I'm sorry this got so long... I kinda got out of control and I'm pretty sure it's not what you're looking for. Kicking around an idea for a solid Brian/Matt solo piece.
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The house is unusually quiet despite its occupants. Ashley has been back on filming break only a day, but the jet lag fade lines around her eyes have faded and she wears a soft, confident, smile as she occupies one side of the sofa with Marisha on the other end.
Marisha offers her a wan smirk, a silent communication of relaxation. The music is soft enough that they can occasionally hear the shuffle of feet and unintelligible whispers of their lovers in the kitchen.
“Thank you,” Ashley says softly; “for, you know, taking care of him while I’m away. I don’t think I’d trust anyone else.”
“No problem.” Marisha turns her head toward the kitchen, the sound of Matt’s bare feet an audible tip-tap on the tile. “Besides, Matt did most of the work.”
When Matt steps through the breezeway carrying a clutch of wine glasses and a large bottle, his cheeks are nearly as pink as the obvious blush down his throat and bare chest. There’s an shift in his boxers when they both look at him, but he only lowers his eyes and steps forward.
“Good boy,” Marisha murmurs affectionately. She accepts the glass when Matt offers, holding it in front of her to allow him to pour. She knows that with their guest present, he’s been on his best behavior for the most part… of course, she can also see the pink nibble mark on Matt’s shoulder that hadn’t been there when the boys were sent for refreshments. “I was just telling Ashley about how helpful you’ve been with taking care of Brian while she’s away.”
Matt swallows and then lifts his eyes briefly to Ashley before lowering them again. “Thank you. It’s a pleasure.”
Ashley giggles and shifts her sneakers out from underneath her as she is handed a glass to have filled. The whole thing is still a little new to her and she blames Matt and Marisha’s arrangement almost as much as Brian’s interest in trying it out themselves. It’s been over a year, but she still sees the clear difference between their situations; Matt is gleefully subservient, enjoying the times he can let go of the responsibilities put on him and allow someone he loves to make decisions for him. Brian is… well… for lack of a better term, he’s a bit of a brat. He enjoys it, but also pushes back until Ashley’s calm demeanor is a raging storm of frustration. It’s his way, she thinks, of playing the game by pushing her buttons.
Wine poured, Matt returns the bottle to its usual place on the table before lowering himself to his knees on the floor at Marisha’s feet. He leans into her and nuzzles against her long skirt until her fingers comb delicately through his hair. He knows what’s coming and has tried to restrain his enthusiasm; of course wearing nothing but boxers and a smile it’s pretty hard to hide anything from their watchful eyes. “Go ahead and start with our guest,” Marisha says. Her wrist turns, dragging a stray lock of dark hair behind Matt’s ear.
Matt nods slowly and brushes a kiss in the soft fabric before crawling across the floor. This is good, this is exciting and new, something he’d anticipated Marisha would ask of him - more hoped that she would - as a reward for his hard work. Pushing up on his knees, he addresses Ashley with eyes downcast and a softened voice; “May I please wash your feet?”
Marisha says casually; “He gives the best goddamn pedicures, believe me, you want to get in on that.”
Ashley hears the telling shift in Matt’s tone, it’s not just a service he provides but something he enjoys beyond a job well done. The knowing look on Marisha’s face only confirms it. “Of course,” she coos, tentatively reaching out to tilt his chin up until beautiful eyes look back up at her. It never ceases to amaze her how easily his features can shift from intensely powerful one moment to a cute puppy the next - currently, it’s closer to the latter. “If you take off your shorts first.”
It’s not so much the words that impact him, but the sweet little voice that says them. Matt swallows hard, and then glances back to Marisha who gives a single nod of approval. Without hesitation, he stands up and hooks both thumbs at the waistband of his shorts only to have them knocked away. Ashley takes control of the moment, drawing the soft cotton down his hips. Unsure for the barest of a second, Matt clasps his hands behind his neck and closes his eyes; blushing darker and hotter as the waistband clears his pelvis and his cock stiffens, shifting up toward his belly under her gaze.
