FULL THROTTLE SCENES
This is about a month and a half after the epilogue. It's a spicy scene a week before Christmas that was previously sent in my newsletter.
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Copyright R.E. Bond 2024 - unedited and subject to change.
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Skylar
I almost smacked my forehead against the underside of the car as I was yanked out from under it by the ankle, the creeper under me sliding easily. I blinked against the sunlight that was shining in my eyes, letting out a huff as Rio’s grinning face stepped into view to block it.
“Are you done yet?” he asked innocently, and he was lucky he was cute, or I would’ve throttled him by now.
This was the third time he’d asked in the past hour.
“Do I look done?” I answered dryly, trying to scoot myself back under the car but with no luck. He grabbed me, making me laugh as he hauled me to my feet so suddenly that I plowed into him. “What’s the rush, you heathen?”
“The rush is that I want to spend time with you. Make the guys shut up shop so you can leave early.”
“I can’t bail, Rio. The guys are busy with their own shit, and I have to have this car finished to be picked up in the morning,” I scolded, sliding my arms around his neck to tug him down for a quick kiss.
“Do us all a favor and go entertain him to give the rest of us some peace, Siren. Me and Eth can finish up for you,” Corey grunted as he appeared, wiping his greasy hands on a rag and glaring at his brother. “No racing. It’s getting icy out there.”
Rio saluted him, bouncing on the balls of his feet. “We can go then?”
“You guys haven't finished rebuilding the Ram’s engine, have you?” I asked Corey.
“Almost. We’ll have it done tomorrow. Go on. I’d feel better if you guys were home before it gets dark. Especially with the way you both ride,” he said dryly, giving me a pointed look. “Eth almost slid out this morning, so take it slow. Please.”
The guys didn’t worry a lot about me riding, but winter turned them into paranoid psychos. I swore we had the same conversation every damn day, but part of me loved them even more for it.
“Alright. We’ll be careful,” I promised, his hands possessively grabbing my waist to pull me against him to drop a kiss on my lips.
“Text me when you get there.”
“Text me when you guys are leaving,” I said back, earning a swat on the butt.
“Done. Hey, Rio. Make sure she gets a soak in the tub before you bother her,” he grumbled, turning to head back to the other end of the garage where him and Ethan had been working on the Ram.
My riding gear was in the office, so I headed in there to get changed, Atlas’ eyes lifting briefly from the computer he was working at as he spoke to a customer on the phone. It had been mayhem lately with the season changes, and it was getting worse now that it was only a week until Christmas.
“No, Mrs. Hampshire. You can’t test drive another customer’s car to see if you like it,” Atlas sighed, typing away on the keyboard as he finished an invoice. “Find a dealership and ask them for help, it’s what they’re there for.”
I shut the door and headed straight to the large sink in the corner, scrubbing as much grime off as I could before drying my hands and turning to my bag for my riding gear.
I stripped my greasy jeans off and removed my button up shirt, grabbing my thermals to start putting them on.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Hampshire, I need to go. There’s a streaker in the shop and I need to handle it,” Atlas said before hanging up, the chair creaking as he stood. I turned, laughing as he scooped me up and dropped my butt onto one of the desks close by, stepping between my legs. “If you wanted my attention, you could’ve asked.”
“Perv. I’m heading home with Rio, Corey’s orders,” I grinned, opening my legs wider as he dropped a kiss to my neck.
“Don’t encourage him to go fast. I want you both home in one piece, okay? Get your adrenaline rush in the bedroom or something when you arrive,” he said seriously, nipping my throat before stepping back a fraction to cup my face. “Be careful.”
“I told Corey I’d let him know when we get home,” I replied, his hand dropping to my thigh to lift it slightly and hooked it over his hip. His hands were warm from sitting in the heated office all day, and I considered trying to sneak a quickie in before leaving, but Rio let himself in and let out a fake gasp of outrage.
“Speed Demon! If you needed someone to butter your biscuit, you should’ve waited until we got home! I’m the best biscuit butterer you ever—”
“Alright, chef,” Atlas deadpanned.
