After I left for college, I quickly learned not to mind terrible bathrooms when I had to use a communal one at the dorms. To say that it was a scary place for germophobes is a gross understatement. And that was a female-only dorm.
So I was a little apprehensive when I first used Jack’s bathroom: I’d heard horror stories about the mess guys can make. I needn’t have worried. Jack’s super neat, and his bathroom is very clean. There’s only one wet towel on the floor that I suspect might be Ty’s.
I turn on the shower, then use the toilet. Brushing my teeth takes me long enough that the water is hot when I step under the spray. I sigh in relief, letting the stream of water unknot my stiff muscles—all that tension last night wasn’t good for my inner peace, that’s for sure.
The bathroom door opens, and my two impossible sea dragons join me inside.
“Really?” I pour shampoo into my cupped palm.
Ty whips off his t-shirt. “Do you want us to leave?”
I bite my lip. “No.”
Jack grins at me as he slowly pushes down his jeans. He’s not wearing anything under them, and I let out an involuntary groan at the sight of his already hard cock.
Ty steps into the shower stall and turns me to face away from him. He digs his fingers into my hair and massages my scalp. I let myself relax under his touch. Ineedthis. After last night’s events, I want both of them as close as possible, to make sure we’re still as good together as I remember.
Jack grabs the soap and lathers up his hands. He washes every inch of my skin, his work-roughened palms sliding over my body. It seems so innocent at first: he strokes my arms and rubs my hands, then kneels in front of me to wash my feet.
But he doesn’t get up. Instead, he has me spread my legs farther apart and brings his mouth to my center. In one swift move, he licks my clit, just as Ty reaches around me and pinches my nipples with both hands. My body arches under their attention, my nerves lighting up like fireworks. The way they complete each other when pleasuring me is incredible, and I never want them to stop.
Jack brings me to the edge within minutes, and I try to tug his too-short hair to have him stand up. I want him inside me—I want thembothinside me—but they don’t let go until I shatter in my first orgasm. My cries echo around the small bathroom, and Ty catches my mouth in a scorching, passionate kiss.
Jack gets to his feet in front of me, and he’s so gorgeous, my post-orgasm brain has trouble forming words.
“Come here.” I motion him closer. “Please.”
The last word comes out as a desperate plea: my core is throbbing with need. I wrap my wet hand around his thick cock and slide it down its length. Jack hisses, then picks me up in one fast motion. I wrap my legs around his waist, grip his dick, and sink down on it in a smooth, long slide.
We both gasp, and Jack’s hands grip my thighs so tightly, I might get bruised, but I don’t care. He fills me up so good, there’s nowhere I’d rather be right now.
Then Ty approaches from behind, caressing my ass cheeks. I shiver despite the hot water sluicing over us. Jack and I remain motionless, even though my core clenches around him, and he groans quietly in my ear. But Ty is getting me ready, and we can’t rush this. He kisses my shoulder and sinks his teeth into my skin, just hard enough to hurt. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced, to be caught between these two men, waiting for them to fuck me.
He dips a finger inside my core, the fit tight with Jack’s cock in there, and Jack’s hips rock forward as though he can’t hold back anymore.
“Hurry,” he growls through clenched teeth.
Ty chuckles but does nothing to speed up his movements. He tracks my moisture up to my ass and prepares me for himself. I tremble in Jack’s grip and wrap myself around him; in the process, I sink lower and feel him all the way inside.
“Ty,” I whimper. “I need to move.”
“Yeah,” he rasps behind me. “Give me a sec.”
He fits himself at my opening and slowly pushes forward. The stretch has become familiar now, and I anticipate the slight moment of burn before he slides right in, seating himself fully inside me.
For a moment, no one so much as breathes.
Then, “Fuck,” Jack groans. “Fuck, Ty.”
It takes us several strokes to find our rhythm, but when we do, it’s freakingmagical. There’s no room for talking, no need for sweet words, when they love me with their bodies, with their hands, proving with every worshipful touch that they’d do anything for me.
I come silently, my voice stolen from the force of the pleasure, and clench down around them. My senses overload with the most perfect climax. My eyes drift closed, and I let myself be held by them as they shudder into their releases inside me.
Our harsh breaths and the rush of water are the only sounds in the bathroom. We all come down from that extraordinary high. At last, Ty retreats, and Jack gently puts me on my feet. I sway, but they’re there to support me, and we wash each other with lazy movements until the water starts to run cold.
In slow increments, my awareness of the outside world returns. The rasp of the towel against my sensitive skin is almost too much, and I shiver when the cooler air from the bedroom flows through the open door. Too soon, I’m dressed and sitting on the bed, and my mind finally wraps itself around everything that happened last night.
Jack and Ty sit on either side of me.
