18. Bianca
BIANCA
Ander is walking naked through his own penthouse.
Theo is on his feet. His belt buckle clinks against the chair, his shirt comes off in one motion, and he is kicking off his shoes before my brain catches up to the fact that this is happening. We are doing this.
The man I sleep with and the other man I sleep with are stripping down in a dining room, and I’m the reason.
I yank my sweater over my head.
“We’re really doing the naked hot tub thing.”
“Apparently.” Theo’s pants hit the floor. “He won’t wait.”
I pop the button on my jeans. “He’s very impulsive.”
Theo is down to black boxer briefs and reaching for my hand. “He keeps things exciting.”
The sliding glass door is open, and I take off my shoes and pants before I step outside.
The deck is dark slate, and from this high up, the view of the city is spectacular.
String lights hang above a tub of steaming water, and Ander is already in it, arms spread along the rim, grinning at me.
“Come on, baby.” He skims his hand across the water. “It’s warm.”
I shiver. “It’s freezing out there.”
“That’s why you need to get your ass in here to join me.”
I reach behind me, unhook my bra, and drop it on the chair. Theo loses the boxer briefs. I push my underwear down my hips. The cold on every inch of me is a slap, and I’m laughing.
Theo grabs my hand.
“Run.”
We run.
The slate is ice under my feet, and the wind lifts my hair off my shoulders.
We reach the hot tub steps, and I sink into the water.
The heat is a shock. My nipples are hard from the cold, and the jets push hot water up the small of my spine.
Ander is grinning across the tub. “You know, I’ve been fantasizing about fucking you in here for months.”
“Months? You hated me when we first met.”
“Hate? No. I never hated you. And I always wanted to fuck you.”
“I love your filthy mouth,” I tell him.
My boyfriend, I think. Then I realize Ander was right. We need to work on titles.
Theo lowers onto the bench beside me. His thigh slides against mine under the water. He drapes one arm along the rim, and his thumb traces a slow line at the nape of my neck.
Wait until Daphne hears about this. She might never forgive me.
“Shit.” Ander straightens. “Champagne. I forgot the champagne.”
He moves to push up out of the water.
“Don’t.” I put my hand on his forearm. His skin is hot. “I don’t need it.”
He stops. Half-risen. Water sluicing down his chest, across the tattoos on his ribs.
“You sure?”
I nod. “I’m sure.”
“Thank fuck,” he says, and drops back.
“Agreed,” Theo says, laughing. “I’d rather get to the good part.”
The good part.
My thighs are pressed together under the water.
I turn my head toward Theo. He is right there. His hair is wet at the tips from the steam, and his mouth is two inches from mine and not closing the distance.
He’s waiting for me. So I give him what he wants.
I kiss him.
It is not a polite kiss. His mouth opens against mine, and his hand comes up out of the water and palms my jaw, hot and damp against my cheek. I taste wine on his tongue.
Then I remember someone else needs some attention.
I pull off Theo’s mouth half an inch and turn toward Ander.
Ander hasn’t moved. His arms are still along the rim. His face is half in shadow, half in the warm light from the bulb above his head, and his eyes are on my mouth.
I reach for him under the water. I find his knee. I slide my hand up his thigh until I am close enough to his cock that his breath changes.
I lean across the tub. I kiss him.
His mouth opens for me right away. His hand comes up out of the water and slides into my wet hair at the nape of my skull, and he makes a low sound against my mouth.
He pulls back. “I want to watch you fuck my brother.”
His hand stays in my hair. His thumb brushes the shell of my ear. His eyes are darker than they were thirty seconds ago.
I want to say something cool. I want to sound like a woman in control. What comes out of my mouth is, “Okay.”
Ander grins. “Okay.”
He moves to the other side of the tub. He stretches one arm back along the rim, spreads his knees under the water, and tips his head against the cedar. His free hand moves to his cock, and the rhythmic splashing of the water shows me he’s already working his dick.
