30. Group Fish Humidity Situation
GROUP FISH HUMIDITY SITUATION
GRACE
The underwater tunnel is doing the blue-green glow that doesn't have a name because the naming part of my brain is currently occupied with other concerns. Such as the fact that I'm standing in the fish tube with my three men.
Joel locked the tunnel. That's how serious this is.
Beck's sitting on the tunnel floor. Grant's near the far end of the tunnel, leaning against the railing.
"So," I say, and the word bounces around the glowing tunnel like it's already turned on. "I want the group heart situation. The messy, overwhelming, all-of-you-inside-me-at-once version."
Joel's eyes darken. "You sure you want all of us?"
"Yes. All of you. In the feelings way and the bodies way and the I-need-you-so-much-it's-stupid way." My hands fly up in the world's most desperate charades, trying to mime three men and one very eager me.
"We get it, Grace," Beck says, grinning.
"Yes," Grant says.
I look at him. "Yes?" I say.
"Yes."
Beck just laughs low. "You already know my answer."
I look at Joel.
"I locked the door," he says.
That's Joel's yes.
I take one step forward and immediately betray myself, foot catching on absolutely nothing. Beck catches me before I can complete the face-plant, hands steady on my waist, face inches from mine.
"You're shaking."
"I'm vibrating. There's a distinction. Shaking implies fear.
Vibrating implies frequency. I'm at a frequency.
The one where I want to touch everyone in this tunnel and my hands are trying to figure out the logistics.
The logistics are complicated because I have two hands and there are three of you and that's a math problem, Beck. "
He laughs into my mouth, the sound melting straight into a kiss that's hungry and bright and Beck. He shoves my hoodie up, fingers skating over my ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts. My skin lights up brighter than the tunnel.
"Wait," I say, against his lips.
He stops instantly.
"Not wait-wait. Organizational wait. I need to... there's a sequence... I haven't figured out the... I should have made a crayon plan."
"Grace." Joel's voice is behind me. Joel moved without sound. "Stop planning."
His hand settles on my shoulder, thumb tracing my collarbone and I've never in my life thought of my collarbone as a meaningful piece of anatomy, but Joel is reclassifying it in real time. Beck's mouth moves to my neck. Grant is suddenly there too.
"I don't need a plan," Joel says, near my ear.
I reach for Grant's chest. My fingers find warm skin and a steady heartbeat.
Beck peels my hoodie off. I'm wearing a tank top from the supply bedroom that says WONDERSPHERE: WHERE MAGIC HAPPENS across the chest. Which is an aggressive piece of irony that I didn't plan.
Joel's hands join in, one on my hip, one sliding under the hem of my tank top.
"Off," I manage. "Everything off."
Grant's hands find the hem. He lifts the tank top.
Beck shoves my pants down my hips, and I step out of them before they can weaponize themselves against my ankles.
Grant steps in close from behind, his hands sliding around to cup my breasts, thumbs brushing slow circles over my nipples. "Perfect," he says against my neck. "Every single inch of you." He peels my panties down and helps me kick them free.
Joel's on my other side, fingers tracing my ribs, my stomach, then lower, dipping between my legs. "Fuck, Grace," he growls low, dirty talk kicking in like a switch flipped. "Already soaked for us."
He strips his own shirt off one-handed, then kicks his pants off. His cock springs free, thick and hard and impossible to ignore.
Beck laughs against my breast, the vibration shooting straight between my legs, and yanks his own clothes off in a whirlwind, revealing the lean, chaotic energy packed into every inch of him. He's hard too, grinning like trouble incarnate as he presses against my thigh.
Grant's still behind me, steady as ever, shedding his layers until his bare chest is warm against my back and his cock nestles against my ass.
Beck drops to his knees, mouth blazing a trail down my stomach, then looks up at me from his knees with pure mischief. "Permission to cause oral chaos?" Before I finish the nod, he's licking a stripe up my inner thigh.
Joel claims my mouth in a deep, filthy kiss that tastes like dirty promises. Grant's hands never stop moving, stroking my sides, my hips, holding me upright when my knees start plotting mutiny.
Fingers tease between my legs from multiple directions: Beck's tongue flicking my clit, Joel's thick fingers sliding through my folds, Grant's gentle press from behind.
Beck's tongue finds my clit and I moan into Joel's mouth. Joel's fingers spread me open for Beck while Grant holds me upright, lips on my neck, whispering, "Breathe, love. We've got you."
Beck hooks one of my thighs over his shoulder. His tongue is relentless, broad, flat strokes followed by quick, teasing flicks, laughing low every time my hips jerk against his mouth.
