“Thank fuck,” Vigo said. “I’m going to explode if you don’t suck my cock, mouse.”
Hawk pulled me closer and I wrapped my legs around his hips under the water, felt the press of his thick cock between my legs as he lifted my upper body out of the water.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and he swept my mouth into a kiss every bit as hot as the water that bubbled around us. His big hands closed around my ass, massaging as his tongue took ownership of my mouth in heated sweeps and strokes.
Our bodies were pressed tightly together, the movement of his hands on my ass creating friction on my pussy, and I moved my hips against the shaft of his dick, seeking more, already working the position for another orgasm.
“You want to suck Vigo off while I fuck you?” Hawk said, breaking the kiss.
My cunt pulsed with need. “Yes.”
“Good because I can’t wait to drive into that delicious ass,” Jagger said.
Hawk started moving. I held on, flattening my tits against his chest while he walked me through the water.
“Feel the bench?” he asked.
It bumped up against my foot. “Yes.”
"Sit here and wait,” he said.
I felt for the bench with my good arm and eased myself down into the water.
There was movement in the hot tub, the water lapping around the Hawks’ bodies, then shuffling on the patio. I wanted to see what was going on, wanted to know what they were doing, but then I remembered Hawk’s words:embrace it… sink into it.
I let go, let myself be there without wanting it to be different, and felt my psyche sigh with relief.
“Hawk’s sitting on the edge of the hot tub,” Jagger said. “Vigo’s going to stand behind Hawk so you can suck him off while I fuck your ass. That work for you?”
I wondered what the before-the-Hunt version of myself would have thought about the matter-of-fact explanation. “I… I think so.”
Strong hands closed around my waist.
“Stand on the bench,” he said. “I’ll stabilize you.”
Goose bumps rose on my skin as I stood, the cool night air a shock after the warmth of the hot tub. “It’s cold.”
“You’ll be warm in no time,” Hawk said, taking over for Jagger with his hands around my waist. “I’m right next to you. Straddle my lap. I’ve got you.”
I felt for his knees, scrambled on top of him while he braced my waist, and was surprised to feel my knees sink into something soft.
“Are those… towels?”
“Obviously,” Vigo said. “Think we’d let our mouse get all banged up while we fuck?”
It wasn’t a bouquet of roses or a five-star meal, but it was exactly what I was learning to expect from them: quietly thoughtful, the kind of thing I might overlook, then realize was actually necessary.
Hawk grabbed my hips and pulled me tight against the engorged shaft of his dick. The water had been nice once I’d gotten used to it, but now it was a relief to be on his lap, to feel the solid wall of his sculpted chest against the front of my body.
“Good girl.” He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me so tightly against him that my tits smashed against his chest, nipple clamps and all. “You did it.”
His dick was huge, his shaft nestled in the folds of my pussy, his thick crown nudging my belly.
“I’m right behind you.” I felt the whisper of Jagger’s breath against my shoulder, his cock against my ass. “Vigo’s standing behind Hawk.”
It helped to know where everyone was and I felt myself let go of the last bits of control. These men — these reckless, hotheaded, brutish men — meant it when they saidI’ve got you.
“Rest your arm on my shoulder,” Hawk said.
