“You plan on getting drunk?” That was a lot of alcohol.
“For future visits.”
She liked that idea. “Good plan.”
Hunter parked in front of her triplex, and Derek helped her out. He dragged a tongue down her throat and an electric current blasted her. She glanced around to see if any of the neighbors had caught the erotic act. Because these two were practically royalty in Delight, they should be more discreet.
Once inside, she tossed her purse near the door. “Welcome to my humble abode.” She studied their faces, but they seemed to be experts at shielding their opinion. “I told you it was small.”
Derek lifted her chin with his finger. “I think it’s cozy.”
Hunter jerked his head toward the door. “Think we have time to shower before the pizza man comes?”
Derek huffed. “Fuck no. I plan on spending time cleaning my woman.”
Hunter laughed and her body sizzled. It seemed as though she’d just led them to the sofa when the doorbell rang. Derek jumped up and rushed the ten steps to the door. After he paid the pizza man, he set the box on the table.
“I say we shower first, then eat. We can always heat the food up in the microwave if we take too long. Everyone up for that?” He zoomed toward her.
This was going to be another fine, tit-tingling, pussy-clenching night.
Chapter Nine
There was no way all three of them were going to fit in her tiny shower. Jen probably should have kicked off her shoes outside the bathroom, but that would mean their clothes would have been strewn over the sofa.
“We’ll have to be neat.” She was about to apologize for it being so cramped when Derek leaned in and kissed her.
“Stop worrying. We’re not prima donnas or whatever the male equivalent is. We don’t really care where we live or even how we live for that matter.”
Hunter moved in close. “Hell, give me something soft to sleep on, or next to, and I’m happy.” He winked.
She wasn’t so sure her sofa qualified as soft, but she’d try to remember not to compare their homes again. “How about I help you get undressed?”
Hunter laughed. “As long as you let us reciprocate, I’m game.”
Now came the part she’d been dreaming of since they’d been in the soup kitchen. She slipped her hands under his shirt and lifted it over his head, enjoying the slopes and valleys of his muscles. He had a sprinkling of chocolate-brown hair on his chest, whereas Derek was covered in a tight pattern of black hair across his torso and down his abdomen. After neatly folding the shirt, she placed it on the closed toilet seat.
Derek moved behind her. “Do you have a washing machine in this postage stamp of a place?”
She stuck out her chest. “As a matter of fact, I do. It’s in a closet in the kitchen. It’s the reason I picked this place.” That, and the fact it was cheap and came furnished.
“How about we toss everything in there? By the time we’ve finished eating, the clothes will be clean.”
Both men had spots of tomato sauce on their shirts. They certainly could have driven home in that condition, but if they wanted to eat pizza naked she was all for it.
“Works for me.”
While she would have liked to have finished the chore of stripping them and then easing their clothes over their fine asses and licking their cocks in the process, they seemed to be in a hurry to get undressed.
In the thirty seconds it took for her to get her shirt and tank top off, they stood before her gloriously in the buff. Their cocks were rigid and so divine. Without much thought, she reached out and grabbed a cock in each hand. “Now that’s heaven.”
They all laughed but unfortunately pulled out of her reach a second later. Hunter unhooked her bra while Derek moved behind her, slid his hands along her waist, and unzipped her pants. “You are a dirty girl.”
She figured they were talking not only about her clothes but her attitude, too. “You like me that way.”
With his hand still on her zipper, Derek stopped to nuzzle her neck. “You turn me on more than I could ever say.”
She dropped back her head. “Ditto.” His spicy scent stimulated her pussy and hardened her nipples.
“Keep doing that, bro. You should see her nipples peak.” Hunter’s soft lips brushed the tips.
She groaned as erotic lust swept through her. If they kept going, they’d never get the clothes in the wash or get into the shower.
She straightened. “We shouldn’t get sidetracked.”
“Right. No getting sidetracked.” Hunter failed to keep the grin off his face.
Derek slipped her jeans down her legs, making sure to reach between her legs and slip a finger into her too-wet cunt. “Oh.” She jumped.
She kicked off her sandals and stepped out of her jeans. Standing in front, Hunter slipped his hands under her panties and cupped her rear. Before she realized his plan, he lifted her up on his palms, and she fell back against Derek’s chest. He grabbed her underarms for support.
“Take off her panties, Hunter, but no feasting until after we toss the clothes in the washer.”
“Damn. You offer this goddess to me and I can’t even have a sample?”
Yes, you can.
“Fine. One lick then.”
Hunter set her down then removed her panties. “Pick her up, bro.”
As if she weighed nothing, Derek scooped her up from behind and Hunter lifted her legs up and over his shoulders and moved in. To adjust for the new angle, Derek pressed her higher. One swipe of Hunter’s tongue had her reeling.
“Oh, guys. Oh, God.”
Hunter set her down and Derek righted her. “Why did you stop?” Her breath caught in her chest.
“We love teasing you.”
Derek swatted her butt. “Let’s get these clothes in the machine.”
They were trying to get her all excited then stop. Jerks. But they were lovely jerks though.
