by Jan Springer
He stepped over the rim of the pink tub. Refreshing hot water and tickling bubbles sloshed up to his knees and he set her down on her feet.
“Come on baby, let’s get rid of this dress and you can sit on my lap so we can talk.”
“I’ll do it, you relax and watch,” she whispered.
He sat in the tub sighing as the steaming warm water embraced him and the frothing pink bubbles lapped at his body. Yes, this felt refreshing. But his relief was extremely short-lived as she began to strip.
Her brown eyes glittered as she peered down at him and maneuvered her way out of the sexy spank-dress. He inhaled at her curvy figure emerged and he inspected every inch of her body. Her cheeks were rosy and her lips were swollen and red from his thrusts. Her breasts were flushed pink from the electric racket he’d used on her and her nipples were plump from his mouth. His gaze lowered to her slightly rounded tummy and lower to the intimate area between her thighs. She was nude down there. Her pussy was freshly waxed and pink and ready for penetration. His shaft hardened even more as he thought about what they would do to her next when they took her again.
She hung her dress over the edge of the tub and dangled it from her fingertips. From the bar area, Eric gave a wild, low guttural growl, letting her know that her teasing was getting to him.
She smiled sweetly at Eric and then gazed down at Steve again. He liked the feeling of love that swept through him at the incredible way she gazed at him. Like he was the only guy in the world for her.
She dropped her dress over the edge of the tub. He clenched his jaw and bit back a moan as Sophie crouched over him, facing away. As she settled down over his thighs, his skin sizzled with need. As she sat upon his lap, his cock jerked and pushed against her sweet, hot ass cheeks and his chest muscles rippled and flexed everywhere her soft back touched him.
Man, these reactions to her were almost too intense.
To his surprise, she giggled.
“What?” he asked as he sifted his hands through the water and found her hands. He intertwined his fingers with hers and held them tightly. Now that he had her back, he didn’t want to let her go. Ever.
She angled her head to look back at him. She had a sexy smile curving her lips.
“You look funny sitting in a tub full of pink bubbles,” she whispered.
“Only for you, spank-baby. Only for you.”
“There’s lots of things we would do only for you, Sophie,” Eric said as he stepped beside the tub. His cock was already fully engorged again and just looking at Eric’s shaft made his own thicken in response.
Eric held out a couple of sugar-rimmed cocktail glasses to Steve and he reluctantly untangled his fingers with hers, reached out his hands and took the chilled glasses. He handed one to Sophie and kept one for himself.
Eric grabbed a pink chair and placed it just beside the tub to an area where they could all place their glasses.
“Like what kind of things?” Sophie asked. There was an unmistakeable teasing edge to her voice. He remembered from the past that she got playful after a good round of satisfying spanking sex and he was glad that part of her hadn’t changed at all.
But damn, why’d she have to ask that question? Steve’s cock throbbed beneath her ass and Eric tossed Steve a very dark look as he stepped into the tub with his cocktail glass in hand.
A gaze that warned Steve that he was ready to go another round with Sophie too.
“If I started naming just one, Spanky, you’d be yanked out of that tub so fast it would make your head spin. So let’s just try to talk for a bit.”
Sophie nodded and went silent as she sipped her drink. She must have liked it because she made the sexiest little mmm sound that had him snapping eye contact again with Eric, who looked back at him with a couple of tense muscles jerking in his left cheek. A sure sign he was holding tight to his self-control.
They became quiet and the only sound in the room was the tinkle of water and the pops of hundreds of little bubbles in the bubble bath exploding around them.
Steve took this close up opportunity to admire the bright golden highlights in her blond curls as the strands sparkled beneath the dim lights. The highlights were the same engaging color as the flecks in her eyes. An intriguing color that reminded him of a lioness’ mane and he and Eric where the lions.
