Chapter 3
Three
Kingston
“Strip?” Ella repeats. She doesn’t move at first, and I wonder if she’s going to push back.
“That’s what he said, yeah,” Bash says. “Strip, princess.”
She removes her coat. I take it from her and toss it onto one of the sofas. I make a mental note to order her a new coat as soon as she falls asleep tonight. This one felt as substantial as a sheet.
Ella fiddles with the hem of her t-shirt. Are we pushing her too hard? Her apartment was just robbed. Maybe now isn’t the time.
“Ella,” I say.
She lifts her gaze to mine once more.
“You have a safe word, sweetheart. Use it if you want.”
“No need,” she says, lifting her shirt over her head and revealing her breasts, held in a lacy pink bra. “I didn’t think I wanted to do this, but actually, I do.”
I nod and wave my hand imperiously, wordlessly telling her to get on with the stripping. She sticks her tongue out at me and toes off her shoes, then shoves down her jeans.
“Bra and panties, too,” Bash says. “And stick out your tongue again and I’ll find a good use for it.”
“I’m counting on that,” she says, shedding her underclothes.
I march over to the sliding door that leads to the balcony and crook my finger at her. “Come outside.”
“Um, I’m naked,” she protests.
I take off my suit jacket and throw it on the sofa with her coat, then begin unbuttoning my shirt. Soon, I’m not wearing a stitch of clothing, either.
Her gaze on my body is wanton, and her focus lingers on my cock. I’m only semi-hard, but her attention has my dick growing harder.
“Now,” I say, “get outside. I’m naked, too.”
Bash starts undressing while he watches Ella walk onto the balcony.
She wraps her arms around her waist and shivers. “Okay, I’m here.”
“Now jump in the pool,” I say.
She screeches, “What?”
Shaking my head, I march out to the balcony and grab her wrist. “In we go.”
“No-no-no-no—”
I hoist her up into my arms and look into her panicked face. “Is there something you’d like to say?” I ask.
“I don’t like being cold,” she says.
“You need to trust me,” I say. “Can you try?”
She purses her lips. “Okay. We’re going in together? I’m not a great swimmer.”
“Together,” I say.
I was about to throw her, but if she can’t swim very well, then nope. I move to the far corner of the pool, which is shallow, and take her down the tile steps.
“It’s not cold,” she says in wonder as the water licks her heels, legs, and then all of her as I ease us in together.
“No, it’s not,” I say.
“I should’ve guessed this was a heated pool,” Ella says, sounding grouchy. “You have the best of everything, after all.”
“I have the best of everything now ,” I say, giving her a squeeze before kissing her freckled nose. Then, because I can’t resist, I lower my lips to hers and give her a real kiss. A claiming kiss. A kiss that tells her there is so much more I want to do for her. Right now, tonight, always.
Her lips are supple beneath mine and she lets out a gaspy little moan.
Sebastian, naked, holds up condoms and stands on the far end of the pool. “I think we might need these,” he says, and does a perfect dive before swimming the length to join us. He surfaces next to Ella and me, shaking water out of his hair.
Ella reaches for my cock and strokes it beneath the water, her grip hesitant. And although I can’t see clearly through the water, I can see she’s touching Bash, too. I let her play with us for a moment, then I grab her wrists.
No ropes in the pool, so I link her hands behind my neck.
“Leave your arms there,” I say. “Don’t move them, or else.”
She nods, biting her lip. Her eyes seem to glow in the ethereal light of the pool.
I pull her farther onto my lap and she wraps her legs around my hips. I nod at Bash over her shoulder. He rises out of the water enough to put on one of the condoms. The other, still in its packet, he tosses to the side of the pool.
I lean back on the steps and hold Ella’s hips tightly in my hands while Sebastian embraces her from behind. His hands slide over her tits and he rolls her nipples in his fingers. Her mouth drops open and she moans. I’ve seen a lot in my life, but nothing more erotic than this.
“You want this, princess?” Sebastian asks.
“Yes,” Ella whimpers. “Please.”
Her hips move forward as he presses inside of her. Ella’s soft stomach slides against my cock as Bash strokes into her. She moans. I kiss her mouth, drinking in her pleasure, taking over the nipple play as Bash lets her go so he can get better leverage by holding onto the side of the pool.
Stroke after stroke, she slides up and down against my cock. I could come like this, but I hold back. I want to be buried in her and bring her again, after Sebastian does.
Ella’s arms tighten around my shoulders and neck.
“Are you getting close, little girl?” I ask.
“Yes—yes,” she gasps.