All three jogged naked the twelve feet to the closet in the kitchen where she had her stackable machine. They dumped in the clothes, and she poured in the detergent and started the washer.
Hunter swooped her up. “Now for the real fun.”
She giggled, loving how the men treated her so wonderfully. For once she was happy this place hadn’t come with a tub. The shower did fit all three of them, but with only one showerhead, they’d be touching her every which way. Her body sizzled thinking about what was to come.
Hunter turned on the water but didn’t even jerk when the flow came out cold. When it warmed, Hunter pulled the handheld head from the wall and held it over her. Since food had lodged in her hair, she welcomed the hair wash.
Derek motioned his brother for the soap. “How about if I get to clean from the waist down and you get from the waist up?”
“I can wash myself.”
Derek grinned. “We didn’t say you couldn’t, but we plan on taking every opportunity to touch you.”
“That sounds nice.” Turnabout was fair play though.
After Derek metered out the soap onto his palm, she grabbed the bottle and squirted some onto her hand. She had deliciously wicked plans for what she wanted to wash. As she leaned over to put the bottle on the floor, a finger rimmed her back hole. She jerked, having forgotten about the men’s fetish for her ass.
“I couldn’t help it,” Hunter said. “You have the best ass I’ve seen.”
She didn’t believe that for a moment, but her ego certainly appreciated it. In retaliation, she swiveled around and grabbed his cock. He handed the showerhead to Derek and plastered his hands on her tits while Derek slipped a finger into her pussy from behind. A torrent of electric currents rippled up her spine and transported her to a higher plane at the multiple sensations.
She would have suggested they get out now and head straight to bed, but she did need to wash her hair. Hunter tweaked her already hardened nipples and dripped shampoo on her scalp.
“I’ll rub,” she said, a little out of breath.
“I like that, too.” And in my pussy. She also liked the dildo but couldn’t imagine either man’s cock fitting in her ass.
After the shampoo lathered, she needed to rinse. So as not to get the soap in her eyes, she took the showerhead from Derek, turned diagonally to find space, and bent over. As she rinsed, Hunter slipped his hands over her breasts, and he gently twisted her nipples. Derek moved behind her and placed his cock between her ass cheeks. She stiffened, thinking about him fucking her back there.
Derek chuckled. “Don’t worry, darlin’. There’s not enough space to do what I want to do with you.”
Unless he was a magician, he didn’t have any condoms in the bathroom either. She tried to rinse quickly but constantly got distracted between the pinching, pulling, and the fingers in her pussy.
The soap acted as a great lubricant. “I’m clean now.” She stood and handed the showerhead back to Hunter. Her body vibrated with need from all the touching.
One look at Derek’s cock, and she had to have him. She stepped to the side. “Let me rinse Derek’s cock.”
Hunter obliged as he probably figured what would come next. Despite the hardness of the tile, she dropped to her knees and drew Derek into her greedy mouth.
He groaned. “Your mouth is wicked good.”
She would have smiled but didn’t want to break the seal. His balls hardened under her touch. Hunter’s chest pressed against her back as his knees straddled hers.
“Keep doing what you’re doing and ignore me.”
That would be impossible. Wanting to bring satisfaction to Derek, she grabbed his cock with her other hand and gave him a powerful hand job. As her tongue licked and loved him, Hunter pressed hard on one nipple and wrapped his other arm across her belly and between her legs. When he pressed on her clit, she nearly came. Juices flowed and her pulse raced.
It was so hard to pay attention when her body was on fire. Derek clasped her hand.
“Easy, darlin’.”
Oh, shit. Her excitement carried her away. Hunter must have understood, for he rubbed her breasts and removed his fingers from her pussy. The loss almost devastated her until the squish of the soap pump she’d left on the floor sounded. A second later, he slipped a finger into her ass.
She clenched. Hunter dropped his hand from her breast and pinched her ass. “None of that, kitten.”
Immediately, her thoughts ran to the spanking bench and how much she loved the heat that had generated. Because she didn’t want to let her mind wander, she paid close attention to giving Derek the best blow job in the world.
She freed one hand, wrapped it around his thighs, and tugged him close. He clasped onto her head and grabbed a handful of hair. The tension radiating down her body renewed her enthusiasm. Hunter leaned closer and pressed a second finger into and out of her ass.
“Mmm.” With each curl of his fingers, her body soared higher.
“Darlin’, I’m dying here.”
From the way his voice cracked, Derek was close. She tightened her hold and drew her tongue up his length. He gasped and a gush of his hot semen shot into her mouth, blasting the back of her throat. His tangy seed had her exploding with lust. She lifted off and swallowed.
Derek grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to a stand. His kiss was demanding. Even though he’d just come, his cock was still hard. In one thrust, he drove his cock into her pussy, pumped twice, and then withdrew.
He leaned back. “I thought you needed that.”
“I did, but now I want more.”
He chuckled. “Don’t worry. Once we get some energy from that pizza, I can go all night long, so be prepared.”
She couldn’t wait.
If she thought the shower part was erotic, the towel drying was even better.
