Love Under Two Outfitters by Cara Covington (the false prince series .txt) 📗

to rinse Alice’s hair. He set it back and immediately poured out the conditioner. He used the same kind of massage as he’d given her when he’d worked the shampoo in. Her flesh pebbled, and she shivered. Maybe I’ll learn how to give a proper scalp massage. He’d do damn near anything for this woman.

He rinsed her hair once more, set the wand up, and then eased her back so she was leaning against him.

“Lean on me, baby. Ken wants to bathe you.”

“You were right. You both are giving me so much pleasure. I just might not be able to walk soon.”

“You don’t have to. You’ve got us, and we’ll gladly carry you,” he said.

Ian watched intently as Ken took a moment to lather his hands with shower gel. As he washed Alice, moving his hands over every inch of the front of her body, tiny moans emerged from her throat. She is so damn sensitive and tactile. They’d known it that first time, when she’d come just from having her breasts stimulated. Alice had been so surprised by her fast orgasm that they’d both known that not only wasn’t she very experienced, sexually, but also whoever she had been with before them hadn’t paid much attention to her body’s signals.

Ian saw the sparkle in Ken’s eyes. He didn’t have to wait long to find out what he wanted. He leaned in and kissed Alice. She melted into him and slid her arms around his neck.

When Ken eased back, breaking their connection, he cupped her face. “There’s something I want—two things, actually. I want to feel your hands washing me, and I want to feel your mouth on my cock, sweetheart. Will you do that for me?”

“Give me some shower gel.” Alice held her hand out. Ken squirted some into her hands. Their woman took her time to rub her hands together, and then she placed them on Ken’s chest.

His cousin sighed, letting Alice have her way. A smile emerged when she played with the chest hair over his nipples. Then she moved her hands down, and Ken’s smile of amusement turned to a look of hunger.

Anticipating her need, Ian pulled down the shower wand again, handing it to her. She rinsed Ken, and her own hands, and gave the tool back to him. Ian took a moment to change the water setting. A lighter stream of water, like a fine mist, kept them warm and wet.

“Show me how to suck your cock, please. I don’t want to do it wrong.”

Odd how her words could be wondrously exciting and a little heartbreaking at the same time.

“You can’t do it wrong, love.” Ken stepped back, giving Alice room.

“Spread your legs shoulder-width apart, baby. Then bend over and fist his cock. Here’s a secret. We like it if you cup our balls, too, maybe stroke them with your thumb. I’ll hang onto you, but I’m also going to play with your ass.”

She had already bent over and had his cousin’s cock in hand. She looked over her shoulder. He saw the trepidation on her face.

“Do you want, eventually, to have us both inside you?” If the answer was no, they’d learn how to live with it.

Heat replaced trepidation, and he was very glad to see it “Yes, I do want you both inside me at the same time. Just thinking about it now…I feel as if I just gushed.”

“To give you want you want, we have to prepare you. Fingers and then a butt plug, first, to help stretch you. I’ll be gentle, I promise. Trust me?”

“I do trust you. I trust you both.”

“Good girl,” Ken said. “Now, attention on me, please. I desperately need to feel…oh, God, yes!”

Ian grinned because Alice had immediately obeyed Ken and cut him off mid sentence by practically swallowing his cock. He took a moment to enjoy watching their woman suck his cousin’s cock—wasn’t hard to imagine himself in his cousin’s place, and the feral man within him enjoyed the anticipation of that prospect immensely.

Then his gaze drifted over their woman, bent at the waist, her back and ass a beautiful plateau and dip that called to him.

He could reach the items on the shelf by his head just fine. A new tube of lube and condoms took refuge there, probably put in place by hosts who understood all things ménage.

Ian flipped up the cap on the tube and aimed for the crack of Alice’s ass. Out of consideration for his cousin, he warned her. “Something cold, baby.”

She jerked just slightly, and then, when he set the tube back up and followed the stream of lubricant with his massaging index finger, Alice actually hummed.

Ian’s cock was hard as hell, but for the moment, he ignored it. He rubbed his finger back and forth over her tiny rosette. She began to tremble. He gave her a small squeeze with his right arm, the arm he’d wrapped around her. He wanted her to know he had her, no matter what.

Ian could tell her sounds of arousal stimulated Ken’s cock by the way his cousin secured both hands in Alice’s hair. Ian rubbed his finger over and over her anus, taking just a second to reach for the lube and dribble a bit more onto her. The slight delay drew a moan of complaint, which caused Ken to curse.

Ian returned his finger to her anus and paid attention to her and, yes, to his cousin. He thought it would be nice if the two of them could come together.

“Oh, damn, yeah, sweetheart, I’m close.”

Ken’s eyes were closed. His cousin was so clearly in the moment, and so Ian focused on Alice, rubbing, rubbing, then slowly adding just a bit of pressure. He began to increase that pressure right on the center of her anus.

“Here it comes. Oh, yeah.”

Ken threw his head back, and Ian gently but firmly pressed his finger all the way in, until he breached Alice’s sphincter.

Alice screamed around Ken’s cock. Her body convulsed as her climax