Page 101 of My Crazy Killers
I nod my head eagerly. “Yeah. I like it a lot.”
“I fucking missed that mouth,” Pete groans before fisting his cock. The action has my hands gripping the edge of the counter tightly as a small whimper of desire escapes my lips.
“Let’s get you in the shower before you start using it,” Sly says as he lifts me down onto my feet and guides me under the warm spray of water. Instantly, my face finds the warm water, and I tilt my head back and groan. I missed this. Showers at the detention centre were terrible. Being watched meant I had to be as quick as possible, and I never enjoyed them.
My eyes close as I let the water flow over me. I rub my hands over my skin until two bodies join me, pressing into my front and back. I move my face out of the water so I can watch as Pete squeezes some body wash into his hand, then Sly’s. I hold out my hand, and he gives me some, too.
Their hands are on me instantly, scrubbing me clean as I place my hands on Pete’s chest, making sure to feel every muscle as I go. The next few minutes are filled with a lot of rubbing and scrubbing, as I’m turned back and forth between them as we clean each other. I make them turn around so I can clean their backs and their tight asses. I take my time cleaning their cocks, they seem to think that my breasts and pussy are especially dirty as they spend a lot of time there.
My body is humming with energy, not just from this shower session, but from weeks of pent-up orgasms. And I start to wonder how much they touched themselves in this very shower while I was away. “Did you touch yourselves and think of me, while I was locked up?” I ask breathily as I stroke Sly’s cock in one hand in front of me, and Pete’s in my other behind my back.
“No,” Sly says, his finger trailing up and down my folds, barely grazing my clit before he moves down again. “I refused to touch myself while you were in danger.”
“Me too,” Pete admits.
“Really?” I ask in shock. “Isn’t that like… really difficult?”
“Let's just say I’m only a few strokes away from coming all over your ass,” Pete says with a groan.
“Oh, I see.” I slow my strokes down as I ask. “Does that mean you don’t want to come in my ass?” I accentuate that by pushing it back against him, and he groans.
“Careful, my little vixen,” Sly says in warning.
“Of what?” I ask, lifting my eyes to meet his. “Pushing you two too far?”
“Yes,” he grits out as he slides a finger inside me.
I gasp and swallow as I try to speak. “The way I see it, I’ve been in this shower with you for almost ten minutes, andneither of you has kissed me or given me an orgasm yet. I think I need to push you, because either you think I’m broken, or you’ve forgotten how to make me come.”
Pete chuckles, but Sly? His eyes turn molten as hunger and determination fill him. Silently, he sinks a second finger into me, then curls them both, instantly connecting with my G-spot.
My entire body tightens, and I gasp, my hands releasing both of them as they shoot out to grab his biceps in support. His free hand starts to pinch at one of my nipples, then suddenly Pete is pressing a finger into my ass, his free hand coming around to pinch my clit.
I cry out as an orgasm rushes out of me, but Sly crashes his mouth over mine, his tongue swooping in to claim me as his all over again. I submit to him, letting him take charge as my body convulses and twitches between the two of them.
When my fingers start to loosen on his arms, and my body stops shaking, he finally lifts his mouth and removes his fingers, a pleased smirk pulling at his lips as he asks, “You were saying?”
I lean back against Pete, unable to speak, which seems to amuse Sly. “That’s what I thought. Now, that was just a little taste. Are you ready for me?” He reaches down and squeezes his hard cock. My entire body lights up, eager to have him inside of me again as I lick my lips and nod with excitement.
“I want to hear you say it,” he says as he rubs his cock through my folds. A whimper escapes me when I realise Pete still has a finger in my ass and starts thrusting it in and out.
“Did you forget about me, Wren?” Pete whispers in my ear.
“Please,” I beg, hoping they know I’m speaking to both of them.
“Please, what?” Sly asks as his tip bumps against my clit repeatedly like a delicious sort of torture.
“Please fuck me. Both of you.”
“You missed us?” Pete asks as he pulls his finger out, and I feel the tip of his cock line up with my back entrance.
“So much.”
“How much?” Sly asks as he starts to press into me.
“I forgot what you felt like,” I whisper, my fingers tightening on his arms again.
“Let us remind you then,” Sly says as they push in at the same time. I’ve never had them do that simultaneously before, and the stretch is indescribable. I cry out, and suddenly their fingers are rubbing at all the right places, helping to ease the pressure of what they’re doing.
