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Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward and knocked on the bathroom door. Seth had been in there for over an hour, which isn't super abnormal considering I had heard the shower running. When he didn't answer, I tried again but got the same results. I glanced down at the golden doorknob and reached for it, curious if he'd left it unlocked. It twisted and the door popped open.

I took a step in and steam billowed around me. Seth was standing in front of the mirror, finishing a shave with a white towel wrapped around his bottom half. Shutting the door behind me, I walked towards him, his hardened eyes meeting mine through the mirror. I flipped around, and with my hands, lifted myself on the sink counter next to him. I gave him a tiny 'forgive-me' smile and started swinging my legs, communicating with my eyes as best I could.

Seth bowed his head, turned the faucet on, and washed the shaving cream from his razor without saying anything to me.

"I'm—" I started, but his head jerked up and he gave me a warning look. Whatever I had been about to say was forgotten now.

I thought he'd leave after that and the night would end with his silent treatment, but he continued to watch me, his eyes trailing down the large nightshirt I'd taken from Ethan's drawer. I noticed the subtle clenching of his jaw as he focused on my bare thighs.

Swallowing, I slowly parted my thighs, a little frustrated with myself for keeping my underwear on. He stopped breathing at my clear, open invitation and his gaze darkened with an almost unhinged desire. His hand shot out to caress my knee. I reached and pulled him towards me. When he was settled between my legs, his breathing started again as he jerked me forward.

My arms wrapped around his neck, clutching him to keep from falling as he scooted me off the countertop so that his hips could reach me. His fingers fumbled with my underwear, not bothering to take them off, just shoving the material aside. I reached for his towel and with a flick of my wrist, it dropped to the floor.

I barely heard the door creak open, but when I finally lifted my head I saw Ethan leaning against the doorway watching us intently with his lips parted and cheeks flushed. When we made eye contact, I could see the indecision on his face: did he join in, or did he watch?

He settled more comfortably against the door, crossing his feet, and his arms across his chest. I gave him a saucy wink, understanding his decision.

Voyeur number two.

Seth was too impatient for much foreplay. I could tell by his frantic caresses and the rapid rise and fall of his chest that he'd be pushing into me soon. I licked my lips as he adjusted. The tip of his cock prodded my entrance, teasing me as he pushed a little in, before withdrawing.

"Oh fuck," Seth whimpered and his hands clamped on my hips, his fingernails digging into my skin, as he slammed me down on to him.

My mouth fell open and my eyes shut as a mixture of pleasure and a pain-like pressure shot through my groin. With wheezing breaths at the sudden intrusion, I wrapped my legs around Seth's waist, encouraging his already erratic, thrusting hips to continue. My arms tightened on his neck, and with my legs wrapped around him, I had enough leverage to at least try and meet his thrusts.

I lifted my gaze to see Seth's eyes closed. His helpless groan and whimpers let me know that this impromptu fuck against the sink counter was for one thing and one thing only: pleasure, and I was okay with that.

His pumping hips were coming faster, slamming into me harder. The loud smack of skin, the slurping sound of his dick pushing in and out, the smell of his body wash... it was almost too much for me as I rubbed my face against the side of his and spewed an 'oh Seth' mantra into his ear.

"Come on, Cassie, fuck me! Oh, God. Yes. Squeeze your tight little pussy around my dick. That's it, baby!" His words were stumbling out together, sounding like a mushed mess. "I'm gonna fuckin' cum! Oh fuck, oh fuuuck!" He let out a rumbling growl and gave one more quick hip thrust before swiftly pulling out of me, shooting his seed over my lower belly.

I curiously rubbed my hand over the sticky wetness as Seth pushed me up so that when he stepped away from me I wouldn't fall off the counter. I leaned back against the mirror behind me, breathing heavily. Seth backed away until he collided with the wall behind him, slowly sliding down it, panting with exertion. I closed my eyes, trying to gain my breath back from the fast pace Seth had set, but my eyes popped open when I felt a tongue licking my abdomen.

Ethan was licking up Seth's mess on me. He lifted his eyes to mine and took his lips an inch away from my stomach. "You didn't orgasm," he stated, before sucking more of Seth off me.

"No biggie," I said, breathless once again.

Once Ethan was finished cleaning me off with his tongue, he went lower. With one hand he spread my lips and placed a gentle, sucking kiss against my clit. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my hand reached out, holding the back of his head, keeping him in place.

He speared his tongue, flicking my clit. It was back and forth. Flick. Kiss. Flick. Kiss. Ethan paused when he noticed the tensing in my thighs and the stillness of my arched hips.

"Please, don't stop." My pleading words were barely above a whisper.

Ethan gave me a half-smile. "Do you want my tongue or my cock?"

I blinked rapidly at the choice. What? All these... Choices. Choices. Choices. Why were there so many?

"The last one," I whispered biting my lip and shutting my eyes as I waited for him to enter me, but what happened instead made me yelp in surprise.

He took me off the countersink, my socked feet touching the floor for a mere second before he turned me around and bent me over the sink so that my ass was in the air. My feet were a few inches from the floor, and when I looked up I could see myself and Ethan coming at me from behind in the mirror.

