And I’m going to enjoy the hell out of it.
“I think we still deserve our prize, don’t you, Beau?”
Beau yanks my hips against his cock and rolls them back with a low groan, then he does it again and again, using my ass like a toy to fuck against. “You’ve been bad today, darlin’。 You want to show us what a good girl you can be?”
I whimper, my pussy growing slick again in a way that has nothing to do with the water. I want to clutch at Dom so I can brace against Beau’s carnal assault behind me, but he still has my wrists, holding them against his chest, and it leaves me off balance. I have to scramble to brace against each selfish, ravenous stroke so I don’t collapse. It doesn’t seem to bother Beau; he just holds my hips where he wants them and makes himself feel good.
Another vicious thrust and my breathing turns ragged.
Dom slaps my cheek lightly to get my attention, and I gasp. “He asked you a question, little librarian.”
The flush has returned to Dom’s cheeks, and he drinks in my expression, devours it, until I’m sure he’s seen everything I’ve ever thought or felt about him, about them.
“Yes,” I gasp out. “I—I can be good. I’ll be good, sir. Please, I want— I need—”
Dom’s lips slant over mine, and he claims my mouth, invading with his hot, silky tongue. His kiss is aggressive, but not rough like Jaykob’s was. Dom is deliberate. This is an exploration, a strategic takeover, and his tongue works against mine with a determined skill, demanding a response. I turn soft, malleable, ready to give myself over to whatever they want to do to me. Pleasure simmers through me.
Beau slips his hand around my waist and, without warning, begins to play with my clit, circling and rubbing it as he keeps fucking against me. I’m already on the edge. Pressure builds too quickly, and I want to tear my mouth away so I can whine and beg, or take in some air, but neither of them let me move. They just take and take and take.
I sob into Dom’s mouth and crack my eyes open to find him watching me, heavy lidded and hungry. He sucks on my tongue.
Unable to hold back even if I wanted to, I come so hard around Beau’s fingers, my vision winks out. Dom yanks his mouth away as I cry out, my voice raw and strangled with pleasure.
Dazed, I blink a dozen times, sucking in air and shaking.
Beau runs a possessive hand down my spine and squeezes my ass. “Very pretty.”
Dom releases my wrists, and I catch myself against his chest, enjoying the firm skin under my fingers. My breath is still coming in quick pants, but I take advantage of my freedom and skim my hands over his chest and arms, down the ridges of his abs.
When I reach the length of him bobbing out of the water, I hesitate. I glance up at him between my lashes to find him watching me with some bemusement, like even he’s not quite sure why he’s letting me get away with touching him like this.
“Don’t go getting shy on us now,” Beau says in my ear.
He takes my hand in his and wraps it around Dom’s thick dick. My breath hitches.
“Nice and firm, darlin’， just watch your nails.”
Dom’s cock is warm and swollen through the length, the wide tip flared and ruddy and begging for attention. Beau moves my hand in a steady rhythm and the water begins to churn around us. I’m surprised it isn’t steaming. He feels so good, silky and hard all at once, and every twitch under my palm makes me want to pant. I give myself over to Beau’s murmured instructions, loosening my grip now, tightening here.
I lose myself to their rhythms, how they press me between them, the way they use me to push one another’s buttons—to push mine. This is their specialty after all, looking after each other as much as they look after their sub. It’s their tandem understanding, their friendship, their ability to share desire and these vulnerable, perfect moments together. I see it now, so clearly.
Dom widens his stance as I look up at him nervously, wondering how he’s taking my bold touches. It wasn’t like I’d asked.
He cocks his head at my attention, raising his brow in question. Then he just crosses his arms across his chest and glances away, like he’s vaguely bored. Like he’s accepting his due as our king and commander.
Beau moves my hand down, urging me to fondle his balls, to rub the sensitive patch of skin below his sac until Dom’s indifference begins to falter. We return my hand to his cock, and the scorching throb in my fist and the dark flush of color over his cheekbones betrays his lust. I shiver back into Beau, pressing my thighs together against the ache.
I want to service him properly. I want to make our commander shake.
With a whimper, I stroke him again, this time not guided completely by Beau, and rub my thumb over the swollen tip.
Beau’s teeth catch my earlobe and tighten in warning, and I snuggle against him, enjoying the sting a little too much.
Dom’s gaze cuts back to consider me and, this time, amusement lurks in the golden depths again. “Do you want to please me, pet?”
This time, the name doesn’t grate.
Deciding honesty is something a good girl would strive for, I nod. “Yes, sir.”
Lips twitching, he says, “Good.” Dom brushes his lips against mine. “You should see the way he comes apart when he gets a nice, warm mouth around him. He’s a beast.”
My eyes widen at the crass, careless words.
His eyes flick to Beau. “We should take her to the bank. I want to see you take her mouth, and if we do it here, she’ll drown before she gets you off.”
“Great plan.” Beau picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder with a cheerful bounce.
I squirm on instinct, and Beau’s wide hand claps against my ass painfully. “Stay still for me now.”
His fingers linger as he walks me to the bank, sliding between my thighs to tease at the wetness between my legs, then spread it between the cheeks of my ass. I want to jerk away from the invasive, delicious touch, but I really do want to show them I can obey. Despite running off earlier, I did take it seriously when Dom told me he needed to trust me.
So I stay as still as I can, trembling as Beau’s fingers explore through my folds, grazing against my tender clit and then teasing against the tight, puckered rosebud until my breaths are coming in sharp pants. I try not to tense, though he must feel me quiver every time he rubs me there.
These slow touches are no less shocking than Jayk’s sudden invasion, but also deeply intimate, like Beau has decided he has every right to my body and will use whatever parts of me he wants. Breathlessly, I wonder whether he’s planning on fucking me there.
Is that even something I want?
Despite my embarrassment—or maybe because of it—I’m soaking and restless again by the time we reach the edge of the water. Beau’s thorough touches have left me slick and ready everywhere between my thighs and ass cheeks.
His slippery fingers press against my tight hole again, past the clinging inner ring, and I arch into the touch, whimpering.
Beau groans and bites my hip, hard enough to leave a mark, and pulls out with a small tug. He sets me down but holds me to his side.
I’m grateful for the support—I’m sure my knees would buckle under me if he left me to my own devices. Burying my face into the side of his chest, I press a few small, shaky kisses against his skin, and he strokes my shoulder soothingly.