When Brian enters, the first thing he sees is Matt standing cowed and naked with his hands clasped behind his neck, and then it occurs to him who he’s standing in front of. The jealousy comes in a small wave, barely a bump but enough for him to clutch the warm basin in his hands even tighter as he stops in his tracks. He knows it’s silly to be jealous given the things that had transpired in the last couple weeks, even more given the fact that they both agreed this was a thing they were both okay with. After a deep breath, he settles himself and allows the fact that what he’s seeing is actually really hot take root. Ashley’s hands are lingering on Matt’s hips, she glances toward Marisha and teases; “I think he’s just a little eager.”
Matt whimpers when one of Ashley’s hands moves from his hip to grasp his partially aroused cock, the flesh responding even before she firmly squeezes around the base and offers him one slow stroke base to tip. It’s all he can do not to moan, the fire spreading through him completely. When he openes his eyes, she’s staring at his awkwardly aroused cock, licking her lips, and part of him expects to feel those lips on him for the first time, instead he hears Marisha’s order; “Knees.”
Brian hesitates, watching Matt hit his knees between Ashley’s feet without thinking, and then comes down on his bare knees beside Marisha without a word, tilting the heavy basin to narrowly avoid spilling. This week has been a lesson in keeping his mouth shut; he’s spent more time grunting against a rubber ball or taut fabric than able to speak, and it has been a rough lesson to say the least. When he sees the look of pure amusement on Ashley’s face, knowing she hasn’t even noticed him kneeling there, he almost wishes he was gagged now. Thankfully, before he can say something he’ll regret, Marisha’s fingers rake through his hair before turning to sharp claws against his scalp and draw him closer. “I’ll keep this one busy,” Marisha says, drawing Ashley’s attention.
Ashley blushes, noticing Brian knelt in front of a large basin at Marisha’s feet. “Oh!” She licks her lips, mind tripping over the fact that he’d probably been there a while. “Yes, you should.”
Head down, mouth shut, Matt takes the basin and slides it on the floor to rest between Ashley’s feet. It’s full of hot water, a blue cloth floating on top of mild bubbles. It’s not a full pedicure, Marisha didn’t get out the kit, but he takes no less care. His pulse is already elevated when he lifts Ashley’s right foot and pulls the sneaker’s shoelace, loosening it before easing it off her foot. Marisha groans and it only sends his pulse higher, knowing it’s not his actions but something he’s missing while focused on slowly folding down Ashley’s sock until he cups her heel.
“You’re so gentle,” Ashley murmurs, watching Matt’s sure hands at work. Out of the corner of her eye she can see Brian between Marisha’s thighs, her long skirt hiked up around her waist as he noses the slip of her panties, but her focus is on Matt’s hands. Long fingers caress her ankle as he eases the sock past her instep, and Matt’s cock shifts fully hard against his thigh. Finally, her toes are bare and when she wiggles them, he draws an unsteady breath. “Taste them,” she says, glancing up to see him looking at her expectantly, as though he wanted to ask for just that. She knows what Marisha would do, what she should do, and curtly adds; “And if I catch you looking at me like that again, you’re done.”
With an audible gulp, Matt drops his eyes and flushes hot again. He hadn’t meant to, but it was hard not to beg when such a desirable thing is in his hands. “Yes ma’am,” he answers quickly. Reverently, he holds her heel in one hand as the other folds around the arch. Lowering himself, he smells first, not the delicious clean scent but the warm and familiar tang of skin and sweat. It’s dirty, and the thought only excites him more since Marisha never allows him that particular taste. He kisses each toe, brushing his lips over the tip and then the pad one by one, his anticipation building until Matt finally wraps his lips around her smallest little toe completely, lapping with his tongue before suckling at the tiny digit.