“Do you like Bash’s cock inside of you while I pinch your little nipples?”
“Mmm—” She breaks off in a loud cry, her body shaking while she comes.
Bash grunts and drops his forehead to her shoulder, his muscles straining as he no doubt finds his own satisfaction.
I lift Ella off of my lap and Sebastian cradles her in his arms, kissing her mouth and whispering words I can’t hear over the roaring pulse in my ears.
I need this girl, need to lose myself inside of her right fucking now.
I fumble with the condom wrapper, feeling like a teenager again, eager to the point I can’t even remember my own damn name.
As soon as I’m safe for Ella, I reach for her and Sebastian passes her to me. Wrapping one arm around her, I use my other hand to guide my cock into her pussy and make sure the condom doesn’t slip in the water.
Ella’s swollen from her orgasm with Bash and I have to go slow.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” I say, gritting my teeth. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
Once I’m all the way inside, I pull out slightly before pushing in again.
Ella clings to my shoulders. I’m going to come soon, but damn if I do it without giving her another orgasm first. I walk us closer to the edge of the pool and press her back against it, cushioning her with my arm so her shoulders won’t bruise.
Bending my knees, I change the angle of my cock, experimenting with different strokes until she gasps and grips my shoulders tighter.
“That’s the spot,” I say, gazing into her deep brown eyes. “Isn’t it?”
“Yes—yes,” she says.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“There you go. You’re such a good girl, the way you respond to us. Look what you do to Daddy Sebastian—he’s already getting hard again.”
Bash leans against the steps, watching us. His cock is in his hand.
I continue hitting the same place in her pussy, and her legs tighten around my waist. She pushes forward to meet my thrusts, her hair wet, water droplets clinging to her shoulders, her tits brushing against my chest as I fuck her.
“Tell me again, Daddy,” she says. “Please.”
It takes me a second, and then I realize—she thrives on the praise. “You’re a good girl,” I grunt against her neck. “Such a good fucking girl for your daddies. We want you so much, baby girl.”
“Yes! Daddy, yes,” she cries, and she locks her legs and arms around me, her body tensing and shuddering as she comes.
Now that she’s found her pleasure, I allow myself to fuck her as hard and fast as I want, reveling in the soft, tight heat of her pussy, in the sweet way she holds me, in the trusting look in her eyes.
I come hard, filling her, claiming her, kissing her, the warm water wrapping us in a gentle embrace.
She’s still shaking from her orgasms as Bash and I help her into the house, dry her off, and fall into bed to talk and rest before we do it all over again.
I’ll never get enough of this girl.
Ella
I wake up alone in Kingston’s massive bed, tucked into the blankets like I’m a little kid.
The bed smells like sandalwood, mostly, but when I turn to my left, I catch a whiff of peppermint.
There’s also the scent of chlorine, from the pool, and my pussy clenches at the memory of what we did last night.
But then my stupid brain takes me back further, to the burglary of my apartment, and tears fill my eyes. My dad was the one to buy that keyboard for me. It was the last birthday gift he gave me, before he got sick, and it guts me that it’s gone.
I remember Tommy scolding him for the expense, saying I shouldn’t have a keyboard when I could just use the pianos at the university whenever I wanted. Dad had downplayed the whole thing, saying the keyboard wasn’t expensive at all, he got it on sale, it was cheap.
But now, with it being the only thing missing from my apartment, I have to wonder.
I pull up the web browser on my phone and search for the keyboard.
I nearly drop my phone. No wonder the burglars took the keyboard…
it’s worth way more than I originally thought.
I look at the music site again. Shit, that’s two months’ rent.
I would’ve been so tempted to sell the thing if I’d known how much it was worth.
It could have kept me afloat or paid some of Dad’s hospital bills.
I doubt I would’ve been able to part with it, though. The last birthday gift my father gave me?
Doesn’t matter now, though. It’s gone.
Taking a deep breath, I pull up Tommy’s contact on my phone. I don’t want to ask him if he robbed me, but I need to know. It’s better to get it figured out than hide from it.
Plus, I want my keyboard back. I need it in order to write my songs. And maybe I haven’t been using it and writing as often as I’d like, but…actually, I stop that train of thought. I don’t need an excuse for asking my brother about my keyboard.
I tap on the little phone sign next to his name and listen to the ring tone.
After four rings, it goes to voicemail, so I dial again.
Still no answer.
I call a third time, and this time when I hear the beep for voicemail, I say in a tight voice, “Tommy, call me back. Someone broke into my apartment, and I need to talk to you.”