We walked over a wooden deck to the gray tiles that surrounded the rectangular pool that went straight outward. Thanks to the glass walls we would be swimming with the city at our feet. Conall lounged in the water on a built-in bench in the shallow end, smiling up at me as I stepped to the edge. His dark hair was up in a bun on top of his head, probably to keep it out of the water, but he ruined that when he ran a wet hand up the back of his neck.
“Oh, they fit,” he said.
“You sound disappointed.”
He laughed until he coughed, then kept going in fits of snickers. On the ledge near him sat a small wooden box. He tilted it toward me, and I moaned when I recognized the blue cap for my favorite brand of lube.
“The water’s perfect. Come in.”
“S-sure.” I went to the stairs at the side and walked down, sighing as I pushed out into the water. It was heated but not like a hot tub, a beautiful counterpoint to the slightly cooler air. I made my way over to Conall and sat on a bench along the wall near him, then sighed happily as I found a water jet and leaned against it. The pressure massaging my back had my eyes slipping closed.
“I could get used to this.”
“It’s very easy to do that,” Conall said, his smile clear in his voice. “Especially when you have someone you can’t get enough of to share it all with. Or someones.”
A splash nearby startled me into opening my eyes. I laughed as Aspen broke the surface and spat water at me.
“Ah!”
He gave me a hug and sat down beside me so I had no choice except to snuggle up against his side, but I didn’t care; it was exactly where I wanted to be. I pressed kisses to his solid chest and nuzzled my face against the hair in the center, loving the tickle against my skin.
Aspen tilted his head down, completely ignoring Conall. “You okay with this? It’s easy to get talked into doing something that sounds fun. Time comes, and you don’t like it anymore. Are you sure you’re still cool?”
“Yeah.”
“If you’re not, it stops. I don’t give a shit who wants to see.” He didn’t keep that part quiet, either.
“Same.”
Fallon carefully sat on the edge of the pool close by with a pout on his lips. He kicked his feet, and it occurred to me that with his cast he’d sort of be left out. He’d been hit with a pair of swim briefs like mine, barely there, but his were blue and matched his eyes. I couldn’t look away from the way they clung to him and showed off every muscle he had. His dick bulged out the front of the fabric and its thickness was clear. I caressed my hand down Aspen’s hard stomach, and he laid his over the top of mine. The longer I stared at Fallon’s trapped dick, the more it plumped and fought with the swim briefs. My breath caught. Aspen stared right along with me.
“He looks like he needs a kiss, don’t you think?” Aspen murmured in my ear. “His cock is asking for a smooch, too.” He chuckled, and I nudged him with my elbow, but I couldn’t deny he was right. Some of the bruising on Fallon’s body had begun to fade out to a greenish purple, but it appeared dangerous and sexy somehow. I let out a long breath and went over to him. I tickled his feet, and he jerked them away but not out of the water.
The bench wrapped around in this area and I was able to get up on my knees between his legs. It was a good spot to lay my hands on his hips and suck at his lips. His warm skin under my fingertips was a tease, and I got lost in him, and his clean, rich scent. Somewhere deeper in the penthouse romantic music still played on, melancholy without the voices from the party breaking it up.
There were three more splashes, and when I came up for air, Rowen, Cillian, and Mr. Killough had all joined us.
“Can I call you Sloan?” I asked. “Since you’re going to watch me with my guys.” Excitement coiled in my gut, and I breathed through the feeling of my dick pulsing in a sharp way that made it feel huge. I didn’t need to glance down to know it was poking out of the top of the obscenely small swim briefs.
“I’ve given you permission before today, if you recall. Go ahead.” He stretched his arms out and seemed very much on top of the world. I sucked in a deep breath at the steady look he swept over me and Fallon. “Up, pet,” he said softly. Conall stared at me and stood, gaze hot. Sloan slipped the swim shorts—Conall’s had actually covered something—down his hips. He held Sloan’s shoulders as he stepped out of the clothing, and Sloan tossed the swim shorts onto the side of the pool. Conall’s eyelids fluttered closed as Sloan dragged him back down onto his lap.
Soon they were both staring at me again and my body heated. “I didn’t realize I’d like this so much,” I said, and everyone laughed. Aspen took the lead and stripped my swim briefs down, helping me to get rid of them, and I let out a happy hum as my dick sprang free. Floating hard in the water was a fun sensation and I couldn’t remember ever having done this before. I wriggled my hips, and Aspen laughed, sliding a hand under the water to give my ass a squeeze. Then he plastered his sculpted chest to my back, and I turned my head so I could kiss him.
I decided the best thing to do would be to ignore Sloan and Conall or I’d never do anything good. I wasn’t sure at what point I’d decided this was a show, but it was feeling more and more like one and I loved it. Aspen skimmed his hand down my belly, and his thick dick, still trapped in his swim gear, pressed in a sweet rhythm against my asscheeks. I cried out and thrust as he clasped his fist around my shaft, though it wasn’t tight—more a tease than anything.
Aspen let me go, and for a second I was confused, until he went beside me and hoisted himself up out of the pool. He sat and dripped water next to Fallon, on the side where Fallon wasn’t resting his cast. I leaned in and mapped Fallon’s delicious abs with my mouth, licking and sucking at the ridges. He’d taken off his insulin pump and there was a tiny Band-Aid over the spot where he would hook it back in. I worried for a second, but then I always had that moment of quiet panic when I thought about all the things that could happen to him. He chuckled when I kissed all around the spot that kept him healthy.
“Come up here, baby,” Aspen said and splashed at a puddle he’d made. I laughed and pulled myself out of the water to sit beside him.
“Gravity is a harsh mistress,” I said with a groan as my dick bounced off the side of the pool in a less than great way. Fallon shook his head at me, and Conall snickered like that was the funniest thing he’d ever seen. Sloan shushed him and kissed his neck, which only kept the laughter going. Then there was a gasp, and I realized I couldn’t see Sloan’s hands. I stared until Fallon grasped my chin, turned my head toward him, and covered my mouth with his.
I loved Fallon’s lips. He knew how to kiss. Rowen’s kisses were the shiest and felt like home. Aspen’s were the most confident and curled my toes every time. Cillian kissed like he was battling for dominance, which always made me want to give it up to him. But Fallon—he kissed like he was happy to see me and didn’t want me to ever go anywhere else. I couldn’t figure out quite what the difference was between the way they all moved their mouths, but Fallon was more desperate than the others in all the right ways. I went up on my knees to get a better angle and braced my hands on the floor.
Our kisses turned frantic—or maybe it was just me—because Aspen slid two lubed fingers into my ass. I wasn’t ready for him and tried to relax, but not long later he worked a third one in there. He stroked his fingers over my prostate, and I whimpered.
“I’m here, too, firebug,” Cillian said, and then there were two more fingers in my ass. I felt overstuffed and overwhelmed and sucked on Fallon’s tongue. He growled and kissed me back, thrusting deeper into my mouth, and it was almost like Cillian and Aspen were in sync with him because they fucked their lubed fingers into my hole in almost the same rhythm.
Apparently I wasn’t the only one who felt the need to put on a show, but I was loving it, especially when someone nudged my prostate directly, then rubbed it in a sweet tempo that had my dick leaking precum and my fingers twitching against the tiles.