Another gasp closes Marisha’s throat and she digs her nails harder into Brian’s scalp, pushing his face into her mound. His nose digs at her clit through her panties, the fabric saturated with his saliva and her arousal as what had started with tiny kitten licks had become his full tongue lapping at the cotton and pressing it into her skin as though his desperation to taste her could melt it away. She lifts her hips into him, smothering him completely for a long moment before pulling him back by the hair with a rough yank. “Now, ask nicely.”
Brian feels dizzy and draws deep breaths, eyes closed for a long moment before opening to focus on his goal. Head down, he carefully asks; “May I please you, Miss Marisha?” She’s more into rules than Ashley ever has been, formality, making him want until it’s painful… and really, it’s made his training hard.
Marisha smiles down at him, seeing his cheeks flushed with effort, Brian’s hands are braced on her calves, no doubt to keep them off the bulge tenting at his shorts, and then she looks to Ashley. She’s flushed too, skin ruddy with what seems to be embarrassment and probably arousal, one hand grasping at the sofa cushion as the other covers her mouth. Matt’s taking good care of her, sucking her toes diligently, moaning around each one. “You may,” she answers, sweeping aside her panties to allow access to her bare slit. Brian moans as he pushes close once more without need for her digging nails and rough grasp, tongue lapping at her wetness eagerly.
In any other situation Matt would likely be distracted by Marisha’s moans, but right now he’s focused on giving. He lets up off of Ashley’s big toe with a wet pop, punctuating it with a moan that’s stifled when he eagerly wraps his mouth around the width of her foot, taking them all between his lips as best he can, struggling even harder to stroke between each digit with his tongue when he hears her moan out loud. “Enough,” Ashley pants, a thready whine to her voice; “please, wash it clean.” Matt whimpers and draws back, darling a long lick that starts at her heel and tickles over her sole all the way to her wet toes. “Jesus, Matthew!” She cries out, pressing the sole of her foot against his face. If she thinks that’s a punishment, she’s wrong. Matt groans and feels a wet bead dripping down the shaft of his cock as she pushes her arch against his scruffy cheek.
Marisha’s soft panting moans break to a frustrated growl. She pants, “Be good, Matthew.”
Offering Ashley puppy eyes, he dare not look at Marisha after interrupting her, he lowers the delicate foot in his hands to the soapy water. “Yes ma’am.” He lowers his head again, letting himself focus on the act of slippery fingers on skin. At first he drags the soft cloth over the top of her foot and then the bottom before focusing between her toes. His fingers slide easily on her skin and soft little noises urge on his exploration. He wants to taste her skin again, the soapy sweetness of freshly washed toes, but doesn’t dare ask.
At first it’s strange for her to watch the ritualistic display. Ashley has seen Matt deep in his moment a hundred times in different context, the way his brow furrows and his hair sweeps down his cheeks as he leans in to study her. The sort of deep concentration he usually reserves for reading over notes or checking something that doesn’t seem right is now focused in on her foot. Each stroke of his long fingers is tender, worshipful even, and it tickles pleasantly over her skin. “Oh gosh…” she pants, feeling the slow and steady heat rising from the sheer intimacy of Matt’s touch and the way it clearly arouses him. When she lifts her foot out of his slippery hands, Matt lets out a soft huff of protest that’s replaced by a gentle ‘ahh’ when she lifts her other sneaker for his attention. “Not done yet, Mercer.”
Marisha shudders, her thighs quaking as they lock tight around Brian’s ears when she comes. His tongue probes deep into her, wet lapping grunts meet with the gentle rub of the tip of his nose on her clit. With several deep breaths, she brings herself back around and once more digs her nails into his scalp, taking full hold to pull back his head and see the flushed drunk lust on his face. “Brian, stay.”
