He mouths at her shoulder as he palms her tits, and Tristian and I watch him, groaning at the way his hands look over them, squeezing. It’s one of those things I wasn’t expecting, the way the two of them look with her. It’s just like that day she held onto me as Tristian fucked her.
She moans, releasing me to gasp, “Oh, that feels good. Hot and cold. Cold and hot.” Spinning, she faces Rath and kisses him, winding her arms around his neck. I have to admit it. They look good together. Right. Like they fit in some incomprehensible way. My eyes drop to her ass when his hands do, her silk panties clinging to her like a second skin. Her kisses trail down his neck to his chest, down his belly and back to his erection, bobbing just above water. “Dimitri’s all about the process, dragging it out as long as possible.” She laves her tongue over the tip. “But he doesn’t waste a single second. It’s all so good. So good.” There’s this expression on her face as she says it, almost pleadingly, as if she’s begging someone to understand why she can’t stop herself from taking Rath into her mouth.
Dimitri must hear it, because he makes a low, gritty sound and gathers her hair back, saying, “You can have this dick anytime you want, baby.”
The urge I’ve been suppressing all night washes over me, and I just can’t stop myself from dropping back into the water. My hands fit perfectly around her hips. I’ve always liked that about her, the way she looks so small up against me, like I could toss her around or swallow her up in my arms. I press my cock against her ass, nestling it between those sweet cheeks of hers, and I wish I could go back in time to the crazed motherfucker I used to be, just so I can tell him we get it.
She lifts away from Rath, turning to examine me through heavy, wet lashes. “Jealous, big brother?”
I don’t get out an answer before her hand thrusts out, gripping my cock. The smooth touch of her fingertips sends sparks flickering under my skin, and I know it’s the lingering effects of the drug, but it feels electric, like every nerve ending is connected to the searing point of her touch.
“I sure as fuck am,” Tristian admits, sliding off the edge.
Her gentle laugh as she turns to face him makes my lungs constrict. “Tristian Mercer demands attention. I’m shocked.”
He doesn’t bother disagreeing, the spoiled little fucker. He just sighs when she touches him, her hand dipping lower to fondle his balls. Her lips look red and swollen as they sink down onto him. If I’m looking for any cues that this isn’t actually something she wants to do, then I’m failing to find them. She moans when Rath reaches out to touch her, arching into the press of his palm on her neck.
Rath pushes her down, insistent but easy, like he’s curious to see just how deep she can drive herself onto Tristian’s cock.
The answer to that is, apparently, really fucking deep.
Rath’s voice is low, full of awe. “Goddamn, girl.” He strokes his own dick as he watches her nearly bottom out, lips stretched wide around the root of Tristian’s cock. “Am I gonna get some of that next?”
She pulls off Tristian, and without missing a beat, spins to take Rath into her mouth. She doesn’t perform as much for him, and it takes me a second to realize why. She knows what Rath likes. How many evenings has she spent up in his room doing this, learning what makes his shoulders hitch like that, finding out what elicits that rumble from his chest?
I try to be patient. I swear to fucking god; I do. But she’s basically making love to Rath’s dick with her mouth, and I need it. For myself. Luckily for me, all it takes is a touch on her shoulder and she’s whirling around, sinking her lips onto me. She lets me thrust into her mouth, but I don’t fuck myself into the back of her throat like last time. I don’t need it. I just need the way she looks up at me with those dazed eyes, so eager and trusting. It’d be enough to make anyone bust.
And then Tristian scoots close, caressing her cheek.
She takes us like that for a long while, deep throating Tristian until Rath gets impatient. Lavishing Rath’s dick with affection until I can’t take it anymore. Savoring my cock until Tristian nudges her. It’s quiet and over-warm, the three of us standing in some fucked-up, erotic triangle, thigh-deep in the bubbling hot tub, as we breathe too loud, eager for our own turn.
Rath licks over his lip ring as he watches her bob up and down on his dick. “Apparently, ex makes our girl a multi-tasker.”
And good at it, too, because it’s only moments later that she’s stroking me closer to a different kind of ecstasy. This one is so much more pure, natural enough that I feel it settle into my bones. It’s not just the drugs, it’s her. It’s all of us: the breath, the heartbeat, the aching balls. It’s Tristian’s gentle words of praise. It’s Rath’s quiet, dirty promises. It’s my soft grunts as I fuck myself against her slick tongue. It’s her little, barely suppressed whines as she enjoys us.