Chapter 17 The Ones We Keep #2
Kit's hand squeezed my thigh. "Good choice, baby."
I cut the engine and let our momentum carry us another twenty feet. At the bow, I lowered the anchor until it caught, fed out enough line for the depth, and cleated it off. I backed the pontoon gently to test the set. The line drew tight and held.
At the stern, I dropped the smaller anchor, took up the slack, and secured that line too. I checked both cleats before leaving the deck.
Only then did I turn around.
Kit and Bristol waited by the rear lounge, close enough that Bristol's sundress brushed Kit's bare knee. The inlet had gone still around them. No running lights. No voices. Only the hush of water against the pontoon and three people who knew exactly why we'd come.
"We're secure," I said.
Bristol looked toward the dark mouth of the inlet, then back at us. "This doesn't feel like hiding."
"It isn't," Kit said. "We picked it."
Bristol's attention settled on me. "Tonight is ours."
I crossed the deck.
Kit pulled me down between them before I could sit properly.
Her mouth found mine and Bristol pressed into my side, one hand sliding beneath the back of my T-shirt without lifting it.
Kit kissed me until I felt the last of the resort leave my head.
Her tongue worked against mine. Her fingers held the back of my neck.
My hand went under the hem of her shirt and spread over the warm skin at her waist.
Bristol kissed my jaw while Kit had my mouth. The touch traveled down my throat and stopped where my pulse beat hardest. Then Kit turned to her.
Their second kiss had none of the shoreline's careful discovery.
Bristol opened for her at once. Kit cupped her jaw, and Bristol's hand tightened beneath my shirt as their tongues met.
I kissed Bristol's neck. Kit pulled me closer by the wrist and put my palm against the curve of Bristol's ass through her dress.
Bristol made a rough sound into Kit's mouth and reached for me with both hands.
I shifted behind Kit. Bristol kissed her while Kit leaned back into my chest, and my mouth moved along Kit's neck.
I could feel every breath they traded. Bristol's fingers slipped into Kit's hair.
Kit's hips pressed back against my hard cock.
One of Bristol's hands left Kit and wrapped around my forearm, holding my arm across Kit's stomach so none of us could drift apart.
Kit broke the kiss and turned her head for me.
I kissed her over her shoulder, tasting Bristol on her tongue. Bristol moved behind me and pressed her mouth between my shoulder blades through the thin cotton of my shirt. Her hands slid around my waist. Kit's palms covered hers where they met over my stomach.
Three mouths. Four hands. Clothes catching against fingers that wanted skin.
Every time one of us shifted, the other two closed the space.
Bristol drew back first. Her breathing was uneven, and the warm private woman from those photographs had taken over her face.
"I want to see you," she said.
Kit caught the bottom of my shirt in both fists.
"Then let's stop letting the clothes win."
She pulled my T-shirt over my head. Bristol dropped it beside the lounge, then put both palms on my chest while Kit kissed down one shoulder.
Kit's shirt followed. The pale-yellow bikini beneath it cupped her breasts tightly enough that her nipples showed through. Bristol traced one triangle and hooked the shoulder strap.
"Keep looking at him," Bristol said.
Kit watched me while Bristol eased both straps down. I untied the back, and Kit's tits came free between us. I lifted their weight in my palms and brushed my thumbs over her hard nipples. Bristol covered my hands with hers, squeezed with me, then caught one nipple between two fingers.
"Harder," Kit said.
Bristol pinched while I sucked the other nipple, rolling my tongue over the stiff peak before catching it carefully between my teeth. Kit gripped my shoulder and pulled Bristol closer with her free hand.
"Fuck, baby." Kit's nails scraped my shoulder. "Just like that."
I switched breasts while Bristol adjusted her pressure to every answer Kit's body gave. Kit ground the front of her shorts over my stiff cock.
Bristol watched the movement, then looked down at herself. "I'm overdressed."
"Terrible problem," Kit said, breathless.
She took one shoulder of Bristol's sundress. I took the other. We slid the straps down until the neckline gave way over her big natural tits and tight nipples, then let the dress pool around her ankles. Bristol didn't pose. She stood inside our reach in only her panties and let us look.
Kit freed Bristol's feet and kissed the inside of one knee. Bristol's composure cracked around a sharp inhale.
"Those too," she said, glancing at Kit's denim shorts.
I unfastened them. Kit kicked off her sandals and let me pull the shorts down her legs. Bristol kissed one ankle before Kit stepped free. Her yellow bikini bottom was already dark at the center.
Bristol rubbed her thumb over the wet patch.
Kit shuddered. "Don't start something you won't finish."
"I plan to finish several things."