“Master baker,” Rio corrected, swatting Atlas on the ass. “Now, shoo. She’s mine until you fuckers get home.”
Atlas chuckled, giving me one more kiss before taking a step back and grabbing the front of Rio’s shirt to haul him closer. “As long as you remember to share when we get there.”
“I don’t know if you want her, or me,” he teased, making Atlas groan in pain as he lightly smacked his hand against his crotch. “Control yourself.”
“Me?” Atlas wheezed, cupping his junk.
“Yes, you. Can’t you see our girl’s needy?” Rio asked, grabbing my waist and tugging me off the desk to bring my feet to the floor.
“I’m okay if you two want to fuck while I get dressed,” I offered, having zero issues with that.
Rio and Atlas still messed around sometimes, but it was definitely less than they used to. They didn’t exactly need to fuck each other out of convenience now that they had me, and their feelings were purely just friendship still.
They still curled up together for company most nights when I was in one of the other guy’s beds though, and I kind of loved that.
“You’re such a perv and I love it,” Rio laughed, thankfully letting me get dressed. I didn’t particularly want to leave the warm office, but Rio practically dragged me outside to where our bikes were parked the second we had our helmets in hand.
The icy breeze made me shiver, and I knew it was only going to get worse once we were on the bikes and moving. The thermals and leathers were warm, but it wouldn’t stop me from freezing half to fucking death.
I gave Ethan a little wave as we left, his eyes following us until we were further down the road. I had to remember to text them so they knew we were okay.
I got it, I panicked when they were riding in winter without me too.
Rio slowly moved back and forth in front of me, slowing so I could ride beside him. We hadn’t bothered connecting our comms systems, and his head bopped along to music the whole short ride home.
He behaved, surprisingly, but once we’d parked our bikes in the garage and pulled our helmets off, he tossed me over his shoulder with a laugh.
“Rio!” I tried to scold, but it came out as a giggle as he shut the garage door and carried me inside.
“You heard Corey. Warm bath.”
“Are you joining me?”
“Absolutely.”
He sat me on the counter in the bathroom so he could run the bath, and I eyed him as he put way too many bubbles in the water.
Sliding off the counter, I quickly texted the group chat to let the guys know we made it home before I started pulling my leathers and thermals off, and I couldn’t help it as I watched Rio strip down to nothing too.
He gave me a grin when he caught me looking, reaching out to pull my naked body against his so he could give me a kiss. “I’m so obsessed with you.”
“I noticed,” I chuckled, sliding both arms around him and letting my hands drop to his ass to give it a squeeze. “I’m obsessed with you too, baby.”
His face softened and he ran a hand through my hair, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Get in the bath before I bend you over the sink.”
It wasn’t a bad idea, but the bath looked really damn inviting right now.
I stepped in and sat down to get comfortable, Rio grabbing a washcloth and turning the water off before sliding in behind me. He pulled me back against him, dropping his mouth to the crook of my neck as he brought the cloth around to start washing my stomach and chest.
“Are you going to tell me what you got me for Christmas yet?” he murmured, a huff of laughter leaving me. He’d been trying to get an answer for weeks now.
I’d managed to get all of us tickets to a motorcycle racing event that was happening in the new year, so I knew Rio would freak out when he opened it on Christmas.
The others would freak out because they’d see it came with access to the garages for a tour and to meet the riders. They knew that didn’t come cheap, and I was definitely getting spanked, but I’d been saving forever so we could go.
To make things even better, Rogue had managed to get tickets for himself, Zippy, and Tate too, so it would be a great weekend.
“Is there something you’re hoping I got?”
“If you want to wrap yourself up and sit under the tree, I’d like that,” he replied, taking his time to wash me.
“You don’t have to wait for Christmas for that,” I reminded him, tilting my head a little as his lips continued to tease my skin.
“Christmas themed sex could be fun.”
“Please don’t dress up as Santa and get me to sit on your lap like last year. It was a little weird.”
