Hey Twat!

Rhys said:
c'mon carson...you know you want it

*weg*

with Rhys' wet skin pressed against every inch of me, and my very hard cock nestled in the crack of his ass as I stroke his chest and belly from behind, it takes some time for me to realize the water pouring over us is starting to cool down. The hot water is running low and the last thing I want is for Rhys, CP and I to be sprayed with an icy blast. That would be a mood killer if I ever saw one. We need to get out and take this into the bedroom.

Dammit. In a minute.

I run my hand down his smooth abs over his belly... i love the line of a man's stomach... the jut of the hipbones... trailing down to the base of the cock. Rhys' hand is wrapped around his cock as he puts on a show for CP on her knees before him. Lightly I skim my fingertips over his wrist and down his tender inner thigh to his balls, and toy with them gently as he strokes his cock. CP is licking his slit now and I feel his knees get weak at the mass of sensation. He groans at the touch of my hand and my cock jumps against him...

"Shit," i breathe in his ear, "baby, we need to get out of here before the water soaks through the floor..."

"Yeah....my downstairs neighbor wouldn't like that too much," he admits. And so we say, but none of us make any move to exit the shower stall... it just feels too good in here, nothing but wet slippery skins, naked bodies, all for his pleasure...and making him feel good makes CP and me feel good too.
 
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I know we need to get out of the shower, so I leave my position at his feet, and slide up, gliding my wet body against his. The slippery sensation makes me weak in my knees and I reach out, grabbing Carson's forearms that are still wrapped around Rhys' waist from behind. Rhys' arms come up around me, holding me to him, and the feeling of his hard cock nestling against my stomach has me purring against his chest.

"Come on" my lips pass over his nipple as I speak, "let us dry you off." A quick flick of my tongue and I throw open the shower curtain. The blast of colder air hits me and I suck in a harsh breath. Rhys, or maybe it was Carson, smacks me on the ass, and I jump and hurry out of the shower. I grab one of the big fluffy bath towels and throw the next one at Carson. He's grinning at me, as he pushes his hair out of his face. Rhys doesn't move from his position against Carson, he's going to need some coaxing to get him where we want him to go.

"Well, come on then. If you don't get out we can't dry you off. And we really want to dry you off." I purr at him as I swipe the big towel down my neck and over my breasts. It feels good, the perfect measure of softness in the cotton makes me want to curl up in it.

Rhys finally finds the motivation to move with Carson's help and we manuver him into the bedroom. A small shove from Carson has him sprawling on his stomach on his bed and we set to work drying him off. Never mind that the air has gotten most of the water off, we know it's not really about the water.

His skin is hot and smooth and I forgo the towel in lieu of lotioned hands. I begin working the creamy liquid into Rhys' shoulders, moving quickly down his back, rubbing the base of his spine, before grasping the firm cheeks of his ass. He flexes for me, and groans as I work eager fingers into his flesh. I love being able to touch him like this, anywhere I want. All over. I glance up to find Carson massaging Rhys' lips with his own and smile. This is so far from over.
 
It's all about Carson now.



But only for a bit, because generally, it's all about me. That is, when it's not all about you...
 
Hey twat, you should check the other place. I did the update you wanted.
 
Rhys gives a little purr of contentment against my mouth as CP rubs the lotion into the firm cheeks of his ass with her tiny hands. Her touch is feather light and teasing. Over his shoulder, I can see her lift the lotion bottle and squirt a trail of white cream down his spine and into the crack of his ass. It smells like cake icing and makes my mouth water in more ways than one... He squirms while she rubs her little index finger up and down the crack of his ass, grinning wickedly.

"Flip over," I demand. "Time to do your front."

He rolls over, closes his eyes and lies back with his chin tilted to the ceiling, moaning occasionally while CP and I share the lotion and rub it all over every inch of his legs, his toes, his thighs, up his hips, all over his belly and chest and down his arms even to his fingertips. His flesh is so pliant, except for his cock. We've deliberately avoided touching it even while it's straight up, hard and drooling a bit onto his belly, the head flushed dark and luscious. CP is staring at it like a snake charmer mesmerized by her pet, licking her lips. She watches wide-eyed while I fill my palm with a dollop of lotion.

"I think we missed a spot," I smirk.

"Yeah, that spot needs a lot of lotion," Rhys mumbles, breathing lightly through his lips, watching.

"It looks really tense," CP pipes up.... "I think I really good massage is just the thing."

"Oh yes." I rub the lotion into my hands slowly. "Maybe even a prostate massage..."
 
the cupcake scent of the lotion makes me hungry, but not for food. Rhys catches his bottom lip between his teeth as I wrap my slippery hand around the base of his cock and stroke the hard length up and down. I love to watch his face... see his eyes get dark as his lust wells up inside him.

"Does that feel good?" I ask as I jack him with the ultra-slippery lotion. He sucks in his breath and nods once. CP sits between his legs watching and grinning as our man of the hour begins to jerk his hips in time with the stroke of my hand... my other hand toys with his balls, tugging them gently...touching him the way I love to be touched myself. His cock is so long and so thick, just like CP I can't take my eyes off it. A shiny drop of slippery juice drips onto his belly and I can't help leaning over to lick it off, tasting it through the soapy flavor of the lotion. if only they could make it taste like frosting too...

"MMmm yeah," he rasps in a low hoarse voice that makes me shiver. "That's it...suck me..."

I grin and glance at CP. She snickers. "Okay," I say. I lie back with my head next to his on the pillow and turn to him, toying with his earlobe for good measure. "But I have to be on bottom.... you know, with my back and all, doctor's orders...."
 
carsonshepherd said:
well, you know, sometimes you just have to take it like a man...


Around me, you'll be doing that a lot. All for your poor back. :D
 
"On the bottom is my very favorite place to see you," he smirks as he rises to his knees. He grins down at me as he straddles my belly and I just gaze up at all that naked perfection, gleaming slightly in the lamplight from all that lotion, and the sugar-sweet scent fills my senses and makes me almost dizzy. CP moves around beside us now and wraps her hand around the base of Rhys' cock, playfully slapping my stomach with it... they both chuckle and grin at me wickedly.

"You're such a little devil," I tell CP.

"Awww," she simpers, "does the widdle boy want his toy?" She waves Rhys' dick at my face and he catches his breath as she strokes it. She smirks at me, eyes narrowed evilly. She wants to play with me, and get revenge for keeping Rhys' cock for myself. "Sit up and beg, puppy... pant for it..."
 
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