Deep.Slow.Possessive.Her mouth parts for me instantly, soft and gasping, like she’s been waiting for this since the moment she stepped into the water.
When I finally pull back from her mouth, she’s panting—wet lips, dazed eyes, like we’ve already started to fuck her without touching anything that matters.
Monty’s already moving.
He shifts a little closer, lowering his head without a word.His mouth finds her nipple—flush and aching from the cool air—and he wraps his lips around it like he’s starving.Like this is the only thing he’s allowed to taste.
She gasps.
The sound rips out of her, sharp and breathless, her hand flying to his shoulder for balance.
And I smile.
Because this?
This is just the beginning.
I move closer, my hand rising to cup one of her bare breasts, fingers spreading, reverent.Her skin is slick from the water, soft and warm beneath my palm.I circle my thumb over her nipple—slow, possessive—watching it pebble harder under my touch, watching her breath catch like I’ve stolen it from her lungs.
“Baby,” I murmur, lips brushing her ear, “you’re the bravest little tease I’ve ever met.”
She shivers.
“And now,” I continue softly, dragging my thumb again, slower this time, “we’re going to give you exactly what you’ve been asking for.”
“I wasn’t trying—” she starts, breathless.
“Don’t lie to me,” I cut in gently, but there’s no mistaking the command.“You undressed like you wanted us to lose it.Like you wanted to be seen.Wanted to be wanted.”
Her head tips back against my shoulder.
She doesn’t deny it.
Monty lets out a short breath, restrained.“Stop torturing her, Winthrop.”
I grin against her skin.
“Yeah,” I say.“You’re right.”
I lift my gaze to him.“Let’s take her to the room.”
Monty steps back first, water parting around him as he climbs out of the pool.He reaches down, hooks his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, and strips them off in one smooth motion.
Fuck.
His cock is thick and veined, already hard, flushed dark with need.I actually lick my lips before I can stop myself.
I lean close to her ear.
“Look at him, Ves,” I whisper.“You see his cock?That’s what he’s been holding back for you—for us.”
She trembles.
I feel it ripple through her.
“Wouldn’t you like to suck him?”I murmur.“Take him into that pretty mouth.Feel him fill it.”
“Yes,” she breathes.
