Free Acres, Natalie - Sex Drive [Country Roads 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Natalie Acres

He and Luke had agreed they’d wait to take her, but with his veins stretching his length to a near-painful size, he wondered if he possessed any amount of self-control.
    Lucy’s hands were like soft cotton. She stroked his shoulder blades, fingered the hair at his nape, and rubbed his lower back, applying pressure with her thumbs. She didn’t reach. She knew better than to ask. She’d played with them before and Lucy knew the score.
    Besides, the only time she’d defied them in the past was when she’d wanted her spankings, and dear God, how he used to love to whip her bare ass. Her mouth went to his ear, and he held his breath. Her sweet tongue lapping at his ear was better than a first Tennessee autumn wind. Light and carefree, she blew a steady stream of hot air against his lobe, bracketing her arms around his waist where she immediately drew his back to her bare breasts.
    “Wait for Luke, Lucy,” he warned.
    “Where’d he go?” she asked in a small voice.
    “He’ll be back,” he said, guiding her arms higher.
    Thinking he’d contained her, stopped her from reaching for his rigid cock, Rex released his grip and moved his head from side to side, savoring the intimate connection, the start of something far more explicit.
    Her fingers slid upward. She tweaked his nipples, pinching the flat discs until he moaned aloud. “Lucy…”
    “No,” she said, tightening her grip. “Let me touch you. Let me drive you crazy.”
    “You do, vixen,” he crooned, guiding her hands to his nipples, showing her how he liked to have them pinched, fingered, and roughly caressed.
    “Like this?” she asked, rubbing the pads of her fingers over his erect points.
    “Exactly like that,” he replied, facing her then. At the same time, Luke joined them.
    “Sure took you long enough,” Lucy told him, staring down at the plastic bag he carried with him. She peered over the top, stretching her neck to see what he had hanging behind the bag.
    “That’s exactly what I thought when you moved back,” Luke said, setting aside his bag of tricks. “You took the long way home, doll.”
    “The scenic route,” she whispered.
    Rex wondered then if there was an underlying meaning there. Had Lucy been involved with numerous men? Had she sunk into the lifestyle they’d first introduced?
    Pointing at the corner stool, he said, “Sit down, lover. We have a lot of catching up to do.”
    Luke took Rex’s place under the shower spray, adjusting the settings so he enjoyed a full-scale water massage. Rex sat on the tile seat, dragging a bar of soap over a plush pink washrag. “I’ve waited a long time for this.”
    Standing in front of him with her legs parted, Lucy asked, “Are you going to bathe me, Master?”
    He stared into those knowing eyes, lost in a picture-perfect moment. Slowly, he ran the cloth across Lucy’s sensational, diamond-shaped nipples, loving the way she flinched as his fingers touched the taut points. Good Lord, she had such full, ripe breasts. Extraordinary enhancements for an extraordinary lady.
    After he bathed her chest, he worked the washcloth down her flat stomach, paying close attention to the way she arched to him, particularly when he dipped a little lower, implying he was ready to cleanse the area between her legs. He deserted her midsection and lifted her left arm, running the bar across her elbow and forearm before moving to her right side.
    Lucy was unusually quiet. She moved with him, swaying from side to side as she responded to his touch, stretched with him as he reached for strategic spots to bathe.
    Lucy was right where she wanted to be. She’d waited for this moment, for the day when he and Luke would pamper her, caress her, and truly have the opportunity to love her. He saw that much in her curious eyes, the lust filling them, the desire coloring them a deeper shade.
    He applied more soap to the cloth and then rubbed his free, uncovered hand over her mound. She flinched when he said, “Hold on