Page 87 of Drilled

“Not me, baby,” said Dax, tugging her against his body. He nipped her jaw. “Mine are always short and clean.”

“Hmm.” Lane shoved him back, her voice teasing but still commanding. “Soap up, and Bear? You’re still way too overdressed.”

I laughed and looped my fingers into the front of her jeans, then yanked her closer. She squealed, planting her hands against my chest. “So are you.”

We helped each other get our clothes off until everyone was naked. Lane took charge, squeezing out some of the gel into her palms and working it up into a lather before deciding who to tackle first. It turned into a bit of a game but eventually we were all covered in her body wash.

Sy and Dax were playing around with each other like two high school boys in a locker room, slapping and splashing water around, and I took a moment to actually appreciate it. It was good to see them like this again. The last few years had taken a toll on their friendship, and it was kind of nice to watch them act like their old, carefree selves.

We had her to thank for that. Lane was the catalyst for this peace we were feeling right now, and for the bridges we’d started mending.

“Forgetting about me?” she asked, and I felt her press her chest against my back, her arms sliding around my torso. I could feel her nipples harden against my skin and her hands moved differently now, not to clean but to explore. The sound I made in the back of my throat as she worked over my stomach and sides and squeezed my ass, got the attention of the other two. They stopped immediately, watching us now.

The playful air was suddenly charged with something deeper.

“I could never forget about you, Whittaker,” I said hoarsely.

Lane’s hands were working magic on me and I relished both her touch and the fact that I smelled like her now. She pushed me back against the shower wall and kissed my throat and I knew that we were now past the point of no return. I wrapped a hand in her wet hair as she started travelling down my body and eventually slipped her mouth over my now hard dick.

The breath stole from my lungs as she gripped my hips and kept me pinned to the wall. I loved it when she just took whatever she wanted without overthinking. And fuck, she was so good at this too. Her tongue worked over my cock until I was gasping, my eyes shut against the pleasure that she was drawing out of me.

I felt her moan and the added vibrations made my hips jerk forward. I opened my eyes and saw Sy lying on his back under Lane with her thighs straddling his face. Team work makes the dream work, or whatever.

I gently slipped out of her mouth and leaned down to claim her lips once more. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep doing that.”

“That’s kind of the goal,” she panted, her hands now tangling in Sy’s hair as she rode his face.

“Not just yet,” I said, tucking my finger under her chin and kissing her forehead. “Use your hand, sweetheart.”

Lane nodded and took my throbbing cock in her hands, still slick with body wash. She began to jack me off slowly, and I immediately regretted thinking this would be a good compromise. Lane translated every ounce of her workaholic tendencies into the way she had sex. Pure focus and smug competence.

She looked smug now, right until Sy slipped a finger inside of her. Then her little smirk dropped and her breathing deepened once more.

Dax came back, a bottle of lube in hand. Lane beckoned him over and he didn't even question it. She continued to stroke me as she guided him with a hand on his ass until he was in her mouth.

Lane was a fucking sight to behold–stroking me, sucking Miller, riding Sy's face like there was no tomorrow. I watched her, feeling drunk off the pleasure she was giving and receiving and the way her whole body just vibrated with it. I had to stop her hand immediately and step away, not wanting to finish until I'd been inside her at least once.

Sy gave her pussy one last, loving lick before he tapped her hip, asking to come up for air. She popped her mouth off Miller and stood on shaky legs, trembling in the way I knew she did right before she fell off the edge. And when I looked at Dax heading for the shower nozzle, I understood exactly how he was planning to give it to her.

I commandeered the lube and followed them. Miller took her in his arms and whispered loud enough for us to hear over the rushing water. “Wanna see something fun?”

She nodded weakly, the corner of her mouth tugging up in a curious smile. He chuckled, then reached for the nozzle and pulled it from its stand. “It's a detachable head.”

I came up behind Lane and yanked her body against my chest so she could use me as leverage. Dax bent and ducked one of her nipples in his mouth before moving the shower head between her thighs and angling it. When he upped the water pressure, adjusting his hand position, Lane screamed.

She bucked against me, her body shaking as Dax kissed and licked her chest. I pressed my mouth to her neck, and whispered encouragement as I slipped a lubed finger in her ass. Lane's screams choked off into silent moans as her head fell back against my shoulder.

We worked her body between the two of us, steering her closer and closer to that orgasm we wanted so badly.

When her body loosened up a little for me, I slid in another finger, making little scissoring motions to try and open her up properly. Lane came like a rocket, her hands grabbing desperately for both Miller and me. Pride hit my chest as I watched her convulse, and I saw the same expression on his face that must've been on mine.

She sagged against me and I kissed her cheek before wrapping my arms around her and back walking out of the shower. Dax replaced the nozzle, and Lane and I sank to the floor, kissing. I turned her body around and positioned her ass against my cock.

“Can you take me here, sweetheart?” I asked, swiping my thumb over her little puckered hole. She jolted and shivered, but nodded.

“Yes,” she said, grinding her ass against me. I hissed and slapped her but cheek. Dax passed me the lube again and I made sure both my cock and her hole were sufficiently coated. Dax settled in front, and we had to adjust things a bit so that we could take her at the same time.

Lane was sort of squatting between us, most of her weight resting on our thighs. We held her up between our bodies, and by the time I finally managed to get inside her, I was dying for it. We waited, letting her body adjust to the sensation and then Dax entered her pussy and my vision went white. She was so fucking tight, so responsive too.