Theo turns me on the bench.
His palm slides down my throat, over my collarbone, and into the water. His fingers spread across my ribs and pull me into his lap. The water is buoyant and hot, and I float into him without effort, my knees bracketing his thighs, the hard length of him pressed up against my belly.
He kisses me. One hand stays at my ribs.
The other slides down under the water, down my stomach, between my thighs.
He’s in no rush. He drags one finger through my folds, and the water makes everything different.
There is no friction here. There is only the heat and the slick of me, and the feeling of Theo’s hand on my pussy.
“Bianca.” His mouth is at my ear. “Keep your eyes on Ander.”
Across the tub, Ander has gone still except for one shoulder, which is moving in a slow rhythm under the water.
Theo’s finger slides into me.
My forehead drops to his shoulder, and his free hand comes up to the nape of my neck and holds me there.
“Eyes up,” Ander says. “I want to see your face.”
I lift my head.
Theo’s finger curls, and my hips rock down on his hand.
Ander makes a sound across the tub that is a curse word he forgot to finish.
“Two,” Ander says. “Give her two.”
Theo gives me two.
The stretch is hot and unhurried, and the water makes me weightless on his lap. I’m working my hips down onto his hand. Theo’s mouth is at my throat, and his other hand has come up to my breast, his thumb dragging across my nipple in time with the curl of his fingers.
“Our girl is gorgeous, brother. Look at her greedy pussy riding your hand.”
Theo’s breath is ragged. My breath is ragged.
He lifts me off his lap, turns me around. My spine hits his chest. His hand stays under the water between my thighs, but his other hand is at my hip now, guiding me. The bench is built into the wall of the tub. A wider ledge runs around the edge where the cedar comes up out of the water.
“Hands on the side,” he says against my ear. “Brace.”
I brace my hands on the cedar lip. The wood is wet and warm. The water is at my breasts. Theo stands behind me. The cold hits the top of my shoulders where the water can’t reach, and his hands come to my hips.
“Right there, Theo. She’s ready for you. She wants your cock.”
Theo leans down and asks, “You’re ours now. You’re the only one we’ll be fucking. Do I need a condom?”
I shake my head. “I’m on birth control. I’m clean.”
“Ander and I are clean, too.”
His palm runs up my spine. He presses my shoulders forward until my ribs are almost on the lip.
Then he presses into me.
The first inch is gradual, and he’s so big that the friction is delicious.
“Fuck.” Theo says from behind me. “Fuck, Bianca.”
He doesn’t take his time. He slams into me, and I gasp out.
His palm slides up to the nape of my neck and rests there.
He pulls almost out and rolls back in one long stroke. Water sloshes against the side of the tub. His hand at my hip pulls me onto him on every thrust. The bench is the right height for this. The angle is the right angle for this.
The world has narrowed down to the slap of his hips against my ass under the water and the drag of him in and out of me.
“He’s fucking you so good,” Ander says, and I can hear his hand moving faster under the water.
Theo’s pace picks up.
His hand slides off my hip and around to my front and down into the water. His fingers find my clit, and he circles me in the same rhythm as his hips.
I lose the ability to do anything except make sounds.
“That’s it,” Ander calls out. “Take Theo’s giant dick.”
“Bianca.” Theo is breathing hard at my ear. “I need you to come.”
My body responds to his words.
It starts where his fingers are working and rolls outward.
My arms shake on the cedar. My thighs lock onto his thighs under the water.
The water itself is part of it now, holding me up, the heat of it pressing against every inch of me at once.
Theo’s hand is on my clit, and his cock is buried in me.
His other hand has slid up the front of my chest, pinching my nipples, building a new sensation of arousal that moves through my body.
The tide climbs and climbs and breaks across my belly and rolls down through my thighs and finds new places to go.
Across the tub, Ander is talking, low and constant, and the sound of him in the dark is its own pulse against my skin.
