Somebody pinch me. I feel like I’m having an out of body experience. My dick is unbelievably hard against Haze’s as he strokes us, our eyes not leaving Jovi’s fingers for a second. She wants to watch us fuck. Her words, not mine. It wasn't something I ever thought I’d hear her say, despite fantasizing about it like a deranged, obsessed idiot for years. I feel like the moment we stepped on that ship, reality glitched and we slipped into some parallel universe or something, becauseshitis most definitely going down right now. Shit I had only ever seen in my wildest dreams. Haze clearly picked up on something in Jovi that flew right over my head, because he seems to be speaking her language. I wish the jerk learned it years ago. He’s reaching her in ways I never would’ve considered, and it’s fucking impressive.
I roll my eyes over her body. Her dress is bunched up around her waist, her bare legs glistening in the morning sun. My pulse is hammering as I watch, transfixed by the way she gently circlesher pussy through the thin, see-through fabric of her panties. Her shoulders relax as she stares back at Haze and me, and it’s as if she’s content and completely unbothered with the fact that she holds all the power here and is using it to dismantle me. She raises her brow, and her lower lip catches between her teeth from the quiet, subtle pleasure she’s giving herself.
I want to give it to her.
To slap her hand away and show her everything she’s been denying herself all these years, too caught up in beinggoodto ever fuck with our kind of trouble. To ever notice what’s always been standing right in front of her all along. But she’s here now, and she’s made her intentions pretty fucking clear. That means it’s our move. Our turn to play our hand. If there’s one thing she should know about us, it’s that Haze and I play to win. And with her, we’re all in.
No folding, no backing down.
The water shivers around us as Haze moves, fully removing my shorts before hiking my legs back around his body, a little higher this time. I brace myself on the pool’s edge, arms stretched back for balance, needing every ounce of him as he leans in closer.
“I’m gonna make this so fucking good for you,” he whispers near my ear, banishing any nervousness that may be lingering inside my head from Jovi’s closeness. He draws even nearer, and I take this moment to relax because I know what’s about to happen here. His hand disappears before he starts tracing slow, gentle circles around my rim with his fingertips, readying me to take his cock. His soft, teasing touches make my own cock weep from the incredible feeling of him working me. And when he pushes a finger inside to the knuckle without any warning, my eyelids flutter shut, and an involuntary moan escapes my lips.
“That’s it… Relax for me, baby,” he purrs, the rough sound rising from deep within his throat as he eases his finger in andout of my ass in a slow, tempting cadence. I writhe against his body, utterly lost in him and the delicious knowledge that Jovi is right there watching us, her pretty pussy almost on display for us. He adds another and I feel impossibly full, the burn driving me wild. But it’s not enough. I need his cock. Haze has always known exactly what I like. What makes me tick. What gets me going, and he doesn’t hesitate to use it to his advantage, either. I open my eyes and blink up at him, my chest catching as heat pulls low inside me. My every nerve feels alive with each flick and pump of his fingers, and when he rotates his wrist, he hits a spot that has me seeing stars and almost blacking out.
“Ffuuuck!” I groan, watching as tiny little embers spark in the corners of my eyes. He hasn't even started yet, and I'm already on fire.
“Tell me, Princess? Do you think he’s ready?” Haze asks, tilting his head up to glance at our girl, her cheeks dusted with pink as she watches our every move with wide-eyed fascination. She looks at me, a flicker of vulnerability crossing her face for the first time, like it just occurred to her what we’re all doing. But when her eyes drift past me, I realize it’s not us she’s watching. I follow her line of sight.
West.Oh shit. That’s right.
He’s sitting out here on the other side, tucked away in the corner. His romance novel is in his hands, but he isn’t reading. His eyes are locked on the three of us, devouring our every move.Jovi’severy move. His fingers grip the book so tight I can see the tension in them from here, his gaze burning a literal fucking hole in our bodies. When I look back at Jovi, that tiny bit of vulnerability is gone, replaced with pure defiance. Chin high, eyes fearless. Man, she’s naughty. Surely by now she knows the effect she has on West. Judging by the look on her face, she’s practically daring him to do something about it.
“Wanna show him what he’s missing out on, Babydoll?” I murmur, my voice dripping with mischief, but honestly, nothing’s hotter than imagining West losing it while our girl watches Haze fuck me. The idea of him walking over here and diving in with us? My temperature skyrockets just thinking about it. Jovi hesitates, her eyes flicking between us, clearly weighing what I just said. What it means. It’s like I can see her thoughts spinning and raging silently through her mind. Then, with a slow nod, that daring glint returns, and before she can change her own mind, she pulls the fabric of her panties aside.
Holy shit.
My cock jerks as she exposes her pussy to us, glistening with arousal. I gulp. Haze’s body stiffens against me, his shoulders rigid. His fingers go still inside me as a fierce wave of unspoken hunger takes over. An urge to possess her, to claim her in ways no one has ever fucking dared to before. Her blonde hair falls across her shoulders, catching the morning light as it filters through the palm trees surrounding the house and it’s hard to look away. She’s always been pretty. Beautiful, even. But the woman who’s sitting right here beside us now is nothing short of ethereal.
