Jonah just nodded and strode away. Back to the cabin where his wife and daughter were waiting for him. Graham didn’t like the feeling of envy that crept over him every time he thought about what Jonah had. Shoving the thoughts aside, he silently turned the handle and eased the door open. He gestured for Zach to enter ahead of him and slipped inside, closing the door as silently as he’d opened it.
They both crept across the yellow and white tiled floor toward the steam that was wafting from the shower area. The warmth seemed to melt the chunk of ice that had formed in his chest. Graham froze at the threshold. Ro was sitting sideways on the folding chair, bent over at the waist, reaching for a bottle of Allison’s shampoo that sat on the floor. With the back of the chair facing away from the entrance, he and Zach had an unobstructed view of Ro’s wet, naked body. As though she’d heard them, her head whipped around, wet ropes of hair swinging.
“You going to stand there and watch, or are you coming in this time?”
Ro couldn’t explain it, but she could feel them standing there. And she’d made a split second decision. She could be pissed about the change in plans, or she could savor the moments she had left with Graham and Zach.
She’d felt more alive last night than she ever had before. She wanted to feel that way again.
Zach yanked his shirt up over his head and kicked his partially laced boots off before tackling his fly. Graham didn’t move. She could tell he was dissecting her reaction. Trying to glean her motivation for the invitation after their words earlier. She decided to save him the trouble.
“I’ve spent most of my life existing. But last night I felt like I was finally living. I want to feel like that again.”
Graham must have decided her explanation was enough because, without breaking eye contact, he reached behind him and grabbed a handful of his shirt and tugged it over his head. His eyes were still on her as he dropped the shirt to the floor and bent over to unlace his boots. The ripple of his abs as he bent down was a feast for her eyes. Distracted, Ro jumped when a hot mouth landed on her shoulder, slowly making its way to her neck. Zach. He scraped along the sensitive skin, and Ro leaned back, trying to get closer to him. Hands slid around her to cup her breasts, and fingers toyed with her nipples, bringing them to hard points.
As Graham stepped into the shower, fully nude, Ro couldn’t help but be amazed that, in this moment, they were both hers. She reveled in the thrill. Graham’s heavy cock, already stiff and straining toward his navel, bounced as he closed the distance between them stepped under the spray in front of her. His cock was at the perfect level for her mouth. But he had different ideas, because he tilted her chin up with a finger.
“Zach’s been kind enough to present those tits so perfectly; I think I have to fuck them,” he said. His tone had evolved into a low, gravelly rumble.
Ro swallowed as he came closer, nudging her legs apart with one knee so he could step between them. This position left Ro completely open to them, at their mercy. She shivered at the thought.
“Cold, baby?” Zach asked.
Ro just shook her head and stared up at Graham as he fisted his cock and tugged roughly.
“Arch your back, baby. Stick these gorgeous tits out for Graham,” Zach said.
Ro complied, and was rewarded with Graham positioning the head of his cock in the valley of her breasts. Zach squeezed them together and Graham groaned. Her water-slicked skin provided enough lubrication for Graham to slide between them.
Ro couldn’t help but watch as the head of his cock appeared. She licked her lips. Graham reached out to grip the base of her neck. She looked up at him.
“Suck the head on the upstroke. You’re going to get me off with nothing but your tits and your tongue, and I’m going to give you an honest-to-god pearl necklace.”
Ro moaned as he slid his cock back down, and then as he thrust up, she felt his cock tunnel into her mouth. She laved the head with her tongue.
“Fuck, babe. Just like that,” he groaned.
His words and their actions had her squirming on her seat. She furtively reached between her legs and found herself soaked—and not from the shower spray. She moaned as she found her clit, and Graham tunneled into her mouth again and again. Zach rolled her nipples, pinching and tugging on them until Ro couldn’t hold still. Graham clutched at her shoulders, stilling her movements, and increased his pace. The head of his cock fucking in and out of her mouth was erotic, and she slid two fingers inside herself, spreading her legs wider. Graham stilled, and Ro looked up to see his gaze glued between her legs where she was finger-fucking herself.
He groaned, and said, “You’re gonna make yourself come when I say. You got that?”
Ro nodded, and as Graham resumed his thrusts, she timed her movements to his.
“Goddamn, now. Come now.”
Ro pressed down hard on her clit, and Zach tugged and twisted her nipples. She unraveled as the climax rushed over her. Hot jets of semen spurted onto her chest as she rode out her orgasm.