“Come over here,” she invited in a throaty voice. She tipped her head to the side, and he moved in languorous slow motion through the water and slid onto the bench beside her, the opposite side of Derek. Krissa drew them both closer to her side, turned her head and kissed Derek. Nate watched, burning and throbbing inside as their mouths met and opened, clung, lifted, tongues grazing.
Then she turned to him. Their eyes met, then Nate’s lids lowered as he took her mouth with his, long, slow, and succulent. He drew deeply on her, wanted to absorb her into him. Her arm twined through his tightened and he floated closer to her, put a hand on her face. With his thumb he tugged on her lower lip, opening her wider for him, and she moaned.
Warm mist surrounded them as they kissed, as he held her face, then slid his fingers into her hair.
When they drew apart, Krissa turned wide, dazed eyes back to Derek, who kissed her again. Nate let his hand slide down her neck, to her shoulder, to her breast, cupping its fullness beneath the water. He played with both nipples, tugging, and rolling them, and Krissa’s small sounds of enjoyment caused pleasure and satisfaction to slide through him, hot and thick.
“God!” she gasped, pulling away from Derek. “I have to get out, I’m burning up.”
She raised herself out of the water, rivulets streaming over the curves and dips of her body, to sit on the side. Her breasts rose and fell with her rapid breaths. She blinked her dark and hazy green eyes.
Her long hair, wet at the bottom, dripped water onto her breasts. Her nipples puckered even tighter, so deliciously pretty and tempting. Nate glanced at Derek and they shared a wry smile. Nate was so hard he was going to explode.
“Do you want to go inside?” Derek asked. She shook her head.
“That’s okay. I’ll just sit here and cool off for a few minutes.”
“What if we don’t want you to cool off?”
Krissa smiled, hearing the teasing note in Derek’s voice. “You guys are insatiable.”
“Yup.” They looked at each other then each grabbed an ankle. Nate’s fingers circled her slender bones, and they tugged. With a surprised cry, Krissa fell into the water, splashing them both. They laughed, and tussled with her gently until they were all soaked and dripping.
“Enough!” she cried, pushing them away. Laughter gleamed in her eyes. “No fair, two against one. And you guys are way bigger and stronger than me.”
“See, that’s where you’re wrong,” Nate said, loosening his grip but keeping his hands on her. “We’re helpless against you, baby.”
Derek murmured his agreement and they shifted in the water so Krissa sat on Derek’s lap, her back pressed to his front, and Nate stood between both their legs. He reached down between her thighs, stroked his fingers through her sex, found the moisture there. “That,” he murmured, holding her gaze, “brings me to my knees.”
She stared back at him. “Oh.”
He stroked there, pushed a finger inside her, while Derek’s hands covered her breasts and played. He added another finger, used his thumb to find and rub her clit. Her eyes widened, then fell closed, her head falling back onto Derek’s shoulder. The exquisite pleasure on her face grabbed hold of him and his heart swelled up and tightened.
“Yes,” she hissed. “Yessss. Oh, yes.”
He kept his thumb moving, his fingers thrusting and then she cried out and arched, breasts thrusting forward out of the water. Derek pinched both nipples as Nate felt her pussy clench around him. “So hot, baby,” he murmured, watching her. She rippled and pulsed against and around his hand. Her beautiful face flushed pink, her teeth dug into her bottom lip, eyes still closed.
“God,” she muttered long moments later as they both stroked her and held her under the water. “Dear God.”
“Good?” Nate stroked her thighs.
“Mmmm.” She opened drowsy eyes and her mouth curved up. “Awesome.”
He loved doing that to her. He’d become addicted to her pleasure. And while he tried to enjoy the moment, he couldn’t help but wonder how long this would go on. Because nothing this good—or was this bad?—lasted forever.
Chapter Twenty-One
Krissa led the way, wet and dripping, through the dark house and into the bedroom, all three of them naked. “I might fall sleep,” she warned the two men as she handed out towels. Her body felt weak and lethargic; her mind fuzzy.
To her surprise, Nate accepted the towel from her, shook it out and started drying her off. He rubbed her hair between two towel-covered hands, dried her shoulders and throat, then her chest, lingering on her breasts. Derek took a cue from him, and stepped behind her to dry her back.
Having two men attending to her pleasure was so exquisite she couldn’t believe this was happening. Four male hands gently toweled her body dry, then lifted her onto the bed. She was thankful for that because she wasn’t sure if she was able to move. The heat of the hot tub and the shattering orgasm had left her limp and lazy.
When Derek and Nate had dried off, they climbed into bed with her, into what was becoming a usual pattern of Derek on her right and Nate on her left. She knew she needed to look after them, but at that moment she couldn’t move. Maybe if they just let her sleep for a few minutes…
But they had no intention of letting her sleep, apparently. They did, however, seem to understand her languor and once again, two mouths and four hands stroked and kissed and licked her everywhere. She floated on a cloud of sensual bliss. At first she reveled in the carnal sensation, aware of nothing but her sense of touch as hands petted her, mouths brushed her and tongues slid over her. But when two mouths sucked on her nipples at the same time, her body tightened and arched. Mouths tugged, teeth nipped, and sharp little sensations flashed from nipples to quivering clit. Thick, hot liquid arousal pooled between her legs, fever heated her skin. Need built inside her, coiling, to a tight, sharp point.
Her clit pulsed in time with her heartbeat and she parted her legs as hands slid there. She heard a distant moan and then realized it was hers. The panting breaths and ragged moans belonged to the men.
She wanted to open her eyes and look at them, but her lids were too heavy. She licked her lips, turned her head from side to side on the pillow as her entire body became one hot glow of arousal.
Sliding caresses between her legs, fingertips and then, oh God, a tongue licking, lapping at her swollen flesh. She parted her legs wider as fingers probed, slid into her and out, glided wetly around, back inside. Then wet fingers skimmed lower, to the puckered rim of her anus. She gasped and jerked a little at that unfamiliar touch. She struggled to open her eyes, but kisses brushed her lids closed.
“It’s okay, honey.” Derek. He kissed her again, little feathery kisses all over her face. Were those his fingers there? “I know we’ve never done this…but tonight…we both want to fuck you at the same time.”
Desire clamped down hard on her womb at his words. Fingers gently stroked and probed. She moaned. “I don’t know…”
“We’ll take it slow,” Derek assured her in a whisper in her ear. Hands cupped her breasts, tugged her nipples. She writhed as sensation surged through her bloodstream. “Right, Nate?”
“Right.” His word was a whisper against her pussy and she clenched inside. He kissed her clit, a gentle, suckling kiss and she pulsed against his mouth.
The fingers—whose were they?—trailed back up to her pussy, drew up moisture and slid back down, and this time one finger penetrated her ass. She cried out, but it wasn’t unpleasant—just unfamiliar. The finger stilled, clamped by the ring of muscle there, pulsing, holding it and she gasped. Her pussy throbbed with need and excitement.