Romance: Dystopian Post Apocalyptic Romance 5: The Alphas: The Alphas Attack (paranomal menage romance wmw) Read Free Page A

said. She guided Matt’s hand in slow circles over each of Rebecca’s breasts. Matt could feel his heart pounding.
    “Yes,” Rebecca said. “Like that. That feels so good. Wash all of me like that.”
    Rita let go of Matt’s wrists and he continued to lather Rebecca, taking the time to make sure she was good and soapy. He moved down the light muscles of her stomach and dropped the soap.
    Rita’s fingers were just visible between Rebecca’s legs and from the way she was moving, and the way Rebecca was leaning back against her sister and moaning, Matt had to assume that those fingers were somewhere warm and wet and very private.
    “You two have really done this before? With each other?”
    Rita nodded. “Yeah, we’ve always been close.”
    “I need to rinse off,” Rebecca said. The two girls traded places again.
    “You must be getting cold,” Rita said. “Get in closer to the water. Too bad there isn’t a hot tub. Hot tubs are a lot easier than showers.”
    “I don’t mind,” Matt said. “I’m hardly wet so the cold isn’t so bad.”
    “Don’t be silly. Come here.” Some careful sidestepping placed him between the two girls and a nudge from Rita had him half under the spray with Rebecca.
    There wasn’t much room in the shower and Matt’s suddenly wet body brushed against Rebecca’s. “Sorry,” he muttered.
    “My turn,” Rebecca said. She took the soap from his hand and began rubbing it over his chest. Her touch was firm, like a massage, and he relaxed, only to tense up again when she started lathering the hair around the base of his cock.
    “I can do that,” he said.
    “He still doesn’t get it,” Rita said. She stepped in close to them and grabbed his cock. “We want to touch you, Matt, and we want you to touch us. Okay? You can leave, you won’t offend us, but we’d really like it if you’d stay.”
    He nodded.
    “Good, now turn so Rebecca can do your back.”
    “That’s not fair,” Rebecca pouted.
    “You’ll have a turn, I won’t do anything silly.”
    Matt was confused by the exchange but with Rita insistently tugging on his arm he turned and Rebecca started the soapy back massage. Rita winked at him and dropped to her knees. Before Matt could protest she had her full, pouty lips wrapped around his cock about halfway down the shaft.
    He groaned. It had been over two months since he’d had anything besides his own hand, and lube wasn’t high on the scavenging lists, so the frequent masturbation had left him tender and over-sensitive.
    Her tongue felt amazing. As his mind searched from some coherent description of the sensations that were overwhelming him Rebecca nibbled at his ear and whispered, “Save some of that for me.”
    He nodded and tried to stay calm but Rita was working her way further onto his cock. He grabbed a handful of hair and guided her along. His cock brushed the back of her throat and he shuddered. Too quickly she pulled back, exposing him to the cool air. He tried to pull her back but she stood.
    “He wants it bad,” she said. “You’d better come get a taste while you can.”
    Rita slid back as Rebecca stepped around him and dropped to her knees. She was more playful, using her tongue to tease him from base to tip while she massaged his balls. Finally she took him in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head. When she started lapping at the underside of his cock without opening her mouth he shuddered again.
    She pulled back, kissed him right on the tip, and said, “You’re right. Poor guy.”
    “Did you want to?”
    “Oh hell yes.”
    Suddenly they were moving just fast enough to set his head spinning. The water was shut off and both girls hopped out of the shower. They giggled and shivered. “Are you coming?” Rita said.
    Rebecca tugged on his arm and he stepped out of the tub. They scrambled naked down the hallway to the master bedroom where the girls nudged and cajoled him up onto the bed.
    Without a word they crawled up on either