Three to Play (12 page)

Clint’s voice interrupted her inspection. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He held two white towels and her robe. He placed the towels on the sink counter, hung the robe on the hook.
 
“How warm do you like the water?”

His tenderness caught her off guard, causing her to hesitate.

“I like it pretty hot, but not scalding,” she stated, finally locating her voice.

Clint turned the faucet’s handles. Water streamed out of the spout. His long fingers tested the liquid. “I think you’ll like this temperature then.”

Clint turned the middle handle and water streamed from the showerhead. Standing up, his hand pushed gently on her back and steered her into the tub. He followed her, pulling the curtain closed. The warm water hit her chest. It felt amazing. Clint pressed his front to her backside. She watched as his muscled arm appeared in front of her. He took her shampoo bottle from the bathroom caddy.

“Lean in and get your hair wet for me, sweetheart.”

She felt his dick hardening against her skin. A river of longing snaked from her mouth, breasts, stomach, and thighs, down to her pussy. Beth stepped forward and let the water soak her head. The smell of water and strawberry shampoo filled her nose.

Clint’s hands intertwined with her hair. He combed the strands with his soapy fingers.

“That feel good, Beth?”

“So very good.”

Next, his fingers massaged her scalp, easing away every care. She tilted her head back into his chest. He laughed. She’d never known him to be so relaxed. That pleased her.

“Okay, lets rinse your hair now.”

His hands never left her head as she leaned in. The water felt wonderful. His fingers wandered through her hair like an army, back and forth, from scalp to the end of her long strands, until all the soap was gone.

“That felt great, Clint. Thank you.”

“I’m not done. I see your conditioner, and I’m gonna use it. Your hair is too gorgeous not to. Besides, I don’t do any job half-assed.”

“So I’ve learned.”

Beth closed her eyes again as Clint deftly applied the moisturizing rinse. Each pass of his hand through her hair took her higher.

“After I finish, there’s more in store for you. I’m gonna lather your body up with shower gel and get you nice and clean.”

A shiver of excitement and anticipation zigzagged over her skin. She squeezed her thighs together as the ache grew in her channel. The man had come twice tonight, could she expect him to come a third time? Still, he was only thirty. Beth smiled at the thought.

Clint stopped stroking her hair. “God, you are an incredible woman, Beth Taylor.”

“And you, Clint Moore, are an amazing man.”

Beth felt his teeth clamp onto her ear. He cupped her breasts. Her nipples jutted out hard, eager.

“Soap up your loofah for me, sweetheart.”

Beth obeyed, grabbing the loofah and the body soap from her caddy. She popped the top open and started to clean her neck.

“I’m doing that. You’re here to enjoy, that’s all.”

His right hand left her chest, and she gave the soapy sponge to him. A wonderful dizziness took hold of her as one hand gently kneaded her chest, and the other lathered her back.

“You body is so sexy, smooth.” His voice deepened, filled with what sounded like fathomless lust. Need tugged at her pussy. She wanted him to fuck her again. His cock, fully erect, pressed between her ass cheeks. Beth wiggled against it, hoping to urge him to increase his pace.

“That’s it, Beth. Get that body turned on.”

“Take me, Clint. I’ll do anything to have you inside me.”

“Yes, you will.” He tweaked her nipple, and she thought she’d pass out from the pleasure.

His soapy hands firmly massaged her shoulders. The tension knots of the past few weeks released. Next he rubbed her neck, then he caressed the full length of her arms. Beth felt his hands move to her breasts, gently soaping them up. She thought he took his time washing her before, but now his pace crawled like lava from an ancient volcano. Clearly, he enjoyed lingering on her chest.

Beth wanted this shower to last forever. No one had ever treated her to such wonderful touches.

Clint crouched and began working on her lower body. His hands moved together, first on her right leg, putting a match to the fuse of her desire. She wanted him to touch her pussy, needed him to tease her backside ring. Then he moved to her left leg. Up and down, stopping just short of touching her mound.

“Clint, are you trying to drive me crazy? If you are, it’s working.”

“Good.”

His stokes lengthened, and his fingers grazed her swollen folds. “Time to move to your hot cunt and tight ass.”

His fingers meandered over her pussy and backside. Currents of desire shot up her spine from his wicked manipulation. Then, his fingers danced against her clit. A jolt rocked deep into her channel. Her control fled, and her wildness swelled.

He stood up. “Time to rinse, sweetheart.”

He turned her full circle, washing the conditioner from her hair and the soap from her skin. Beth felt so clean and turned on.
 

The water now hit the back of her legs. His cock moved ever so slightly, most likely to the beat of his heart pulsing.

Then Clint went back to his knees. He grabbed her ass and brought her forward. Beth felt his warm tongue laved her clit, setting her whole body to throbbing.

What an amazing mouth.

Clint moved his tongue over her tender folds, his hands still pulling her in tighter, closer. Every cell inside her seemed to be tingling, moving, burning. His fingers kneaded her backside’s flesh while his mouth worked her over.

The ripples of pleasure became crashing waves of explosive ecstasy.

Beth’s orgasm washed over her as Clint continued tasting her pussy.

“O-Oh.”