Brian groans and looks up to her, not expecting the sting of her slender hand smacking his cheek with an indelicate snap of skin against skin. He yelps loudly; “Yes ma’am!” Leaning back on his heels is automatic now, almost a direct response to being slapped even as the pain sends spikes of arousal through him. As much he adores his Ashley, it’s not her style to really make him hurt.
Marisha slides closer to Ashley then, as Matt dips her second foot into the water, and leans in close - whispering against her ear; “Do you want to see Brian’s new trick before or after he's had his turn with the foot boy?”
For a moment the question doesn't really register, Ashley’s head is swimming with unexpected arousal and the gentle slide of Matt’s fingers replacing the cloth and tracing from her ankle down over the curve of her heel as reverently as someone might stroke a breast or thigh. Drawing a deep breath, she shakes her head slightly. ‘I… I don’t know.” It’s meant to be a whisper, but instead forms a breathy and content sigh.
“Then after,” Marisha says. “Brian, up. I think it's your turn.”
Matt protests again, a barely audible whimper as he flushes away the soap bubbles clinging to Ashley’s fair skin. It's not that he doesn't want to do Brian’s also, he's actually been looking forward to it, just that he's enjoying the way Ashley shifts and tries not to squirm under his touch. He wants to do a thorough job. When he hears the sofa under Brian’s weight as he sits in the center, Matt lifts Ashley’s toes to his lips for one last kiss before taking his basin and sliding over.
Brian has almost gotten used to being touched by his hosts, as strange as it feels it's easier with Ashley there showing nothing but approval when Marisha’s hand slides across his boxers and draws the fold back to expose his fully erect cock. “Look at you,” Ashley breathes as she wraps her fingers around the girth of his shaft and strokes slowly, “Matt’s not the only one showing off.” Brian gasps, his head once more grasped by Marisha’s slim fingers to stifle any words that were vaguely bouncing around his brain to be silenced on the gentle slope of her breast.
“You should take your pants off and put it to good use.” Marisha opens her grip on Brian’s hair, satisfied as his tongue and lips affectionately toy at her nipple. “I think he’s earned a treat.”
Fill: Foot Boy (Matt/Brian/Ashley//Marisha - Foot fetish, D/s) 1/?
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The house is unusually quiet despite its occupants. Ashley has been back on filming break only a day, but the jet lag fade lines around her eyes have faded and she wears a soft, confident, smile as she occupies one side of the sofa with Marisha on the other end.
Marisha offers her a wan smirk, a silent communication of relaxation. The music is soft enough that they can occasionally hear the shuffle of feet and unintelligible whispers of their lovers in the kitchen.
“Thank you,” Ashley says softly; “for, you know, taking care of him while I’m away. I don’t think I’d trust anyone else.”
“No problem.” Marisha turns her head toward the kitchen, the sound of Matt’s bare feet an audible tip-tap on the tile. “Besides, Matt did most of the work.”
When Matt steps through the breezeway carrying a clutch of wine glasses and a large bottle, his cheeks are nearly as pink as the obvious blush down his throat and bare chest. There’s an shift in his boxers when they both look at him, but he only lowers his eyes and steps forward.
“Good boy,” Marisha murmurs affectionately. She accepts the glass when Matt offers, holding it in front of her to allow him to pour. She knows that with their guest present, he’s been on his best behavior for the most part… of course, she can also see the pink nibble mark on Matt’s shoulder that hadn’t been there when the boys were sent for refreshments. “I was just telling Ashley about how helpful you’ve been with taking care of Brian while she’s away.”
Matt swallows and then lifts his eyes briefly to Ashley before lowering them again. “Thank you. It’s a pleasure.”
Ashley giggles and shifts her sneakers out from underneath her as she is handed a glass to have filled. The whole thing is still a little new to her and she blames Matt and Marisha’s arrangement almost as much as Brian’s interest in trying it out themselves. It’s been over a year, but she still sees the clear difference between their situations; Matt is gleefully subservient, enjoying the times he can let go of the responsibilities put on him and allow someone he loves to make decisions for him. Brian is… well… for lack of a better term, he’s a bit of a brat. He enjoys it, but also pushes back until Ashley’s calm demeanor is a raging storm of frustration. It’s his way, she thinks, of playing the game by pushing her buttons.