“You like that he’s watching you, don’t you, Princess?” Haze says, his deep tone coming out all raspy, and I know he’s only holding on by a thread. He slowly removes his fingers from my ass and then gently caresses my ass cheeks, waiting for Jovi’s answer.
“Yes,” she finally breathes out, circling her clit a little faster, her gaze glued to West. The energy between the four of us is palpable. Tempting us to break the invisible line we all seem to be dancing around. I still can’t believe this is actually happening.
“Does it turn you on?” he continues. “Knowing your ex’s dad is watching you play with your pussy?” The moan that escapes her lips is low, barely there, but it’s enough to ignite somethingwild in Haze. His muscles flex, and I see the exact moment his patience snaps. He removes his hands from my ass, and before I have a chance to react, he grips his cock, aiming the head between my cheeks, his other hand now holding tightly to my hip. He looks even more desperate than I feel. Every inch of him taut with control, threatening to slip. He’s turned all the way on, which means Jovi has about thirty seconds to decide if she wants us to do this, because if she doesn’t, Haze and I are going upstairs, no questions asked.
“Say the word, Jovi. I don't think our guy can wait any longer,” I murmur, taking a page out of Haze’s playbook, because I think I get it now. He’s been drawing her out of her comfort zone in a way that made it clear she called the shots, that she had an out if she wanted it. And she played along. She was too curious not to. Still is. Giving in to her desires, I didn’t even know they were there until Haze practically dragged them out of her.
“Haze?” she says, her voice all breathless and filled with nerves and need. Like she’s standing on the edge of something she’s never had the courage to touch before. He tilts his head in her direction, fixing her with a raised brow, waiting. Her lips part, her throat bobbing as she whispers, “Fuck him.”Finally.
Within seconds, the corner of Haze’s mouth tips up, then he looks down at me. He nudges against my hole with his cock before the swollen curve of his head slips inside me. I bite down on my lower lip, gazing into his eyes as he slowly pushes in deeper. I breathe out, wrapping my legs tighter around his body. There’s no burn as he starts to slide in and out of me, the water is enough to soothe, to slick me perfectly, and I am more than fucking ready for him to fill me with his cum.
“You feel amazing, Beau,” Haze says as he starts thrusting, bucking into me and hitting the sweetest fucking spot. I slide my arms from the edge of the pool and wrap them around his neck.He adjusts instantly, standing straighter to steady us, lining our bodies up just right. I know that the show we’re giving her is turning her on, because when I look over, her lips are parted, her cheeks flushed as she watches us through hooded eyes.
She’s so fucking beautiful like this. Her legs are wider now, uncaring, her body unguarded. Like she’s completely lost in our orbit, pulled in so deep she’s forgotten reality. I just hope that when this moment is over, she doesn’t regret it.
Women don’t usually stay. Not really. I mean, sure, having more than one boyfriend is great in theory, but it hasn’t always worked out in the past. After a while, they always seem to want more. They get jealous, or they start pulling at the seams, trying to create a rift between the guys and me. It never fucking works and when it doesn’t, they bail. If they want all of us, they don’t get to just change their mind and play games with our hearts like that. They don’t just get to dip in and out like we all don’t matter equally. West and Haze are mine. Always. So the question is, is that something Jovi would want? Or is this just a one time experiment to her? God, it would tear my fucking heart out if it was because damn, it’s Jovi. But she has a choice. One she doesn’t have to make right now. And no matter how much it would hurt if she didn’t want to pursue this, pursue us, I’ll respect it. And I’ll carry this beautiful memory with me everywhere I go.
Water splashes around us, the sound of skin meeting wet skin echoing through the air. Haze and I are both locked on her, unable to look away as her gaze drops to where our bodies connect, her attention drawn in completely. Then, I glance to the side. West is staring. Hard. The look in his eyes right now is almost dangerous. Equal parts pissed and raging with heat.
“Ugh… Haze!” I say on a moan, my fingers digging into the skin of his shoulders as he fucks me. His movements become rabid, quickening his pace.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby,” he says through jagged breaths, pumping into me harder now. My stomach tingles as he thrusts and thrusts, my cock leaking pre-cum all over his abs, coating both of our heated bodies. My hair sticks to my skin, half from the pool, half from sweat, as we move together as one.
“Fuck! You should feel his cock, Babydoll. He’s so fucking big and thick. Please, Haze, I need you!” I don’t even know what I’m fucking saying as I climb higher and higher with each buck of Haze’s hips.
“Finger your pussy, baby,” Haze murmurs, and I watch, totally spellbound as Jovi slides a finger into her tight hole. Haze almost fucking loses it. “Godfuckingdammit!” he breathes out, fucking me raw, filling my ass with his hard length, not once taking his eyes off her. “That’s it. Such a good fucking girl for us, aren’t you, Jovi?” he says, but it sounds more like a growl, his fingers digging into my ass. It’s such a visceral feeling. Getting fucked by the love of my life while the woman I’ve had a crush on for years fingers herself, getting off on watching us come undone.
“Oh my. I need to feel you. I need all of you to fill me,” she whines, fucking her pussy harder, the sound of her wet arousal merging with our own, driving us higher and higher, unstoppable at this point.
