Blaming it on the alcohol, I widen my stance for him, and his eyes flare with heat. Moving his body slightly to the side to block us from view, he slides his hand inside my panties, rubbing my clit.
“Oh shit,” I gasp when he adds pressure, rubbing in tight circles.
“Shhh, Bright eyes. You don’t want us to get caught, do you?” Holden asks, not sounding the least bit worried by that prospect. I wouldn’t care, except Mateo, Ghost, and Caden are still here.
Sliding his hand down, pulling my panties with it to give him better access, he pulls them from under the water and tucks them in the front of his boxers so they don’t float away.
He sinks two fingers into my pussy, finds my magic spot with no effort anymore, and uses the heel of his palm to rub my clit. Watching my face, he starts wiggling his fingers inside me, making my hips jerk in the water.
“Holden,” I moan, not giving a fuck about anything than the feeling he’s giving me.
“Let them know, Bright eyes,” Holden says, nipping at my neck. “Let them know who’s making you feel good.” I turned stunned eyes on him about the time he slides back up to my clit. Holden is getting bolder by the day, and right now, he can do whatever he wants without argument from me.
Water is sloshing around where his arm is moving, bringing us closer to getting caught. I don’t want to admit how much that thought turns me on.
Holden thrusts his fingers back inside my pussy while reaching down with his other hand, jerking my leg over his hip, making me sink further down.
“Holy shit,” I moan, grinding my hips down.
“Fuck,” Holden breathes against my neck. “I wish my fingers were my dick right now.”
He starts wiggling his fingers again, the pads of his fingers rubbing my g-spot repeatedly. Grinding my hips down harder, my clit makes contact with the heel of his palm, causing little electric shocks to run through my body. My knee buckles on the one leg holding me up, and Holden hooks his arm around my waist, holding me where he wants me.
“Tell me, Bright eyes,” he whispers. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”
“Fuck, Holden,” I pant, so turned on by his words and actions, I can barely draw in a breath. “Bad,” I moan. “So fucking bad.”
Something catches my attention over Holden’s shoulder, and with heavy eyes, I look up and lock eyes with Mateo. He’s sitting on the side of the pool, feet in the water, watching everything Holden’s doing to me. Even though he can’t technically see anything, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out Holden is finger fucking me into oblivion.
“Holden,” I gasp, ready to tell him when Zane slides in front of us.
“You guys aren’t very subtle,” Zane says dryly.
“Fuck,” I moan, latching onto Zane’s shoulder with my free hand. Holden never lets up or slows down, just glancing at Zane.
“What’s he doing to you, Beautiful?” Zane asks hoarsely, running his knuckles down my cheek. “Is he playing with that pretty pussy?” I moan deep and low in my throat in answer. Zane moves in closer, sliding his hand down my bare ass before sliding his fingers inside me from behind with Holden’s. “You’re lucky Mateo is the only one who saw what was happening,” Zane whispers, sliding his fingers in and out of me in tandem with Holden. “I’d hate to turn this patio red with their blood from seeing what’s ours.”
Ours.Something about that sets me off. I felt like a bomb set to explode, anyway; Zane accepting himself as a part of us was all I needed. Holden seals his mouth over mine before I can scream, fucking my mouth with his tongue the same way he’s fucking my pussy. Their fingers keep moving, keeping me at the height of my orgasm that feels like it won’t stop. Slowing their movements, my body finally relaxes, sagging against them.
Zane groans in my ear, rubbing his hard cock against my leg. “Now, look what you did.”
I giggle breathlessly. “Blame Holden.”
“You going to take care of it, then?” Zane asks Holden.
Holden pecks my lips. “I wouldn’t say no,” he says with a grin. Swimming backward, he pulls my panties from his boxers and tosses them at Zane’s gaping face.
Laughing, I grab them when they hit the top of the water and, with Zane’s help, slide them back on. “I thought he was the quiet one.”
That makes me laugh harder. “He used to be. I blame Gage.”
“Hm,” Zane hums, pulling me into his arms. “I’m sure you have nothing to do with that.”
“Me?” I ask innocently. “I would never corrupt such an innocent boy as Holden.”
“And I would never corrupt an innocent girl like you,” Zane replies with a raised eyebrow.
I snort. “I was never innocent,Tesoro.”