Wine poured, Matt returns the bottle to its usual place on the table before lowering himself to his knees on the floor at Marisha’s feet. He leans into her and nuzzles against her long skirt until her fingers comb delicately through his hair. He knows what’s coming and has tried to restrain his enthusiasm; of course wearing nothing but boxers and a smile it’s pretty hard to hide anything from their watchful eyes. “Go ahead and start with our guest,” Marisha says. Her wrist turns, dragging a stray lock of dark hair behind Matt’s ear.
Matt nods slowly and brushes a kiss in the soft fabric before crawling across the floor. This is good, this is exciting and new, something he’d anticipated Marisha would ask of him - more hoped that she would - as a reward for his hard work. Pushing up on his knees, he addresses Ashley with eyes downcast and a softened voice; “May I please wash your feet?”
Marisha says casually; “He gives the best goddamn pedicures, believe me, you want to get in on that.”
Ashley hears the telling shift in Matt’s tone, it’s not just a service he provides but something he enjoys beyond a job well done. The knowing look on Marisha’s face only confirms it. “Of course,” she coos, tentatively reaching out to tilt his chin up until beautiful eyes look back up at her. It never ceases to amaze her how easily his features can shift from intensely powerful one moment to a cute puppy the next - currently, it’s closer to the latter. “If you take off your shorts first.”
It’s not so much the words that impact him, but the sweet little voice that says them. Matt swallows hard, and then glances back to Marisha who gives a single nod of approval. Without hesitation, he stands up and hooks both thumbs at the waistband of his shorts only to have them knocked away. Ashley takes control of the moment, drawing the soft cotton down his hips. Unsure for the barest of a second, Matt clasps his hands behind his neck and closes his eyes; blushing darker and hotter as the waistband clears his pelvis and his cock stiffens, shifting up toward his belly under her gaze.
When Brian enters, the first thing he sees is Matt standing cowed and naked with his hands clasped behind his neck, and then it occurs to him who he’s standing in front of. The jealousy comes in a small wave, barely a bump but enough for him to clutch the warm basin in his hands even tighter as he stops in his tracks. He knows it’s silly to be jealous given the things that had transpired in the last couple weeks, even more given the fact that they both agreed this was a thing they were both okay with. After a deep breath, he settles himself and allows the fact that what he’s seeing is actually really hot take root. Ashley’s hands are lingering on Matt’s hips, she glances toward Marisha and teases; “I think he’s just a little eager.”
Matt whimpers when one of Ashley’s hands moves from his hip to grasp his partially aroused cock, the flesh responding even before she firmly squeezes around the base and offers him one slow stroke base to tip. It’s all he can do not to moan, the fire spreading through him completely. When he openes his eyes, she’s staring at his awkwardly aroused cock, licking her lips, and part of him expects to feel those lips on him for the first time, instead he hears Marisha’s order; “Knees.”
Brian hesitates, watching Matt hit his knees between Ashley’s feet without thinking, and then comes down on his bare knees beside Marisha without a word, tilting the heavy basin to narrowly avoid spilling. This week has been a lesson in keeping his mouth shut; he’s spent more time grunting against a rubber ball or taut fabric than able to speak, and it has been a rough lesson to say the least. When he sees the look of pure amusement on Ashley’s face, knowing she hasn’t even noticed him kneeling there, he almost wishes he was gagged now. Thankfully, before he can say something he’ll regret, Marisha’s fingers rake through his hair before turning to sharp claws against his scalp and draw him closer. “I’ll keep this one busy,” Marisha says, drawing Ashley’s attention.
