect, and it doesn’t matter how many times they’ve made me come already, it always feels so intense when I can feel myself cresting that hill again. The pressure and heat build inside me, and I dig my nails into Lincoln’s shoulders, clawing him up as I ride it out.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant, breathless and overwhelmed. “Right there. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
“Never,” he promises.
Between the three of them, they work me into a frenzy, and when I come, it’s with a rough cry that echoes off the tiles. It hits me like a wave, making me clench around Lincoln, dragging his orgasm out of him as well. His knot swells, locking us together, and it takes long minutes before I can breathe normally again.
Everett and Cash keep touching me, grounding me again, bringing me back down from that amazing high. I’m so grateful for them like this, and I let them take care of me, drifting in and out until Lincoln’s knot goes down.