He snickered, releasing the cloth so he could drop his hand between my legs. His fingers toyed with my clit, and I tried to part my legs more but couldn’t.
We needed a bigger bath.
“Hook your leg over the edge of the bath,” he encouraged, apparently wanting more room too. “And as much as I’d love to be Santa emptying his sack in you again, I have other ideas.”
“Oh?” I asked as I draped my leg over the side of the bath like he asked, shivering a little as the cold air washed over my wet skin. “Are you going to tell me?”
“If you’re a good girl.”
“I’m always a good girl.”
“Good girls don’t let people bend them over their bikes,” he teased, using the extra room between my legs to push a finger inside me. My head dropped back to his shoulder and my eyes closed, his thumb rubbing small circles against my clit.
“I did exactly as you asked. Good girls do as they’re told,” I reminded him, fighting the urge to lift my hips for more.
His thumb moved faster, adding a second finger inside me and making my breath hitch at the familiar tingle. I squirmed, his free arm sliding around my chest to keep me against him.
“Making you come will always be my second favorite thing in the world,” he said as he worked a little harder, his arm tightening as I cried out and almost arched completely off him.
His cock was like a brick against my back, and I was a little surprised he hadn’t hauled me on top of him yet. It was rare we had a bath that didn’t involve me ending up on his lap.
“What’s your first favorite thing?” I panted when he finally let me come down from the high, glancing over my shoulder as he pulled his fingers away from me.
“You,” he said without hesitation, kissing my cheek. “I pampered you, I got you off, and you’re clean. Now I get to dirty you up again.”
I shrieked as he stood and sent water sloshing over the side of the bath, and I almost slipped when he hauled me to my feet too.
“Rio!”
“Corey didn’t specify how long we had to stay in here,” he grinned, not even bothering to grab towels as he dragged me into his bedroom and tossed my wet body on the bed. “Stay there.”
“Where are you going?” I asked slowly, knowing he was up to something.
“I need Christmas magic!” he called over his shoulder as he darted from the room.
“Can you turn the heating up if you insist on me being wet and naked?”
“I’ll warm you up, baby!”
I rolled my eyes but smiled, used to his antics by now, and he was back in record time with a bunch of things in his arms. The concerning item was the Christmas lights that had definitely been on the tree in the living room.
“Rio, that took forever to put up!” I scolded, but he ignored me as he dumped it all on the end of the bed and crawled towards me. “Don’t you dare wrap me in electricity when I’m wet.”
He paused, seeming to need a second to think about it before sighing. “Shit. I wanted to turn you into a Christmas snack, not a baked one.”
I winced as he grumbled to himself and smacked himself in the side of the head.
“Hey, don’t do that. It’s okay. Grab a towel and we can,” I offered, his eyes lifting to mine. His emotions were still all over the place, but he was definitely better at listening. The meltdowns weren’t as bad as they used to be, that was for sure.
“Towel,” he repeated to himself, heading into the bathroom to find one.
I looked at the other items on the bed, kind of hoping the tinsel stayed there. We’d used it last Christmas as restraints, and it was itchy as fuck.
This was our third Christmas together, and I swore he got more and more creative every damn year.
He returned and started drying me, frowning at the bed when he realized how wet it was.
“New plan, let’s do this in Atlas’ room.”
“No. Boundaries,” I warned, making him tilt his head in confusion.
“We always fuck in his room.”
“We do when he’s involved and when you two were messing around a lot, but you don’t really—”
“Trust me, he railed me last week. He doesn’t mind my body fluids in his bed,” he smirked. “Oh! Want to fuck on the floor under the tree?”
“I’m getting carpet burn for Christmas?” I joked, laughing as he hauled me into his arms with as many things as possible, almost smacking me in the face with the can of whipped cream.
“Only if you squirm too much,” he replied, carrying me out to the living room and making me groan when I saw the mess.
The tree was on its side, baubles were scattered all of the place from when he’d obviously just grabbed the Christmas lights and yanked them off, and the star from the top was on the coffee table.