“Spread your legs and hold your arms out straight.” Hunter raised her chin. “And don’t move or you might not like your punishment.”
There was nothing they could do that she wouldn’t like. “What would that be? Not that I’d ever be bad.”
Derek got on his knees and started drying her calves, inching his way up her legs. Dear God in Heaven, but sparks of need were exploding everywhere from his touch.
Hunter ran the towel over her back. “No sex.”
She lowered her arms but immediately raised them in case he was serious. “You wouldn’t.”
Hunter drew back her wet hair and licked the shell of her ear. “You have no idea what we’re capable of when we want something.” He pinched her ass. “And we want you.”
Thrills cascaded down her shoulders, across her tits, and stimulated her pussy. “Okay.” She wasn’t sure what she really meant, but right now the men were distracting her too much to think straight. “If you don’t hurry, we’ll never get to eat and build our stamina enough to have sex.”
Derek licked her pussy. Once. Damn him.
“We don’t just have sex. We make love.”
That got a laugh out of her. “We fuck and you know it.”
She expected another round of laughter, but the men just groaned. The towel drying went a little faster, but Hunter sure took his sweet time on her tits. With each rough rub, her nipples ached. She might have asked one of them to suck on the tips, but then they’d never eat.
Hunter dragged the towel over her head to get out most of the water. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll just let it air dry.”
“Your hair’s so long it was getting wet what I’d just dried.”
“Story of my life.”
As soon as the towels had been over her body a few times she wanted to offer to do the same to them.
Hunter tapped her arms. “You can put them down.” He rubbed her rear. “How about seeing if the pizza needs heating?” She turned around and was about to grab his cock when he covered himself. “Oh, no you don’t. That’s why I need you to go into the kitchen, so we can dry in peace.”
“Fine.”
* * * *
As soon as Jennifer left the bathroom, Hunter blew out a breath, leaned over the sink, and spit out the blood. “All I can say is thank goodness she didn’t see your hands, bro.” His claws had appeared and the backs had sprouted black hair. “Christ, you need to control yourself.”
Derek inhaled and pressed his claws acting as if he could make them retract manually. “I know, but I’m new at this mate stuff.”
“Like I have experience?”
Derek drew the towel over his body then inhaled. “I love her scent.”
“Shh. She might come back.”
“We have to tell her.”
Hunter was expecting this. “Not yet. We have to know she really likes us and that takes time. We might know she’s going to be our mate, but she doesn’t. Hell, she’s probably still trying to figure out if we really do have a secret society.”
Derek rubbed dry his legs and arms. “When she does, she’s going to freak and all our hard work is going to be for naught.”
That had worried him, too. “We have to believe that when the time comes for her find out, that she’ll be so in love with us that she wouldn’t want to expose us.”
“Dinner’s ready, guys.”
“Coming.” Hunter glared at Derek and waved a finger. “You can keep your cock in her pussy, but you better control those claws.”
He tapped his chest. “Me? Whose blood is that in the sink? Your fangs were dripping with the stuff. Don’t get on my case.”
Derek was right. “Being around her brings out the beast in me.”
“Which is why we need to tell her.”
“Soon.”
Chapter Ten
The two men walked out of the bathroom and her pussy contracted. Both had rock-hard cocks and more muscles than should be allowed. Maybe she should ask them to train her. Her stomach was getting soft and her arms were weak. Being around them made her a little self-conscious.
“Dinner’s ready.” She’d placed the pizza on the t
able, along with three plates.
It was going to be odd eating when all of them were in the buff, but she didn’t want to dress when they had nothing else to put on. Besides, she was horny and wanted them to have sex with her.
Derek picked up the box. “How about we watch some television while we eat?”
He acted like they were some married couple and that sitting around in front of the tube was his idea of a perfect evening. “Sure. Let me get some towels for us to sit on.” There was no way she wanted to put her bare ass on that used sofa.
After she retrieved two towels, she spread them over the cushions. Hunter placed the beers on the coffee table, and they each sat on the ends of the sofa implying she should sit between them. That worked for her.
Her stomach grumbled, and she dug in. Guilt trickled in that she was enjoying these two and not asking more questions. After all, she would have to report something to Mr. Diggers at some point. His patience would wear out after a while.
“Do you two ever work in your antique store?”
They had told her that was what they did for a living.
Hunter scooted closer and wrapped an arm around her. “You do realize we don’t really need to work. Besides, we’d rather spend time with you.”
“You always say the right thing, but I do work you know. Don’t you get bored?” A week ago, they didn’t even know she existed.
Hunter looked over her head. “Derek, she’s starting to warm up to us. She’s worried about our happiness.”
That was not really what she was talking about. “To be really happy, one needs to have goals. Achieving them makes life worthwhile.”
“We have goals,” Hunter said.
She looked up at him. “What are they? And don’t say to pleasure me all day long.”
Derek picked up his beer from the table and drank half of it. “That’s just what I was going to say.”
“Be serious. What do you two do all day?” She held up a finger. “Once more, don’t give me some cock-and-bull story about running around in robes or shifting into panthers who scare the town silly.”
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