Triple Play by B. J. Wane

loved sex and loved to climax and had never been ashamed of her needs. It was only those hidden nuances that she had always craved but never experienced that she had kept mostly to herself. Now, out of tragedy, she was given the chance to explore those cravings, and she knew Melanie would be the first one to insist she do so.
    “Hold the phone with your shoulder, Ella, so you can use that hand to spread your pussy lips open. Put the spray on hard and aim it right at your swollen clit. I want you to scream for me, baby.”
    Mac’s voice was sand paper rough, and she wondered what he was doing on his end. As she spread her nether lips, exposing her red, needy clit to the harsh jets of hot water, she pictured him with his hard cock in his hand, fisting himself as he listened to her cries. She cried out as the harsh stimulation directly on her clit brought her to an immediate climax. It took all her effort to keep herself spread, the spray directed right on her, and the phone to her ear.
    “Oh, God!” she screeched as the orgasm burst upon her, electrical currents sizzling through her veins. Sliding three fingers into her wet channel, she finger fucked herself while keeping the pulsing water jets aimed at her clit. Vaguely, she heard a moan from Mac and could only surmise he had just found his own release. It seemed to take forever for her to calm down, the small tremors kept rippling through her, small aftershocks of pleasure.
    Ella reluctantly pulled her fingers from her grasping vagina, reached over and turned off the water and grabbed the phone in a shaking hand. “Mac?”
    “What, baby?”
    “Can I go to bed now?”
    His low laugh sent a frisson of warmth through her. “Sure. I’ll pick you up about seven thirty tonight.”
    “Where are we going?” she managed to ask as she got up on her wobbly legs and reached for a towel. “I have to be at work at eleven.”
    “We’re going to Legends. We need to be seen together before we ask to bring you upstairs. I’ll have you back by ten. Plenty of time for you to change and get to work. No bra, thong panties.”
    Mac hung up without saying anything else. Ella thought most women would have resented the highhandedness of his instructions, but she was relieved not to have to make any decisions regarding their time together. She liked the fact that all she had to do when she woke up was dress as instructed and be available to please Mac tonight. Her nights in the ER were filled with making quick, stressful, sometimes life altering decisions. If submitting to two strong men’s demands without a qualm fulfilled her when she was away from work, she was going to simply go with it while it lasted.
    Mac grabbed some tissues and wiped the come from his stomach and hands. That was the first time just the sound of a woman climaxing made him come. Here he had convinced himself he wasn’t as easy as Sam was, wouldn’t be taken in by all that white blond hair, sultry green eyes, and alabaster skin. Hell no, he had been completely bowled over simply by the breathy sound of her voice as she followed his orders without question and brought herself to a quick and obviously satisfying orgasm.
    Tossing the soaked tissues in the trash, he stripped and headed to bed also, figuring he was going to need as much rest as possible to keep one step ahead of their girl. He only hoped this threesome they were developing didn’t end up biting them in the ass when they finally caught this perp and went their separate ways. While Sam had had several long term relationships, Mac had had only one and that had been fifteen years ago and had ended badly. Since then, he had had no desire to enter into anything that lasted longer than a few weeks. Between the two of them, they were giving Ella a taste of whatshe had been craving. He only hoped she would be satisfied with that and not expect more.
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    Ella dressed in a short, black halter dress that left absolutely nothing to the imagination and a pair of