Confused, she started to sit up, only to stop and gasp when a caressing ripple eddied over her. The sensation wasn’t localized to only one area of her skin. No, it was everywhere. A funneling pressure pushed onto her inner thighs, almost like the imprint of hands. She automatically spread her legs wider. Max’s essence enveloped her in a lush, erotic heat wave. It floated over her, through her, and she opened her senses fully to its presence.
A series of tiny bubbles bobbed her clit, their tingle like a seductive tease. She arched her hips, and Max’s mouth came into full play, closing around her pussy. A cry ripped from her, and she flattened her palm on the side of the tub, trying not to pass out from the overwhelming pleasure Max was giving her. His tongue toggled her clit, something thicker burrowing into her channel. His fingers? Yes, unless he possessed mad contortionist skills when he was in water form. The notion would have made her laugh, but she was moaning, on the brink of a powerful orgasm. Without the benefit of words, she felt Max’s determination to push her past the pinnacle.
He got his wish.
Shuddering, she came hard. Came endlessly. She lost track of time, of anything beyond Max and the dizzying climaxes rocking her body.
Eventually Max’s mouth let her go, and she watched in a dazed stupor as his watery shape surged upward between her legs, slowly emerging into his human form. He scooped her into his arms and kissed her, his tongue thrusting deep, the thickness of his cock rubbing her belly. She moaned, trying to wiggle around and take him inside her. The velvety cap furrowed between her labia and eased past the entrance of her slit. She attempted to push down, but Max held her firm, refusing to let her take him deeper. The shallow penetration was a maddening tease. Particularly since Max sucked on her neck the whole time. The combination of sensations was too much to take and she came again, shuddering uncontrollably.
Max groaned. “Christ, that feels good, baby.” Massaging her ass, he fucked her up and down his length, those tormenting, shallow strokes never granting her more than an inch or two of his cock. “It feels like you’re sucking me with your pussy.”
His observation was enough to hurtle her into an even stronger orgasm. He gave her just enough time to come down from the rush before lifting her off his cock. She whimpered and tried to pull him toward her again.
“It’s okay. I’m going to make this good for you, baby.” Water sloshed as he repositioned her so she was facing away from him. The next instant, he was buried inside her, providing that perfect fullness she craved. He hugged her to his chest, one hand sliding between her legs, the other cupping her breast. His mouth latched on to the side of her neck again and sucked with a rhythm she felt all the way down to her clit. Groaning, she lolled her head to the side.
And shrieked when she saw Boone standing in the bathroom doorway with the mother of all erections.
Rather than leap from the tub and slam the door—or pound on Boone like she’d half expected him to—Max began plucking at her nipple and caressing her clit. It dawned on her then. Maybe he didn’t know they had an audience. “M-Max…Boone…”
“I know, baby. The choice is yours.”
She tried to concentrate on his words, but it was damn difficult with his hands and his shuttling cock working in concert to send her over the edge for the millionth time. “What choice?”
“To let Boone stay. Or tell him to go.”
“S-stay? And do what?”
“Anything you want.”
Oh goddess. The possibilities inherent in that offer shouldn’t excite her so much. Tell that to her pussy though, which was soaking Max.
“Why don’t we let him watch us for a while longer while you decide?”
She didn’t fail to notice the deep timbre of Max’s voice, or how he’d become even harder, thicker, inside her.
He was turned on by this. Just as much as she was.
The realization only stoked her excitement more. She circled her hips, grinding into Max. The resulting catch of his breath was the sexiest thing ever. She heard Boone approaching and couldn’t resist meeting his hot gaze as he knelt on the edge of the tub. His jeans pulled snug against his groin, outlining his massive erection. She and Max were responsible for that. Wow.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Willa. Max is a lucky bastard.” Boone caressed her cheek, his touch making her nipples tighten. “I’d give anything to feel your sweet, wet pussy clinging to my cock. I don’t think I’ve ever been this fucking hard.” His hand moved to his fly, stroked over the denim. The sight held her mesmerized. Not even conscious of her motions, she gripped Boone’s thigh.
Max’s thumb moved more insistently on her clit. “Do you want to touch his cock, sweetheart?”
She bit her lip, her fingers inching upward along the rough denim. Boone popped the buttons on his fly, and his engorged cock sprang free. Apparently he went commando. Must be a shifter thing. His shaft wasn’t as thick as Max’s, but maybe a tad longer, with a nice plum-shaped cap and a prominent, ridged vein running through its underside.
Boone didn’t do anything more to persuade or dissuade her to touch him. Not until she actually did. Her fingers curved around his shaft, just beneath the head, and he flexed his hips, causing his erection to slide through her grasp, tip to base and back again.
“Fuck. That feels good.” Boone’s husky words were an exact echo of Max’s. Only she didn’t have her mouth on him.
As if he’d read her mind yet again, Max traced the curvature of her spine, gently coaxing her closer to Boone’s cock. He feathered his lips along the shell of her ear when she hesitated. “Whatever you want, Willa, take it. This night is for you.”
Her thoughts drifted to the numerous secret looks that’d passed between Max and Boone. “Did you guys plan this?”
“Yes.” Another whisper-light stroke along her clit accompanied Max’s admission.
She struggled to think past the sensual haze fogging her brain. “Why?”
“Don’t question, sweetheart. Just let yourself go.”
Something in Max’s words triggered a fierce wave of hunger. It coiled and unfurled, spreading outward in a sinuous spiral of heat. She stared at Boone’s cock, thrusting so temptingly inside the circle of her fist, and trembled with the need to taste him. Heeding that desperate call, she leaned over his lap, engulfing him in one downstroke. He tasted different than Max, but no less delicious.
Boone’s groans filled her ears, encouraging her to take him deeper, suck him harder. The silk-sheathed steel riding between her lips moved in perfect counterpoint to the cock buried in her pussy, stoking her desire to a fever pitch. Her body tingled with a lush decadence. Give yourself over to me. The voice wasn’t only a whisper inside her head, it reverberated in the marrow of her bones, the beat of her heart. She attempted to ignore it, shove away its insistent temptation, but the voice’s demand for submission wouldn’t abate. Take what I give you. What they give you. Her moans frantic, she bobbed faster on Boone’s shaft, her hips slamming into Max’s steady strokes.
“Make him come, baby.”
Max’s soft command spurred her on as much as the invisible intruder in her head. Intensifying her suction, she worked her hand inside Boone’s jeans and cupped his balls, squeezing gently. A shudder ripped through Boone. “Move off now if you don’t want me coming in your mouth.”
Rather than do as he suggested, she hummed around his flesh.
“Oh shit.” Tangling his fingers in her hair, Boone pumped his cock once toward the back of her throat before coming with a broken groan.