"Oh fuck, Beck." The words come out broken. The tunnel throws them back at me.
Joel steps in tight on my left, one arm banded around my ribs, holding me steady while his other hand palms my breast, calloused thumb dragging over my nipple. "That's it," he says against my ear. "Let him have you."
Grant presses in from behind, solid and warm, both arms wrapped around my waist so I'm basically suspended between the three of them. His mouth finds the side of my neck, gentle bites followed by soft kisses.
I'm floating. Held up. Surrounded. Beck's tongue circles my clit, then sucks. My hands flail for a second before they find Beck's hair with one and Joel's shoulder with the other.
"I'm… I'm gonna come." The warning is barely a warning. More like a desperate squeak.
Grant's voice is quiet thunder against my skin. "Let go."
Beck growls against me, the vibration shooting straight through me. My thighs clamp around his head, and a loud moan bounces around the tube while they hold me up. Joel's arm tightens, keeping me from collapsing. Grant presses a soft kiss to my shoulder like he's proud of me for falling apart.
Beck keeps licking me through it, gentler now, greedy little sounds vibrating against my soaked skin until I'm twitching and whimpering and laughing at the same time.
When the sparks finally stop exploding behind my eyes, Beck pulls back just enough to grin up at me, chin shiny, eyes pure chaos.
Joel huffs a quiet laugh against my neck. Grant just squeezes me tighter.
"Floor," I say. "We should... the floor is... can we be horizontal? Vertical is complicated."
Grant spreads one of the blankets on the tunnel floor and lies back, pulling me down with him so I'm straddling his hips. His cock is thick and flushed and perfect.
Beck has a handful of condoms, like a perverted magician.
"How many do you think we need?" I ask.
He shrugs and tosses one to Grant.
Grant opens it and rolls it on.
I sink down onto him slowly, feeling every ridge. The stretch is so good that I whimper. Grant's hands settle on my hips, thumbs stroking gentle circles.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," he breathes.
I start to move, rolling my hips, riding him in slow, deep strokes. Every time I sink down he groans quietly, fingers flexing like he's trying not to lose control too fast.
Beck kneels behind me, hands smoothing over my ass. "Still with us, baby?"
"Mmhmm, very with you… oh god." Something cool and slick drips between my cheeks. "Wait, where the hell did you get lube?"
Beck laughs, bright and wicked, pressing a kiss to my shoulder blade. “Band-aid house. Medical lubricant, right next to the condoms.”
Grant's hips stutter under me. “You stole medical lubricant?”
“Reallocated. For medical-adjacent purposes," Beck says, already circling my hole with slick fingers. "You're welcome."
I laugh, the sound breaking into a moan as Beck presses one finger inside. He takes his time, adding more lube before working in a second, then a third, stretching me gradually while I keep riding Grant. Every time my body tightens, he stops and waits until I relax around him again.
“Still good?” he asks.
“Extremely good. Proceed with the group heart logistics.”
Joel moves in front of me, kneeling so his thick cock is right at eye level. He threads his fingers into my hair. "Open up, Grace," he says. "Let me feel that pretty mouth while they fuck you full."
I lean forward, taking him between my lips. Joel groans the second my tongue swirls around the head. "That's it. Good girl. Just like that."
I hear another condom wrapper, followed by another squirt of lube. Beck lines up behind me and waits until I push back against him before easing inside, slow and careful. The overwhelming stretch pulls a broken, happy sound out of me around Joel's cock.
"Easy," Grant says, hands steady on my hips, holding me together.
Beck bottoms out with a shaky laugh. "Holy shit, you're amazing."
Joel's grip tightens gently in my hair as he rocks shallowly into my mouth. "That's our girl. Look at her. You love it, don't you, Grace?"
I moan around him, nodding.
The rhythm settles deep and filthy and perfect.
Grant thrusts up into me in steady, rolling waves, hitting that spot inside that makes my vision spark.
Beck rocks in from behind, slower but deeper, every slide stretching me so full I feel like I might fly apart.
Joel keeps fucking my mouth in measured strokes, thumb stroking my cheek like I'm precious even while he's buried halfway down my throat.
"So fucking good," Joel growls. "Perfect little thing. You love being our center, don't you? Love getting fucked by all three of us at once."
I moan around him, the sound vibrating down his shaft. My hips roll faster, chasing the building heat. Beck reaches around and finds my clit, circling it with slick fingers while he keeps thrusting into my ass.
Grant's hands tighten on my hips, voice wrecked but still so gentle. "That's it, love. Ride me."