Steve shook his head at that crazy idea and pressed his lips to the edge of the cool sugar-rimmed drink. Sweetness and cold liquid splashed against his taste buds and smoothed down his throat. Before they’d both found jobs on oil rigs, Eric had been a bartender and he’d always made a damned good drink. This time was no exception.
“Time to talk, baby,” Eric spoke.
Steve didn’t miss the slight tenseness of her naked shoulders and he hoped Sophie wasn’t going to disappoint them when she found out their plans.
Chapter Five
Eric noticed how quickly Sophie’s pretty smile faded when he mentioned they should talk. Suddenly she looked uncomfortable. Had he read her body signals all wrong when he’d been making love to her just moments ago on that spank bench? When he’d mentioned to get rid of that spanking machine because she would have them, her entire body had relaxed and she’d quickly been swept into a body wrenching orgasm.
Her anal muscles had clenched his shaft so damned tightly he’d thought he’d died and gone to heaven at the arousal searing into his brain.
He may as well come directly to the point. Better to find out now if she didn’t need them. He just hoped she hungered for them, because he sure as hell wanted her back. Not just because he was jealous of the way she’d strutted out there on that dance floor with her cute ass cheeks dangling out of her dress, but he needed to know because he genuinely cared for her.
Hell, who was he kidding? He’d fallen in love with her the instant she’d shyly avoided eye contact with him when they’d first met years ago. He knew Steve felt the same way.
They’d had plenty of time to talk about it while living and working on the oil rig off the coast of Newfoundland. Unfortunately the topic of Sophie had been a sensitive one shortly after they’d left her. It had been too hard to talk about her so they’d avoided conversations where she was concerned.
When the hurt had subsided to a tolerable pain, they’d begun talking about her and had finally decided to come back. She was the woman for them. Now all they had to do was convince her and in the sorrowful way she was staring at him, it made his gut twist in despair.
Maybe she didn’t want them after all?
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
*
Somehow Sophie managed not to moan as the thick length of Steve’s shaft continued to throb teasingly against her left ass cheek. The last thing she should have done was sit in his lap. Every powerful muscle of where his body intimately caressed her flesh sparked a longing for more of his touches and for more sex.
And now with Eric sitting nipple deep in pink bubbles across from her, his long legs touching hers beneath the water, she found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on speaking let alone forming a thought, especially when all she wanted to do was have more sizzling sex with the two of them.
“We just found out the other night from Marley and Claire that you really had wanted us to stay back then, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to tell us,” Eric said coolly.
Stunned surprise rolled over her. Marley and Claire? Why would they betray her confidence? They must have told the guys about her sex machine too.
“Um, exactly what did you all discuss about me?”
Eric’s gaze darkened. She wasn’t sure if it was because he was suddenly angry or if his eyes were darkening because he wanted to have sex with her again. Or maybe it was both?
“You’ve got some really good friends in Claire and Marley. They confided that you were devastated when we’d left. Why didn’t you tell us not to go?” Eric growled.
His nostrils were flaring like a raging bull’s. Yep, he was pissed.
But the f
ull impact of his anger didn’t penetrate the arousal Steve was creating as his hot breath tickled her left earlobe and he nudged his warm lips against the sensitive area between her neck and shoulder. The intimate touch sent tingles of delight shimmering through her and she could barely deposit her now empty glass onto the nearby chair Eric had pulled up beside the tub.
“Yeah, baby, why didn’t you say something?” Eric added.
Wow, how easily they spoke about feelings she found difficult to express.
Oh damn. She’d always preferred not to say anything about her issues from the past for fear people would think she was whining. She should be spilling her guts and telling them and suddenly she just blurt it out.
“I…I don’t like confrontations. I’ve had too many in my past and I try to avoid anything emotional,” she confessed.
And her emotions ran very deep with these two guys even though they’d only known each other a few short weeks back then.
“Claire said you have problems verbally expressing your feelings. I didn’t get that when we were together,” Steve murmured.