“Oops,” he said sheepishly as he took it all in, his damn puppy dog eyes making me melt a little. “I guess we’ll have to fuck next to the tree instead of under it.”
“Well, you already trashed the place, so you might as well keep going,” I chuckled dryly, flailing slightly as he lowered me to the ground way too damn fast.
“I’d never drop you,” he murmured as he leaned over and kissed me, his touch instantly relaxing me as I let out a sigh. My legs wrapped around him, but he pulled back and scolded himself. “Focus. Lights.”
“You know those get hot after a while, right?” I asked as he grabbed the string of lights.
“Not as hot as you.”
“Not true. If you intend on ravishing me for a while, do the lights last.”
“Fine. I was looking forward to ravishing you while you were all lit up though,” he grumbled, leaving the lights next to us and grabbing the cream instead. “Open.”
“My mouth or my legs?” I asked with a smirk.
“Both. Definitely both.”
I did as he asked, almost choking when he uncapped the can of whipped cream and squirted some into my mouth, hitting me in the back of the throat. I glared at him as I swallowed but he ignored me, squirting some onto both my nipples and leaving a trail of it down my body, my legs almost slamming shut when he covered my pussy with it.
“You’re going to give me a fucking UTI, asshole.”
“With the amount of loads we fill you with, you should be used to it by now,” he said brightly and completely serious, getting cream all over himself as he leaned down to suction his mouth to one of my nipples, rolling his tongue around it to get all the cream as he toyed with my piercing.
He did the same with the other side, working his way down my front at a torturous pace. It was hard not to laugh when he buried his face between my legs, cream coating his mouth and chin as he feasted on me. It was almost going in his damn eyes.
Then the prick shoved the damn nozzle inside my pussy and filled me with cream, my hopes of being saved from the UTI vanishing.
I was in for an uncomfortable Christmas.
He got to work eating it out of me, my concerns forgotten about as he focused on making me come. Which he managed quite quickly this time around.
I gave up the UTI argument when he filled me a second time with it, knowing he was too damn focused on the mess he was making to probably listen anyway. I wasn’t expecting him to lean over me and shove himself inside me with my pussy still full of sticky cream though.
He had cream all over his chest and face, and now he was squelching it out from between us and onto the carpet as he dropped his mouth to mine and started fucking me.
He tasted so good, my arms going around him and my nails digging into his back as another orgasm started building.
“Can I put a bauble in your—”
“No. Flat base only,” I said quickly before he could try doing it. “Besides, it would break.”
“Candy cane?”
“Stop trying to put things in my ass and fuck me,” I growled, noticing that his thrusts had slowed down thanks to his thoughts. “Mint would burn anyway.”
“It doesn’t burn that bad.”
“How do you know?”
He stopped moving, giving me a weird look. “I tried it last week.”
“You put a candy cane in your ass last week?” I asked slowly, and he nodded.
“Yeah. I wondered what it felt like.”
“You might like a burning ass, but I don’t,” I said with amusement, tapping his ass with my foot. “You’ve already filled me with cream. That’s enough food for today.”
“I’m not done with the cream,” he scoffed as if I was being silly, pulling out of me and grabbing the lights. “Do me a favor and get on your knees with your arms behind your back.”
I rolled onto my stomach and did as I was told, frowning. “How am I supposed to balance and not get carpet burn all over my face?”
“I’m not a complete animal. I’ll give you a cushion,” he replied, tucking one of the cushions from the couch under my face before getting to work with tying me up.
My whole damn body was restrained like this.
It wasn’t the most comfortable position, it was a little hard to breathe, but these guys always bent me at weird angles, so my body was pretty used to it.
I put too much weight onto one side and started to fall, but he grabbed my hips to stop me.
“This might feel weird, but let me.” he said, putting me on alert.
“What the fuck does that mean?”
He didn’t answer, and I couldn’t fucking see from this position. I was confused at first when he started eating my pussy from behind, his finger toying with my ass and making a moan leave me.
This wasn’t so bad.
It didn’t stop there though, and I understood what he meant about it feeling weird when he filled my pussy with cream again before poking the nozzle into my damn ass and holding down the release button.
