The Assistant

Chapter Twenty-Three

If you thought being passed around like a joint at a frat party would get tiring, or boring, let me assure you that you are wrong. Incredibly wrong. I couldn't get enough. Maybe it was because our relationships were still relatively new, or because they were constantly trying to one-up each other, or even just the simple fact that my sex drive was naturally through the roof. Whatever the reason, we weren't bored.

"You like my cock, baby?" Patrick growled; my wet hair tangled around his fist as he pulled me back against him.

I moaned wordlessly and gripped my tits to roughly massage my nipples. Water rained down on us in a hot, constant stream, filling the bathroom with mist and making it harder for me to get the friction I desperately wanted.

"Well?" he demanded more harshly, grazing the shell of my ear with his teeth.

"I love your cock, Master," I answered. My voice was thick and whiny, he had kept me on the edge for what felt like an eternity. "Please fuck me, I need to come so badly."

He groaned and shoved me forward, I threw my hands against the tiled wall and dug my nails in as he started fucking me more roughly now. My cheek was pressed to the cool ceramic, my eyes closed and mouth open as I moaned and begged him to fuck me harder. Master released my hair so both hands could hold my hips, pulling me back on him with every thrust.

I was burning up inside, certain that every drop of water that touched my skin sizzled away almost instantly. The force of his cock brushing my cervix had me making little 'oh' sounds and gasping in shock as my orgasm climbed higher.

"It's not even nine," Jon grumbled sleepily. "You two are like rabbits."

I didn't notice when Jon came into the bathroom, but I knew he was there now - relaxing against the dual vanity while he brushed his teeth and eyed the two of us. I started to laugh but it quickly changed to a cry of excitement when Patrick's fingers found my clit and his other hand balled his fist in my hair, using it to jerk me back and forth on his cock.

"I'm gonna come," I gasped, my eyes wide as little tremors ran through my body. I screamed out my finish, yelling his name and feeling my knees go weak.

"Oh, fuck yes, kitten," Master groaned in response. "Come for me, baby, come on my cock."

My eyes rolled back and my nails dug so hard into the tile that for a fleeting second I thought I would break my acrylics or the tile itself. Instantly, Patrick's motions sped up and he cried out loudly, sheathing himself to the hilt as he came long and hard.

It was a minute or so before he finally pulled out, when he did I almost slid to the floor without his support. Patrick laughed and held me up and anchored to his chest. Vaguely I registered that Jon had left us alone, but I brushed it away, instead, focusing on the luxury of having someone else wash my hair. I think I'd miss this the most. Neither man understood my desire to have my hair brushed, washed, petted, or played with in any capacity, but they didn't complain when I would hand them a shampoo bottle.

I got out of the shower first and wrapped myself up, leaving Patrick alone to enjoy himself. And to brush his teeth in the shower, an act I found disgusting but he swore by. In the bedroom, I found Jon relaxing on the king bed. Plush black carpet squished under my feet as I approached him, the curtains were drawn open and sent warm golden light around the red, black, and silver room.

I threw myself facedown on the bed next to Jon. He had his glasses on and was squinting at something on his iPad. I stole the glasses and blinked as everything went fuzzy and I waved my hands in front of my face.

"You're blind!" I told him, giggling as I rolled away from his reach. "This is why you have a driver, isn't it? You couldn't pass a driving test if you tried."