Ashley blushes, noticing Brian knelt in front of a large basin at Marisha’s feet. “Oh!” She licks her lips, mind tripping over the fact that he’d probably been there a while. “Yes, you should.”
Head down, mouth shut, Matt takes the basin and slides it on the floor to rest between Ashley’s feet. It’s full of hot water, a blue cloth floating on top of mild bubbles. It’s not a full pedicure, Marisha didn’t get out the kit, but he takes no less care. His pulse is already elevated when he lifts Ashley’s right foot and pulls the sneaker’s shoelace, loosening it before easing it off her foot. Marisha groans and it only sends his pulse higher, knowing it’s not his actions but something he’s missing while focused on slowly folding down Ashley’s sock until he cups her heel.
“You’re so gentle,” Ashley murmurs, watching Matt’s sure hands at work. Out of the corner of her eye she can see Brian between Marisha’s thighs, her long skirt hiked up around her waist as he noses the slip of her panties, but her focus is on Matt’s hands. Long fingers caress her ankle as he eases the sock past her instep, and Matt’s cock shifts fully hard against his thigh. Finally, her toes are bare and when she wiggles them, he draws an unsteady breath. “Taste them,” she says, glancing up to see him looking at her expectantly, as though he wanted to ask for just that. She knows what Marisha would do, what she should do, and curtly adds; “And if I catch you looking at me like that again, you’re done.”
With an audible gulp, Matt drops his eyes and flushes hot again. He hadn’t meant to, but it was hard not to beg when such a desirable thing is in his hands. “Yes ma’am,” he answers quickly. Reverently, he holds her heel in one hand as the other folds around the arch. Lowering himself, he smells first, not the delicious clean scent but the warm and familiar tang of skin and sweat. It’s dirty, and the thought only excites him more since Marisha never allows him that particular taste. He kisses each toe, brushing his lips over the tip and then the pad one by one, his anticipation building until Matt finally wraps his lips around her smallest little toe completely, lapping with his tongue before suckling at the tiny digit.
Another gasp closes Marisha’s throat and she digs her nails harder into Brian’s scalp, pushing his face into her mound. His nose digs at her clit through her panties, the fabric saturated with his saliva and her arousal as what had started with tiny kitten licks had become his full tongue lapping at the cotton and pressing it into her skin as though his desperation to taste her could melt it away. She lifts her hips into him, smothering him completely for a long moment before pulling him back by the hair with a rough yank. “Now, ask nicely.”
Brian feels dizzy and draws deep breaths, eyes closed for a long moment before opening to focus on his goal. Head down, he carefully asks; “May I please you, Miss Marisha?” She’s more into rules than Ashley ever has been, formality, making him want until it’s painful… and really, it’s made his training hard.
Marisha smiles down at him, seeing his cheeks flushed with effort, Brian’s hands are braced on her calves, no doubt to keep them off the bulge tenting at his shorts, and then she looks to Ashley. She’s flushed too, skin ruddy with what seems to be embarrassment and probably arousal, one hand grasping at the sofa cushion as the other covers her mouth. Matt’s taking good care of her, sucking her toes diligently, moaning around each one. “You may,” she answers, sweeping aside her panties to allow access to her bare slit. Brian moans as he pushes close once more without need for her digging nails and rough grasp, tongue lapping at her wetness eagerly.
In any other situation Matt would likely be distracted by Marisha’s moans, but right now he’s focused on giving. He lets up off of Ashley’s big toe with a wet pop, punctuating it with a moan that’s stifled when he eagerly wraps his mouth around the width of her foot, taking them all between his lips as best he can, struggling even harder to stroke between each digit with his tongue when he hears her moan out loud. “Enough,” Ashley pants, a thready whine to her voice; “please, wash it clean.” Matt whimpers and draws back, darling a long lick that starts at her heel and tickles over her sole all the way to her wet toes. “Jesus, Matthew!” She cries out, pressing the sole of her foot against his face. If she thinks that’s a punishment, she’s wrong. Matt groans and feels a wet bead dripping down the shaft of his cock as she pushes her arch against his scruffy cheek.