I jerked at the sensation of the cream and air forcing itself into me, having no idea if I liked it or not. Rio really made me question a lot of things about myself sometimes.
When he was done, he tossed the can aside and patted my ass. “Push out a little.”
I did, feeling the cream leak out of me as he leaned down to lap it up.
“Jesus, Rio,” I groaned, having no issue with his mouth on my ass, but unsure if I liked him eating food out of it.
I wanted to touch him, to have more control, but the string of lights didn’t allow it.
He blinded me when he plugged them in and turned them on, the lights brightly lighting up the room.
“You look beautiful,” he said almost wistfully, holding my hips as he pushed inside my pussy.
I couldn’t move, and I had no idea how I didn’t break the lights when he made me come once more and my whole body fought the restraints.
I was gasping when he finally came, only just hearing a door slam somewhere in the house before I recognized footsteps coming our way.
“What the fuck are you two doing?” Ethan asked dryly, moving into my view with an amused smile on his face as he assessed us.
“I think the lights look better on my little Speed Demon than the tree,” Rio said unhelpfully. “She’s full of whipped cream too.”
“You put cream in her pussy?” Ethan sighed, giving me a look. “You’re going to get another UTI.”
“I’m aware,” I mumbled.
“And I put some in her ass,” Rio continued, swatting my ass and pulling out of me. “See! She’s stuffed more than a turkey!”
I wanted to hide my face but couldn’t, especially when Atlas appeared next to Ethan, telling me they’d likely all come home together.
Atlas reached out, brushing some of my hair back from my sweaty forehead.
“The lights do look better on you, baby,” he chuckled before moving behind me to check out my ass that was still in the air with cream and cum all over it. “I’m kind of into it.”
“No more cream,” Ethan said, reaching for his pants. “The lights I can work with though.”
“Christmas train?” Atlas teased, appearing again to kiss my forehead before standing. “Can you handle it?”
“As long as you don’t drag it out. This isn’t that comfortable and my arms are going numb,” I replied, and he winked before vanishing from my view.
I jerked as his tongue slid into my pussy, cleaning up Rio’s mess and testing how sensitive I was. He got me off before replacing his mouth with his cock, wasting no time as he started fucking me.
His hands held my hips, and his thumbs moved back and forth across my skin affectionately as he picked up the pace once he knew I was okay, my body screaming at me to give it a rest.
“You look so good,” Ethan murmured as he sat naked next to me, leaning down to kiss me gently.
A whimper left me as Atlas went harder, trying to hurry it up for me like I’d asked. I was a cream pie slut, I swore nothing got me off faster than knowing they were all going to fill me with cum.
“Fuck, so good for us,” Ethan praised, stroking himself. “Isn’t she a good girl for us, Corey?”
I tried to see Corey but couldn’t, knowing instantly that it was him when a hand rested on my back.
“She’s always a good girl. You’re going to let me in that tight, cream-filled ass, aren’t you, Siren?” Corey asked, making me nod as best as I could. “So good. You ready to take Atlas’ cum?”
“Please,” I begged, my pussy clenching and making Atlas curse as he came, his fingers digging into my waist as he slowed his thrusts and caught his breath.
“You don’t need lube. There’s lots of cream in there,” Rio stated, and Corey snorted.
“Lube. Is. Important.”
“There’s. Already. Enough,” Rio mocked, sliding a finger into my ass and making me gasp. “See? Slid straight in.”
“Your finger’s a lot different than my cock,” Corey deadpanned, and I heard the pop of the lube opening. He covered my ass in it before getting into position, my fists clenching as he eased himself inside.
His hand rested on my back, and I could feel him testing how warm the lights were to make sure they weren't getting hot.
It was the one reason I knew I could let them do what they wanted to my body without worrying. They always made sure I was okay in the process, and they’d helped me learn a lot about myself in the past two years of being together.
“Fuck,” I groaned as he started moving, lube and cream leaking out around his cock as he pushed deeper.
“I think we should call this the chocolate eclair because—” Rio started, but Corey growled at him.