And when the sensation starts to subside, Theo increases his pace, pumping in and out of me more erratically.
“Fuck, Bianca. Fuck.” And hearing him call out my name as he comes starts a new round of pleasure pulsing through me. He’s thrusting into me, and I push my ass back to meet every movement, over and over, until finally, he slows. And I slow.
I am hanging on the side of the tub with my forearm pressed to my mouth.
He pulls out gradually. Then he turns me to face him.
“My brother is waiting,” he breathes out. “Go.”
I look across the tub.
Ander is sitting up. Both hands gripping the rim, smirking.
“Come here, baby.”
The water carries me over to him. I move across on my knees on the bench until I am between his thighs. His hands come up out of the water and wrap around the backs of my arms, pulling me up onto him.
I straddle him.
His cock slides up against my stomach under the water. “You gonna survive me too?”
I almost laugh. “We’ll see.”
“We’re gonna work with we’ll see.”
He kisses me. His tongue is against mine, his teeth on my bottom lip.
“Lift up, baby.”
I lift up. His hand wraps around the base of his cock under the water. He guides himself to me. He nudges in.
He takes it slow. My hands grab onto his shoulders, and I lower onto him an inch at a time.
“Fuck. Hot tub Bianca might be my favorite Bianca.” His tongue juts out, licking his bottom lip.
And, wow.
Watching that makes the walls of my pussy clench around him.
Ander groans at the sensation, pulling me down the remaining inches. My thighs are wide across his thighs. He is buried in me. His arms come around my spine and pull me tight against his chest, and his mouth opens at the side of my throat, and he holds there a beat, breathing.
“Take that pretty pussy for a ride.”
I move.
I rise up on my knees in the warm water, and I lower onto him, weightless and unhurried. His hands stay at the small of my back, guiding the rhythm but not setting it.
He lets me set the pace.
His mouth is at my throat. His teeth scrape. His tongue follows. His palm slides up my spine and into my wet hair, and he tugs lightly. My head tips back, and his mouth is at the front of my throat, and he is moaning into the hollow there in time with every drop of my hips.
“Goddamn.” He pulls off enough to find my face. “You’re ours. Tell me.”
“Yours.” My hips are working faster. I am chasing it again, already. “I’m yours. I’m Theo’s.”
“Good girl,” he breathes.
He drives up into me on the next drop. Water sloshes against the rim.
His hand at my spine has slid down to my hip.
He is taking over the rhythm. He is fucking up into me on every drop, and his other hand has come around the front of me.
His thumb circles my clit under the water, in time with his movements.
Across the tub, Theo is on the bench.
Ander’s mouth is at my ear. “He’s watching us now. You like that? You like that your man is watching you bounce on my dick?”
I nod against his shoulder.
“Use your words.”
“Yes. Yes, Ander.”
“Yeah. That’s my girl.” He drives up again. “My brother watched me fuck his girl. Watched you take my cock like you were starving for it. He’s never getting that out of his head. Neither am I.”
My fingers fist in the wet curls at the nape of Ander’s neck. My thighs lock onto his thighs under the water. He drives up into me on the next stroke, and his thumb tightens its circle.
The orgasm climbs through my stomach and breaks across my ribs and rolls down the backs of my thighs. The warm water is everywhere, and his arms are around me, and his mouth is at my ear, saying my name.
My eyes are open this time, and I am watching his face when he finally lets go.
He breaks with my name in his mouth and his face pressed to my collarbone. He pumps in and out of me as we both come down.
And when we finish, I don’t move for a long minute.
Theo crosses the tub.
He sits down on the bench beside us. His hand comes to my spine, between Ander’s arms, and he rests it there.
Theo’s hair is wet. His mouth is swollen. His eyes are on mine. “Stay.”
“Tonight?” My answer is hoarse.
Ander squeezes my thigh. “Forever.”
I look at Theo. I look at Ander. Months ago, I hated them.
Tonight, both of them are asking for forever.
“Yes.”