Marisha’s soft panting moans break to a frustrated growl. She pants, “Be good, Matthew.”
Offering Ashley puppy eyes, he dare not look at Marisha after interrupting her, he lowers the delicate foot in his hands to the soapy water. “Yes ma’am.” He lowers his head again, letting himself focus on the act of slippery fingers on skin. At first he drags the soft cloth over the top of her foot and then the bottom before focusing between her toes. His fingers slide easily on her skin and soft little noises urge on his exploration. He wants to taste her skin again, the soapy sweetness of freshly washed toes, but doesn’t dare ask.
At first it’s strange for her to watch the ritualistic display. Ashley has seen Matt deep in his moment a hundred times in different context, the way his brow furrows and his hair sweeps down his cheeks as he leans in to study her. The sort of deep concentration he usually reserves for reading over notes or checking something that doesn’t seem right is now focused in on her foot. Each stroke of his long fingers is tender, worshipful even, and it tickles pleasantly over her skin. “Oh gosh…” she pants, feeling the slow and steady heat rising from the sheer intimacy of Matt’s touch and the way it clearly arouses him. When she lifts her foot out of his slippery hands, Matt lets out a soft huff of protest that’s replaced by a gentle ‘ahh’ when she lifts her other sneaker for his attention. “Not done yet, Mercer.”
Marisha shudders, her thighs quaking as they lock tight around Brian’s ears when she comes. His tongue probes deep into her, wet lapping grunts meet with the gentle rub of the tip of his nose on her clit. With several deep breaths, she brings herself back around and once more digs her nails into his scalp, taking full hold to pull back his head and see the flushed drunk lust on his face. “Brian, stay.”
Brian groans and looks up to her, not expecting the sting of her slender hand smacking his cheek with an indelicate snap of skin against skin. He yelps loudly; “Yes ma’am!” Leaning back on his heels is automatic now, almost a direct response to being slapped even as the pain sends spikes of arousal through him. As much he adores his Ashley, it’s not her style to really make him hurt.
Marisha slides closer to Ashley then, as Matt dips her second foot into the water, and leans in close - whispering against her ear; “Do you want to see Brian’s new trick before or after he's had his turn with the foot boy?”
For a moment the question doesn't really register, Ashley’s head is swimming with unexpected arousal and the gentle slide of Matt’s fingers replacing the cloth and tracing from her ankle down over the curve of her heel as reverently as someone might stroke a breast or thigh. Drawing a deep breath, she shakes her head slightly. ‘I… I don’t know.” It’s meant to be a whisper, but instead forms a breathy and content sigh.
“Then after,” Marisha says. “Brian, up. I think it's your turn.”
Matt protests again, a barely audible whimper as he flushes away the soap bubbles clinging to Ashley’s fair skin. It's not that he doesn't want to do Brian’s also, he's actually been looking forward to it, just that he's enjoying the way Ashley shifts and tries not to squirm under his touch. He wants to do a thorough job. When he hears the sofa under Brian’s weight as he sits in the center, Matt lifts Ashley’s toes to his lips for one last kiss before taking his basin and sliding over.
Brian has almost gotten used to being touched by his hosts, as strange as it feels it's easier with Ashley there showing nothing but approval when Marisha’s hand slides across his boxers and draws the fold back to expose his fully erect cock. “Look at you,” Ashley breathes as she wraps her fingers around the girth of his shaft and strokes slowly, “Matt’s not the only one showing off.” Brian gasps, his head once more grasped by Marisha’s slim fingers to stifle any words that were vaguely bouncing around his brain to be silenced on the gentle slope of her breast.
“You should take your pants off and put it to good use.” Marisha opens her grip on Brian’s hair, satisfied as his tongue and lips affectionately toy at her nipple. “I think he’s earned a treat.”