“Would you shut up?”
Rio laughed, and I heard a scuffle before Atlas spoke. “How about you put your mouth around my cock and clean Skye off me?”
“I want to see,” I complained, thankful when Atlas stepped into view and fisted Rio’s hair, shoving him to his knees in front of him.
“You heard her. Put on a show.”
Rio always loved me watching when they messed around, so he obediently opened his mouth and shoved Atlas down his throat, a moan leaving me. Corey slowed, muttering under his breath as he grabbed part of the lights and started untying me.
“Hey!” Rio whined, but Atlas forced his cock back down his throat to shut him up.
“They’re too tight. Her hands are losing color, bro,” Corey said as he kept unravelling them, pins and needles starting in my arms as he freed them and I let them fall to my sides with relief. He snagged a pillow and shoved it under my hips as he encouraged me to lie on my stomach instead of kneel, and my body tingled all over as the blood flow started moving again. “Better?”
“Yes,” I mumbled, trying to sit up a little but my limbs were still too numb.
“You want Eth to slide under you?”
“I can’t move,” I chuckled, and Ethan grinned as Corey pulled back so they could both help me.
“I’ve got you,” Ethan promised as he laid on his back and guided me onto him. “Lay over my chest. We’ll fuck you like a rag doll then get you in the shower, okay?”
“Okay,” I smiled, letting them move me however they wanted since I couldn’t do much.
Once Ethan was deep in my pussy and Corey was back in my ass, they both did all the work. Atlas and Rio had vanished, but I had a feeling Atlas was scolding him for wrapping the lights too tightly around me.
I was a little disappointed to miss it since it usually led to angry fucking of some kind.
The guys were gentle with me at first, rubbing my arms to hurry along the feeling in them, but then they got rougher once I had use of my arms again. Corey’s arm slid under my chest to pull me back against him, my hands moving to Ethan’s chest for balance.
“Play with yourself,” Corey murmured in my ear, my hand instantly moving to my clit. “Good girl. Faster for me. I want you coming so hard you strangle our cocks.”
My hips rolled a little as I tried to find the right spot, and Ethan reached out to tweak my nipple, drawing me closer to release.
My body spasmed and the guys took over completely when my body became useless, Corey’s fingers replacing mine on my clit.
“Oh my God, Corey, stop!” I practically screamed, the overstimulation making me jerk. He just held me tighter with his arm, rubbing my clit lighter but faster until I squirted all over Ethan.
“That’s our girl, make a mess on my cock,” Ethan grunted, and Corey finally left my clit alone and came in my ass. I could feel him throbbing inside me, my head tilting at an awkward angle so I could kiss him as the guys stopped moving.
“You okay?” Corey asked with a teasing grin, easing out of me and dropping his naked ass onto the floor beside us.
“I think I’m dehydrated after that,” I joked, loving how he immediately got to his feet.
“I’ll get you some water. Let Eth finish and we’ll help you relax. I’ll cook you some food too.”
Ethan bucked gently under me to make me topple forward onto his chest, his hands sliding up and down my spine as Corey walked into the kitchen.
“Just lie there,” Ethan whispered, rocking into me slowly as I nuzzled into his neck.
It felt good, my eyes fluttering closed and my limbs feeling heavy, Ethan letting out an annoyed sigh just before I heard Rio.
“More cream!”
What I assumed was whipped cream hit my back and ass, just before Rio’s palm cracked against my ass and spattered cream went everywhere.
“Dude,” Atlas said exasperatedly as he joined us, his hands on his hips, completely naked still. “What did we just talk about?”
“You said she looked like a snack!”
“That’s the part that you remember?”
“That’s the only important thing you said, yeah,” Rio shrugged, squatting beside me. “You want to cover me in cream too? Then we can both be snacks.”
I huffed out a tired chuckle, eyeing him without moving as Ethan kept slowly fucking me.
“You’re already covered in cream, and you always look like a snack to me.”
