18.2
I'm floating on a damn cloud. So much so that I don't even mind when Nathaniel kisses her. Or when his hands cup her breasts. We’re so competitive about everything in the fucking world, yet somehow we stand here with Georgina in the shower, soaping her wet body like this is a damn team effort.
“I think I’m probably clean now,” Georgina whispers as I run my hands over her breasts again.
“Are you sure? We should be certain,” I tell her. “Like… right here, for example. Definitely want to make sure.” I slide my fingers between her legs where she’s warm and already so slick. This time, I'm in front of her. This time, I get to see her expression change – the way her eyes get heavy, the way she bites on her lip as I slowly probe her with my fingers.
Behind her, Nathaniel runs his hands down her hips and over her ass. "What about here, Georgina?" he asks. I can't see what he's doing, but her eyes widen just a little. "Such a tight little asshole. Has anyone been here before?”
“No." She doesn't speak the word. She moans it, and her pussy tightens around my fingers, her response to his touch immediate. I thrust inside her with my fingers, stroking her as Nathaniel presses his fingers against her asshole. As I build momentum, she grips my biceps tightly for support.
“No one has been inside you,” Nathaniel says. “Which one of us is going to take your sweet, tight little virgin hole?”
"I… I'm not sure," she whispers, her eyes searching mine. "Which one of you wants it?”
Nathaniel chuckles under his breath. "I guarantee you, both of us want it.” I watch as he presses his cock against her ass cheek, and a surge of jealousy rushes through me.
“If you think for a second that you’re going to take it now - ” I growl.
"I'm so close," Georgina begs, her voice soft, a reminder to keep my focus on her pleasure. She reaches for my cock, distracting me from arguing with Nathaniel by running her hand down my length as she whimpers. I press my fingertips against the textured spot inside her, provoking a long moan.
"Come on my fingers, sugar," I tell her. "Come on my fingers and then you’re going to come on my cock.”
“And on mine,” Nathaniel interrupts.
“But, first mine.”
“Oh my God. Fucking. Stop. Arguing.” Georgina gasps the words, letting go of my cock and gripping my arms as she comes hard, her words lost in her moans. Her muscles clench down on me so tightly, I swear my damn fingers are about to break off, but I stroke her and stroke her until she finally calms down, the large convulsions turning into gentle flutters.
The first thing Nathaniel says when Georgina stops moaning is: "Fine. No arguing." He waits only seconds after I slip my fingers from between her legs before he spins her around to face the shower wall, pulling Georgina's hands above her head and placing her palms flat on the marble. The water from the shower runs over her naked body, falling down her skin in little rivers. “But you’re mine. I mean ours. And we are going to take every inch of you.”
“Both of us,” I add.
“You guys,” she warns.
“At the same time." I modify my words. "Both of us are going to take you at the same time. See? We're capable of sharing."
"We can share. We’re going to share," Nathaniel echoes. I watch as he stands behind her, guiding his cock between her legs. "Fuck, you are so warm and wet. I want to slide my cock inside you right now. Except that would leave Adriano out. And you want us both at once, don’t you?”
Georgina whimpers. “Yes.”
Nathaniel steps to the side abruptly. “Feel her wetness on your cock, Adriano.”
When I step behind her and press my cock between her legs, she sighs contentedly. I drag the head of my dick along her slit. Her recent orgasm is still evident, her pussy lips still swollen when I touch them.
I want to be inside that pussy so bad right now.
Instead, I step back, admiring the view of her ass. "Look how fucking mature we are, Nathaniel."
“You want us to work together, Georgina?” Nathaniel asks, his hand moving down his length. “You want us to take turns? You want us to play nicely?”
“Yes."
“Push your ass out,” I demand. “Arch your back and show us your pretty pussy and your little asshole.”
Nathaniel grabs a handful of her ass. “We’re both going to claim you, sweetheart.”
Georgina looks over her shoulder, her lips pouty as she arches her back more, proudly displaying herself to us. She’s like a fucking wet dream right now. Her eyes survey us as we jerk off, each of us with a hand on her ass cheeks, spreading her so we can see everything.
"This belongs to us," Nathaniel declares. I stroke my cock, watching as he comes right on her asshole, marking it as his.
Ours.
Fuck.
I’ve never jerked off on a woman the way I am right now – and never after another man.
Yet I can't help it. There's something primal about seeing Nathaniel mark his territory – our territory – and knowing that she’s going to give herself fully to both of us.
She’s bent over, completely on display, and I mark her as mine.
She stands there with our cum dripping down her, and I don’t know that I’ve ever seen anything so damn hot in my life.