Her vocalization seemed to urge him on more. His tongue pierced her, advancing into her channel.

Her back arched. Tears spilled down her cheeks as the rapturous release consumed her. Her legs wilted. She rocked against his mouth for what seemed to be several minutes.

When her orgasm finally subsided, Beth stroked Clint’s head. He looked up at her, eyes full of lust.

She smiled. “What about you? You need to be cleaned up, too?”

He sent her a wicked grin, stood up, and handed her the loofah.

Beth aimed the stream at Clint’s chest. The water cascaded down his impressive frame, soaking all of him. She marveled that the liquid didn’t turn to steam once it touched his smoldering skin. Elated that she’d get to touch him and please him, her stomach jumped.

She pointed the showerhead toward the tiles, dropped to her knees, and spent extra time on his lower half. His hard cock danced in front of her waiting mouth. With one hand, she washed his balls. With the other, she tried to circle his shaft, but its large girth prevented her fingers from touching her thumb. Beth looked up. Clint’s eyes never left hers.

Beth leaned back to let the shower’s spray rinse Clint’s entire body. She leaned in and licked his cock from base to tip.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Clean me up with that hot mouth of yours.”

She swallowed him as far as she could go until his dick hit the back of her throat. Clamping her lips, she felt Clint’s cock pulsing. Pleasuring him increased her want to a frenzied state. Her insides boiled hot.

“Fuck. That feels so good.”

Pushing his buttons, feeling him respond from her treatment increased her thirst. She slipped her mouth up and down his hard dick, faster and faster. Beth kneaded his balls.

“That’s it, Beth. Fucking perfect.”

His cock jerked in her mouth. His orgasm must be close. She vowed to swallow every drop of his hot liquid.

His body went rigid and he grabbed a fistful of her hair.

“I-I’m coming!” Clint yelled.

His warmth exploded in her mouth. She sucked it all down.

When Beth felt Clint’s body slacken, she released him.

“That was incredible, sweetheart.”

Beth licked the tip of his cock and watched him shake from his afterglow.

He pulled her up and kissed her.

When their mouths parted, their eyes locked on each other.

“Clint, I think I could fall in love with you.”

Why had she said that to him? It wasn’t like her to be so impulsive.

Her heart plummeted to the floor when Clint dropped his gaze.

* * * *

Beth’s body still buzzed from the weekend with Clint and Dustin.

When they all came together the first time, Dustin and Clint fell asleep in minutes, but Beth’s last climax thundered inside her for more than an hour, keeping her deliciously awake. As exhaustion took her to dreamland, she let herself imagine them staying the whole weekend. She definitely could get used to the kind of treatment they gave her.

What a birthday. She marveled at all that she’d done that night. Her first threesome. Sex with Dustin while Clint watched. Later, Clint teaching her submission, and then the amazing shower with him. Her time with them had left her so satisfied and spent.

Beth could still feel them in her pussy. She’d never felt so alive.

For a moment, Beth wondered if Clint regretted their time together. But he sat quietly and watched her make waffles, rather than hightailing it out the door, so she doubted it. He took three bites and drank some coffee. How could a man say so much in the bedroom and behind a microphone, but be so non-verbal everywhere else? Still, he smiled at her and kept squeezing her hand. Words held very little meaning next to that.

He and Dustin made her feel so sexy. The birthday blues were long gone, but she wasn’t sure what was left in their place.

Clint had left an hour ago with the promise to call her tomorrow to set up dinner with him and Dustin.
Dinner with two helpings of delicious man-desserts.
She grinned.

Her lips and nipples were dry and sore from all the incredible kissing and sucking. The remaining aches reminded her of how many times they’d entered her and brought her to orgasm. She still couldn’t believe that she’d actually let herself go. Clint and Dustin amazed and surprised her. She’d never been so satisfied. The two studs gave her the best gift a woman could ask for. Complete, passionate abandon.

Ring. Ring.

Her cell jolted her from her thoughts. Where had she left it? The living room.

Beth jumped up and put on a robe.

Ring. Ring.

By the time she got to the phone, she missed the call. Beth looked down at the screen.

Candi?

Why would she be calling her on Saturday morning? Was the weekend announcer sick and the boss needed a fill-in?

She hit the dial button, and it went straight to voicemail.

“Candi, this is Beth. I saw you called. Give me a call back.”

Beth didn’t really want to talk to the boss. If the woman had any idea of what happened last night, Beth would be toast. But the guys would never tell. Of that she had no doubt.

Whatever Candi wanted, Beth vowed to not let it ruin her mood. Last night had been unbelievable, and she wanted the feeling to continue.

However long Clint and Dustin worked at the station, she’d be okay with it from now on. Really
okay
with it. She even suspected that when the two finally moved on to some bigger and better station, and they would, she’d be very sad.

* * * *

All weekend, Clint felt Dustin’s mood turning darker with each hour that Beth didn’t call them back.

After he left Beth’s apartment, they’d planned on getting together for dinner with Dustin. It never happened. Though both he and Dustin had left several messages, Beth never returned them. No voicemail. No email. No text message. Nothing since he’d left her.

Sunday, he and Dustin went to her house and knocked on her door. No answer.