“If I run at the wall and jump, do you think I’d stick to it?” he asked thoughtfully, Corey’s hand clamping down on his shoulder to stop him from getting up and testing it.
“No. Here, hold this. She’s thirsty,” Corey instructed, offering his brother a glass of water with a straw. Rio still loved feeding me, which wasn’t much different, so he took it and held it out so I could sip it, a groan leaving me as the cool water flowed down my throat.
“You’re going to fuck me to sleep in a minute,” I mumbled to Ethan once I’d finished drinking.
“I like it like this,” he answered, stroking a hand through my hair. “You want my cum, baby?”
I nodded, lifting my head a little to watch his face. Rio’s fingers were drawing patterns on my cream covered back, but I didn’t care.
All I saw in that moment was the flicker of love and pleasure in Ethan’s eyes as he let out a soft groan and finished inside me.
So fucking hot.
“I need a shower,” I yawned, suddenly finding Rio’s face in mine.
“I’ll—”
“You’re going to shower quickly like me and then help clean up this mess while I cook dinner,” Corey said sharply before Rio could finish his sentence. “Atlas and Eth can help Skye.”
“Why do I have to clean up?!”
“You’re the one that decided to turn the living room into a bowl of half-eaten dessert,” Corey pointed out, leaning down to kiss me. “Go on. I’ll get dinner ready for when you’re done.”
Atlas slid an arm around me and pulled me to my feet, not giving a shit about Ethan’s cum leaking down my thighs as he tucked his arm under my legs to lift me against his chest.
Ethan stood and followed us, leaving Rio and Corey to figure out who got the first shower in the other bathroom, and my legs shook as Atlas placed me back on my feet so he could start the shower. I leaned against Ethan, studying his handsome face as we waited.
“What?” he asked with amusement, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“You’re just so fucking hot,” I smiled, pressing a kiss to his chest and managing to catch my reflection in the mirror to see the state I was in. “Ugh, you guys think this is a good look for me?”
“Covered in cream and cum? Yes,” Atlas said over his shoulder, testing the water before turning to face us. “Come here. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I really couldn’t move, my legs weak and feeling crampy, so Ethan chuckled and helped guide me forward as he stepped in behind me.
It was squishy, but Atlas joined us so they could both help wash me, making sure all the mess was off themselves too.
I was almost asleep on my damn feet as Ethan left soft kisses along my neck and shoulder, Atlas’ gentle hands moving over my legs and pussy to make sure I was clean.
“Can we watch movies tonight?” I asked as they helped me out and wrapped me in a towel, and Atlas snorted.
“You’ll be asleep before it barely even starts.”
“I won’t!
“Sure you won’t, brat,” Ethan laughed, swatting my wet ass as he pulled the towel away so he could dry me himself.
I grumbled as they dried and dressed me in an overly large shirt and some panties, then they steered me back into the living room where Rio was still cleaning up. I had no idea how he’d gotten the cream out of the carpet, but he looked pleased with himself.
The lights were back on the tree too, and I wondered if they’d put new ones on since there had been cream all over the ones he’d tied me up with.
The smell of lasagna hit me and my mouth watered, loving that the guys had all learned to perfect my favorite food. We’d all learned to cook better, we’d had no choice once half of us were studying and we all had to fend for ourselves sometimes.
It was a good thing too because we could rotate meals throughout the week without it falling solely on one of us now we owned the garage.
Atlas sat on the couch and pulled me down onto his lap so he could set up a movie for once we were done eating, my eyes feeling heavy as I snuggled into him. Especially when Ethan sat on the other side of the couch and pulled my feet onto his lap to massage them until dinner was done.
The guys grabbed my plate for me and Rio stole Ethan’s spot so he could feed me, all of us relaxing into our evening routine of talking about our day while we ate.
Ethan did the dishes once we were finished, and Atlas turned the movie on before hauling me back into his lap so Rio could drape my legs across his.
Between Atlas’ warm hold, the soft murmurs of the others as they talked through the beginning of the movie, and the warm glow of the Christmas lights on the tree, Atlas had been right.
I was asleep before the movie had barely begun.