“Yeah. That seems natural.”
The water supports my back as I float, legs surrounding my husband. He slots himself easily and surges in. It’s so slow. The motion so fluid that it feels as if every atom in his body fuses with each one in mine.
I exhale into him. Or maybe he exhales into me. I can’t tell where either of us starts anymore. Everything softens. The noise. The bodies. The world. There’s only this—therhythm he builds, steady and grounding, like he’s holding me together from my head to my toes.
“Stay with me,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I don’t think I could leave if I tried.
He lifts me up to hold me closer as another couple bumps into us, rapidly making love. But when I look over, I realize it’s Aiden’s tall figure. And Ashlyn’s clinging to him like she’s part of him.
Apollo glances up and meets Aiden’s eyes. The two hold some wordless conversation I don’t understand. Something primal passes between them. And then betweenus. All of us.
Aiden lowers Ashlyn into the water with a hand pressed to her neck. He’s deep inside her, and she trusts him enough that he shoves her beneath the surface and holds her there while using her pussy. His eyes meet Apollo’s with a look of challenge.
As if playing an unspoken game, Apollo’s hand finds my throat. Certain and anchored. My pulse jumps beneath his fingers, but instead of fear, I feel contained. Even as he lowers me back.
The world narrows to the pressure, the water, his voice threading through it all.
“Breathe when I bring you back,” he says softly.
And I trust him enough not to fight.
Water covers my face and blurs my vision as he squeezes my throat. His thickness throbs inside me.
Besides me, Ashlyn raises up, the movement splashing me.
My lungs ache. Vision darkens. I float so filled with ecstasy that I want to stay like this forever.
But Apollo pulls me up until I gasp for air, throwing my arms around him.
We’ve waded until his hips and Aiden’s are next to each other. My thighs brush Ashlyn’s, sending electricity through my skin. Their movements are in perfect rhythm. Every thrust Aiden makes inside Ashlyn, Apollo does the same to me.
Aiden flips Ashlyn over, wading to the shallow end so where they’re joined is out of the water. He makes her brace on the edge of the pool and smacks her ass. Then, he tosses a glance over his shoulder at Apollo.
And he does the same to me.
I grip the chilled tiles as my husband fills me from behind, his plunder making my lungs squeeze. As soon as Ashlyn yelps with a spank, I brace myself for my own. But instead of pain, it’s a thrill of pleasure. Bliss ricochets through my body until I shiver. Nipples hardening.
Something about us fucking here with our friends mirroring us makes it even better. Hotter. And I’dneverdo this outside these walls.
Aiden grips Ashlyn’s neck until her cheeks turn pink. Apollo’s fingers wrap around mine. The tightness of his squeeze is exactly what I need to feel most connected to him. My pulse trills under the pressure of his thumb.
No words have been spoken. None have needed to be exchanged.
I can sense everything they’re feeling. Because I feel the same.
And when Apollo reaches deep inside me at the same time Aiden plunges into Ashlyn, she and I release at the same time.
And when it breaks, it doesn’t explode.
Itunravels. Every thought I had. Every tight, coiled piece of me loosens all at once. I don’t even recognize the sound that leaves my throat. Only that I’m still in his arms when it happens.
Still held.
Still his.
The scream that bellows through the air is deafening. Feral and wild. My inner muscles clamp down on Apollo’s girth, binding him so close that he won’t leave.