Thanks a bunch, Claire. Embarrassment made her cheeks heat, but Eric held her gaze.
“I…was under the mistaken impression that you guys could read my mind. I apologize for thinking that and for being mad at you because of my insecurities.”
“You should have told us you didn’t want us to go, because we wanted to take you with us.”
Sophie blinked in surprise.
“You did?”
“Yeah, we did,” Steve murmured.
“But you kind of gave us the brush off,” Eric said.
Guilt pummelled Sophie.
“I’m so sorry. I…I just wanted you guys gone when you said you were going. I didn’t want to deal with it. But I’ve been dealing with it since then, blaming you two because I thought you should have known that I wanted you to stay. I can see now how wrong I was and I really feel badly in the way I treated you two that day.”
They’d been so happy when they’d told her the news about their lucrative job and that they were leaving the next day. She certainly hadn’t wanted to burst their bubble when they’d met for dinner at the local restaurant. She’d simply nodded and concealed her shock and given them the cold shoulder attitude.
“Thankfully Claire and Marley did the talking for you the other night,” Steve whispered against her ear.
“They are genuine caring friends. I hope you don’t hold it against them for telling us personal stuff,” Eric said.
She could barely shake her head as emotions thick and raw swelled unexpectedly into her chest.
Her best friends had done the talking for her. Marley and Claire had said what she should have told the guys.
“Which leads me to my next question,” Eric said. His voice was softer, gentler.
“Do you want us to stay?”
“Of course I do,” she said without hesitation.
“See baby, how easy that was?” Steve murmured. His hot lips swept butterfly kisses over her left shoulder.
Oh wow, his kisses unleashed sweet tingles across her flesh.
“Rachel insisted on picking the pink room for you and she prepared it too, when she found out we wanted you tonight,” Eric said with a grin.
“And Jaxie wouldn’t let us bid on you because we weren’t on her damn list of bidders. She insisted you were going to two other guys who’d put in the highest offer. That was so not going to happen, so we tripled the offer and Jaxie accepted. I’m pretty sure Marley and Claire were in on this auction too. They must have been as there was no mention of you being in the auction when we talked or we would have put our name on the list,” Steve muttered as he kissed a hot line across her shoulder blades.
Oh damn, that feels good.
“Your lady friends are keepers.” Genuine warmth and appreciation laced Eric’s lust-drenched voice.
That her best friends and the two guys she really liked had gotten together to discuss her was unbelievable. She couldn’t believe her luck at having such wonderful people in her life. She would have to thank everyone for setting this up. Wow, and to think it may never have happened in the first place if she’d just spoken up that night and told the guys what she wanted.
She should have listened to Stacey and fought for what she wanted in life. She wanted them. Sophie sent up a silent thanks to the best foster mom she’d ever had. Stacey had been a single woman who’d opened her door to Sophie when she’d been thirteen and wrapped inside a shell of shyness with no hope.
Because Sophie hadn’t fought for what she wanted, she’d almost lost Steve and Eric forever. The possibility was great that they could simply have gone on with their lives and believed she’d been a bitch.
“And since you’re frowning and feeling so bad about things, we’re going to make you feel really good,” Eric said. She trembled as promise flared in his eyes.
“But first, I need to spank her ass for being such a bad girl in the first place,” Steve whispered against her ear.
Familiar excitement roared through her.
The men had her on her feet in an instant. Water and bubbles slid off their powerful bodies as they helped her out of the tub. Warm tiles greeted her bare feet, but she didn’t pay much attention to it as Steve sat down on a nearby chair and patted his thigh. His eyes twinkled with invitation.
“Go on, spank-baby, you know the position,” Eric growled from behind her.
She swallowed at her suddenly dry mouth and her legs trembled as Eric helped her lay belly down across Steve’s lap. Her toes touched the tiles and her breasts hung over Steve’s right thigh. She allowed her head to drop, and she splayed her hands onto the floor for some support. Beneath her stomach was the massive imprint of Steve’s shaft.
