He pulled them both out of the shower by the wrist.
No towels. No pause.
Both women stumbled out onto the bathroom tile still dripping, the cold air of the room hitting wet skin immediately, both of them gasping from the temperature change and the shift from the steam.
Jenny grabbed the edge of the sink.
Vivienne's knees nearly buckled and didn't only because his hand was already at her waist.
He held both of them facing him.
One hand on each, flat against their chests, just holding the weight of their respective breasts in his palms.
Not sexual.
Just holding.
The way a man holds two things he is assessing.
His thumbs moved across both sets of nipples simultaneously.
Both women hissed.
"Stop—" Jenny's jaw tightened. "They're raw—"
He pinched both her nipples between thumb and forefinger.
Pulled them outward.
"AAHHH~!! That 'hurts'—'stop'—"
He did the same to Vivienne.
Vivienne's hands flew up to grab his wrists and got nowhere.
