Free Mold Me [Dungeon Masters 4] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting) by Cara Adams Page B

new trick was just as arousing, just as compelling. She was never completely full, but she was never completely empty either. One of them was always entering her, coming back to her, even as the other one was going away.
    It was nerve-wracking. She wanted to hold onto the one withdrawing and tell him not to go. But of course, unless he pulled out, he couldn’t push back in. It was crazy but it happened time and time again as the urge to make them stop and move together almost overpowered her.
    Finally they began fucking her faster, harder, more dynamically. Phoenix let her body relax between them, held there by their sweat slicking her skin and theirs. Their scents were heavy in the air around her as they pumped harder and faster, constantly filling her one by one. Her cunt was full, but her ass was empty. And then it was her ass that was full, and her cunt that was empty. She was so close to coming, so close. Almost.
    Her entire body convulsed in a massive orgasm, taking her from close to over the cliff in a nanosecond. She dug her fingernails into Lachlan’s shoulders as her body vibrated so hard she was surprised the bed wasn’t shaking. As she came she heard Callum sigh and her ass was filled with heat. As always they’d waited for her to come before taking their own release. She needed to remember to thank them for that. Few men would be so considerate.
    Callum slid off the bed and disappeared into the hallway. Her brain was trying to tell her something but Phoenix was beyond thinking. She lay limply on Lachlan’s chest.
    “Um. Phoenix, where’s the bathroom?”
    Oh, yes, that’s what her brain had been trying to remind her about.
    “It’s a little tricky.”
     
    * * * *
     
    Callum watched as Phoenix slithered off the bed, her hair a wild tangle of tresses. As she landed on her feet, she stared at them as if surprised they were still on the ends of her legs. Or maybe she’d forgotten they’d just fucked her wearing her high heels. Likely he had bruises on his legs from those shoes, but damn, it’d felt good to fuck her with them digging into him, holding him against her back.
    Her apartment was small, just a living room and a bedroom. The door they’d entered by, from the fire escape, opened directly into the living room and the bedroom was joined to the living room by a hallway that was only half a dozen paces long. The hallway ended in a door which he supposed was another exit. It didn’t look like an internal, into-a-bathroom kind of door.
    Yet she went straight to it. He was about to apologize for being stupid when she opened the door to reveal just a toilet, nothing else. She stepped into the miniscule room and straddled the toilet, facing him. He couldn’t imagine what the fuck she was doing until she reached up to the inside top of the door and unclipped a fiberglass sheet with a shower rose attached to it. Phoenix pulled it out a little way to demonstrate.
    “When you shut the door behind you, pull here and the shower will pop out. I’ll get some towels and leave them in the hallway for you both.” She wiggled out of the tiny room and waved him in.
    Callum backed into the bathroom—if that’s what it could be called—and shut the door. After dealing with the condom he pulled the tiny lever and released the shower. The shower rose extended only about three or four inches from the fiberglass backing on the door which left him almost nowhere to stand. His right elbow smacked into the wall, causing him to yelp, as he washed his hair. Then, when he turned around to wash his back, he slammed his knee into the facilities and just about fell over as he lost his balance. “Fucking hell. This is a death trap.”
    It took him a couple of attempts to fold the shower back against the wall because he was all wet and slippery now, so by the time he stepped out of the tiny room it was with the mental promise to himself never to use it again.
    He wrapped a huge fluffy pink towel around himself and walked