She didn’t have time to appreciate his size because magnificent pain blistered across her ass cheeks as both men slapped her butt at the same time. With every well-placed powerful slap the wicked pain seared deep into her sensitive flesh. Each firm contact from their palms made her gasp and twist on Steve’s lap.
She knew that’s why he liked to spank her. Her movements rubbed against his cock and balls. For Eric it was a chance to punish and dominate her.
Another searing smack chased thoughts from her mind. She could feel Steve’s cock hardening, throbbing and burning against her stomach. Her heart thundered and perspiration blossomed over her flesh.
Every smack of their palms brought a new round of sharp tingles. Of heat and the need for more pain. The uncontrolled hunger for more pleasure and the desperate need for double penetration.
Another searing slap had her self-control disintegrate. She melted onto Steve’s lap and whimpered in surrender.
Eric growled in response.
“Fuck, she’s blushing beautifully. I can’t take much more. I need to take her ass,” Steve muttered.
Music to her ears.
“Hurry,” she urged and gasped for breath. More pain blistered across her rear as Steve slapped her again. Anticipation and need twisted into desperation. She began to keen.
Eric swore.
“Get the condoms,” Steve demanded.
“On it,” Eric answered.
Steve continued with his blistering smacks and soon she was in that sweet spank zone of excitement that she loved. Her mind buzzed with desperation and her body hummed with arousal.
The zip of foil being ripped screamed through the air. The condoms!
Hurry! Hurry!
She was breathing so fast now, it hurt.
“I need you, sweetheart,” Eric said.
He slipped an arm beneath her thighs and another beneath her breasts and lifted her off Steve and then tenderly set her on her feet. She kept her eyes closed as her hands curled over his broad, damp shoulders.
His hands encircled her waist.
“Take me inside of you,” he said softly.
He pressed his big, hard body against hers and pushed his swollen member into her wet vagina. She moaned as
her inner muscles gripped his incredible length.
The slurp of lube ravished her senses and a moment later Steve’s hands curled over her shoulders. She trembled as he sucked her right earlobe into his mouth and began an erotic nibble.
“We’ll be moving into your place, baby,” Eric muttered. His mouth caressed her lips in a feather light kiss.
She wouldn’t think of denying them access to her home or to her. She wanted them with her always. She would learn to communicate with them. She would get what she wanted and she wanted them so much.
She opened her mouth and boldly kissed Eric. Then she thrust her tongue into his warm mouth and dueled with his tongue. His body tightened against hers. At his primal groan, tingles of delight rippled through her and a wonderful headiness made her hold tight to his shoulders.
Eric withdrew his shaft and her breath escaped as Steve pressed his lubed cock against her tight sphincter. Pressure filled her ass as his immense, slick length slid inside. Heat and tension built inside her.
Steve withdrew. Eric thrust his hips against her, his thick cock impaling her.
Her legs trembled. Heat and pleasure uncurled.
Within seconds, Steve and Eric were rocking against her, their cocks plunging in and out at a steady, fast rhythm. Wild sensations surged into her system. Hunger, need, pleasure intertwined.
They bucked against her. They filled her and fucked her. When they both drove their cocks into her at the same time, three became one and Sophie flew over the edge into pure bliss.
Convulsive shudders wrapped around her and carried her into a world of sparkling stars and white-hot arcs of orgasmic pleasure.
She truly was home now. Truly she belonged to someone and that’s all she’d ever wanted.
*
“Alright, ladies, now that you are all here, I may as well come right out and tell you why you’ve been summoned on this sunny spring Sunday afternoon,” Sophie said as she placed a couple of huge trays piled with cheese and Italian cold cut arrangements onto the dining room table beside the bowl of freshly baked buns and the large coffee.
The women, who’d all been engaged in conversation with each other, took their seats at the table and fell silent as they peered up at her.