I heard the rushing sound of his pajama pants dropping to the floor. The only warning I got was a firm slap to my right ass cheek before he opened me up and pushed into the hilt. I bit my lip at the hard jerk and only briefly closed my eyes before I opened them to stare at him through the mirror. His eyes were closed and for the most part, he remained still except for the small pulsing upward thrusts his hips were making.

This wasn't going to last long... for either of us. This I knew when I saw Seth in the mirror, making his way to Ethan. There were some small subtle movements, but then Ethan jerked upwards and the pressure against me doubled.

"Fuck, baby, how are you hard again so quickly?" Ethan asked through gritted teeth.

His jaw clenched and his eyes held a grimace. I wanted to reach towards him caress the pain on his face away, but I was still facing the mirror.

"Your ass is my Viagra," Seth spoke softly in his ear before trailing kisses on the side of Ethan's neck. "I'll wait until you adjust better because I'm gonna fuck you both hard."

The rumors didn't lie when they said make-up sex was the best. When Seth and Ethan finished, they'd fallen back and slid down the wall next to the shower stall, leaving me shivering on top of the bathroom sink, my feet dangling, my, now red, ass exposed and wet from the result of Ethan's screaming orgasm. I was pretty sure I couldn't walk even if I'd wanted to. I needed to move though because the warmth from them on top of me started seeping away and the pleasure shivers were turning into cold ones. My sweaty forehead was still plastered to the mirror and my breath was still coming in pants, puffing and fogging up my disheveled reflection.

Finally, when they caught their breath, it was Seth who asked me, "Are you okay?"

I glanced up, making eye contact through the mirror once more. "I'm going to be sore for days," I managed with a rough voice, "but give me a second and I'll move. Do you need to finish up?"

Seth frowned and walked towards me in all his glory. And it was all glory of chiseled perfection. "Th-that wasn't how I meant it. Here, let me help you." His strong arms flexed as he lifted me off the counter, sweeping my legs up, holding me bridal style close to his chest. "Bed?"

I nodded, "Bed."

He shifted me, holding me in place with one arm as he reached down to pull at the covers on the made bed. I held in a small smile at the predictability of Ethan's habits as Seth gently put me down and brought the covers over me.

Before I could say anything, Seth left and I found myself wondering if it had been make-up sex or just angry sex. The slapping sounds, the rough—almost animalistic—growls and grunts seemed to still echo in my head.

I didn't want to fight anymore, but Seth's haunted look and angry reaction baffled me and I wanted to know that story. I had never been one for confrontation though, well at least the serious type of confrontation, and they all knew it.

Nibbling on my lower lip, I stared blankly at the comforter covering me when the bedroom door opened and Seth walked back in with something in his hands. Whatever it was, it was wrapped in a clean washrag. When he sat next to me and pulled the blankets off my I almost whined, but he showed no response as he nudged my thighs apart.

"What are you doing?"

"It's an ice pack. Keep it on your thighs for about fifteen minutes—"

My eyes widened and I glanced down at the ice pack like it was alien to me. "You want me to keep that thing between my legs? It's too cold!"

Like I hadn't even spoken, he continued, "—and then take a hot bath with that bag of Epsom salt under the bathroom sink."

"But why?"

He heaved a sigh. "It'll help with the soreness," he said, caressing my thigh. His finger lingered over a fingerprint shaped bruise that was starting and the frown, which had never left his face, deepened. "I'm sorry we were so rough with you."

I shrugged, brushing off his apology. "It's cool. It was intense, but I liked it."

"Yeah, well next time, we'll take precautions."

"Precautions? Like condoms? It's fine. I told you. I'm still on birth control for at least another week."

He licked his bottom lip, mostly to cover the smile tugging his mouth upward, but I still saw it. "Not those types of precautions... safe word precautions."

"It wasn't that bad!"

Seth nodded while blinking rapidly a few times. "It wasn't, but if I hadn't already had an orgasm it could have easily shifted, so a 'just-in-case' is necessary."

"Purple people eater!"

Seth paused and tilted his head, confusion filling his eyes. "What?"

"My safeword, or words I guess, will always be purple people eater."

He snorted and rolled his eyes. "That's ah--unique. Not something that could be passed over in the heat of the moment either," he said. "Isn't that a song?"

"It is. It's by Sheb Wooley."

"I don't know why I'm surprised that you know that," Seth mumbled under his breath. "I'm gonna go check on Ethan. I think he fell asleep on the floor."

He stood from the bed and turned towards the bathroom, but I reached out, placing my hand on his forearm to stop him. "Hey, Seth, I'm sorry about--well, with what happened tonight I mean. I know it was supposed to be our first date night. I didn't expect to see them."

I watched, my eyes moving back and forth over his face like I was reading a book, fearing the anger that could follow, but he'd shut his eyes too quickly for me to see much of anything. His jaw clenched and he kept them closed for about five seconds before making eye contact with me. "I know," he whispered.

"And we do need to talk about it, you know? We talked about it a little that one night, but with it getting closer..." I trailed off.

"Cassie-" I could hear the warning in his voice for me to stop.

I held my hands up in a peace offering. "I get it, not tonight, maybe not even tomorrow, but eventually."

He gave a tightly controlled nod of agreement and continued towards the bathroom.

"Well, that's better than nothing," I said to myself before settling deeper beneath the covers.