Chapter 10

Plenty of scenes end without my orgasm, and that's fine. A nut's great, but the high I get from the power exchange, the trust a submissive awards me to take care of them, that's my real addiction. Keeping the gravy geyser from unexpected eruptions hasn't been a problem since I was in my teens, but tonight is putting that to the test.

From the first splash of sticky sweet milk from Talissa's firm tit, my cock has been on the razor's edge of detonation. Months of watching milkmaid porn did nothing to prepare me for how it would feel when the warm squirts of fluid flooded my mouth.

"Do I get to ask you questions, too?" Talissa asks Beck, and the sight of them when I turn the corner into the bathroom nearly steals what's left of my control.

Talissa's on her feet in front of my other best friend, her towel gone while she toys with the buttons of his dress shirt. She smiles up at him as if he's the sun and she's a flower ready to bloom. Asher sneaks around my frozen form to cross the room and turn off the tub's faucet. Beck's so focused on Talissa he's completely missed how full the basin is. I can't blame him. Just imagining her slender fingers working to undress me makes me want to get in line behind him and beg for a turn.

"Depends on the questions, precious," Beck calmly replies. His deep voice hitches the tiniest bit, probably so small for Talissa to catch. But I've known the guy half my life, so it's unmissable for me.

Beck's an unflappable planner. He's never missed a step, even when thrust into the responsibility of managing his family's generations-deep wealth during our senior year of undergrad. It was tragic when both his parents and paternal grandparents died in a small plane crash when returning from a business trip slash vacation. Beck took a week to mourn, another to arrange a four-person memorial service, and by week three, he was overseeing the family's financial empire.

"That's no fun." Talissa pouts up at him, even as her fingers wiggle between the remaining shirt buttons low on his abdomen.

"Oh, I see. You want fun and games. I thought you were after something else entirely with these busy little hands."

"Can't a girl have both?" The playful vixen is unexpected and exactly the woman I'd build if I were Weird Science'ing a dream girl.

"Agree to a date this Friday, and you can have whatever you want." Beck barrels into what I know we all want. No holds barred.

"That's blackmail." She's smiling, so coercion or not, she likes it.

"I'm a man who does whatever it takes to get the right end result, Talissa. We all are."

"Would this date be with just you or with all Three Musketeers?" She's not the only one wondering. At no point in time did I expect the direction tonight has taken. I hope I'm not the only one envisioning evenings like this, with all four of us together, repeating over and over again into the future.

Am I a fool to believe in love at first sight and the romance of finding a soul mate? It's possible. Asher would say I leap before I look too often. He wouldn't be wrong, but I won't let that stop me. Beck's asking my dream girl out on a date, and her hope that it'll be all of us is obvious.

"Up to them, precious, but my intent is for us to all be there. Now, in you go." Beck suits action to his words and lifts her into the tub.

We may not be in a scene, but Talissa's an inherent submissive. Her pliability permits us to move and pose her however we choose, even as her personality captures us and turns us into her willing servants.

Beck, Asher and I kneel alongside the enormous tub and work together to wash her smooth skin. I drop the washcloth and work my soapy fingers across her soft stomach, feeling the indentions where bright pink stretch marks stand in vivid contrast to her pale skin. They're a fascinating reminder of her fertility that makes something primitive and proprietary rise up inside me.

What would it be like to see her belly bow and stretch? To see new streaks of ruby growth appear as her body blossoms from my seed? The fantasy drives my need for this girl even higher, and I press myself against the cold porcelain of the bathtub in hopes of calming my dick.

"Hud. Hudson. Hud!" Beck's frustrated tone finally registers just as Asher waves a soapy hand back and forth in front of my face.

"Yeah?" I sound lost, and it makes me wonder how long I was zoned out, fantasizing about breeding Talissa.

"Grab a towel, man. Where's your head?" Asher rolls his eyes at me, so I know I must have missed at least some part of the conversation.

"Sorry, jetlag kicking in." The flight from Sydney to Seattle is a long one, and normally, I'd pop a melatonin and sleep away the hours. This time, knowing I was rushing home to this kept me too keyed up to sleep.

I push up from the side of the tub, noting the way Talissa's eyes follow me as I stand. She eyes my bulge, and I'm not embarrassed to admit having her eyes on it, even through my slacks and boxers, feels as intimate as an actual caress. I grab a couple towels and drop one into Asher's hands. The other I hold open, so when Beck takes her hands and pulls her to her feet, I can wrap the soft terrycloth around her.

"Bedtime?" Talissa whispers.

Beck nods. It may be time for the bed, but there definitely won't be sleep any time soon.