She opened the bikini ties while I peeled Bristol's panties down. Kit's bottoms joined her shorts. Bristol stepped free and nudged her panties beside the dress.
Then they turned on me.
Kit opened my shorts. Bristol pushed them from my hips, briefs and all, while Kit kept kissing me. My cock sprang against my stomach, hard enough to ache, precum shining at the tip.
Bristol wrapped her hand around the shaft before my clothes reached my ankles.
"There you are," she murmured.
"You knew where he was," Kit said.
"I wanted him uncovered."
Her fist moved once from base to head. Kit caught the bead of precum with her thumb and brought it to Bristol's lower lip. Bristol licked it clean without looking away from me.
I kicked the shorts and briefs aside, caught Kit around the waist, and pulled her onto my lap.
Her bare pussy landed along my cock, heat and wetness coating the shaft as she rolled her hips. Bristol knelt behind Kit, cupped both tits, and offered one to my mouth. I sucked the nipple while Kit dragged herself over me until every movement sounded wet.
"You feel what she does with her hips?" Bristol asked near Kit's ear.
"He feels it," Kit said. Her voice had gone rough. "Look at him."
Kit rocked forward, then back, changing the angle until the underside of my cock rubbed her clit. Her mouth opened. Bristol tightened both hands around Kit's breasts and kissed her neck while I slid two fingers through Kit's wet folds from behind.
"Inside," Kit said.
I pushed both fingers into her pussy.
She clenched immediately and kept moving over my cock while Bristol turned her face for a kiss. Kit moaned into Bristol's mouth and gripped my wrist, holding my fingers where she wanted them.
I curled my fingers forward and felt her thighs tense.
Kit tore her mouth free. "Close."
Bristol's eyes met mine over her shoulder.
I slowed.
Kit made an unhappy sound and bit Bristol's lower lip.
"Not yet," Bristol whispered.
"I know." Kit's hips made one last grinding circle before she lifted off my hand. "Doesn't mean I have to like it."
She slid from my lap, kissed me hard, then pulled Bristol into the space she'd left.
Bristol didn't sit on my cock. She knelt between my thighs, took my face in both hands, and kissed me while Kit moved behind her. Bristol's tongue pressed slowly over mine. Kit cupped her tits from behind, lifting them as my mouth moved down Bristol's throat.
I took one nipple between my lips.
"Lighter," Bristol said.
I eased the suction.
"A little left."
I changed the angle and flicked my tongue across the side of her nipple.
Her hands tightened on my shoulders. "There."
Kit smiled against Bristol's neck. "Tiny change."
"That's usually where the good part lives."
I worked the spot until Bristol's breath shook, then kissed down her stomach. She reclined against Kit, who settled behind her against the corner of the lounge and opened Bristol's thighs for me.
I put my mouth on her pussy.
Bristol tasted warm and clean, slick enough that my tongue slid easily from her entrance to her swollen clit. Her body jumped on the first flat stroke. Kit braced her with an arm beneath her breasts and kissed the side of her face.
"Again," Bristol said.
I licked her the same way.
"More pressure. Keep the line straight."
I pressed harder and felt her thighs tighten around my shoulders. My tongue circled her clit once, but Bristol touched the back of my head.
"No circle. Up and down. Steady."
I followed the instruction. Her pussy grew wetter against my mouth. Kit slipped two fingers inside her, and Bristol's head fell against Kit's shoulder.
"Angle toward me," Bristol told her.
Kit curled her fingers.
Bristol gasped. Her hips made two small rolls into my tongue, each one shifting the pressure by a fraction and producing a completely different sound.
Kit noticed. "How are you doing that without moving?"
"I'm moving." Bristol's words broke around a breath. "Just less."
Kit's free hand found Bristol's clit above my mouth. Bristol caught her wrist and placed two fingers exactly where she wanted them.
"Separate rhythm," she said. "Slow circles. Let his tongue stay straight."
Kit started circling while I kept the steady strokes below.
Bristol's whole body pulled tight between us. Her inner walls clamped around Kit's fingers. Her heels dug into the cushion, and a stripped-down moan escaped before she could shape it into anything controlled.
"Yes. That. Don't change either one."
We didn't.
Her thighs began to tremble. The hand in my hair tightened. She rolled her hips again, small and precise, and the combined pressure brought her to the edge fast.
"Stop." The word came sharp and immediate.
Kit stilled. I lifted my mouth.
Bristol lay against Kit, breathing hard, her pussy shining between spread thighs.
"That close?" Kit asked.
"One more stroke."
Kit kissed her temple. "Then we saved it at the right time."
Bristol looked down at me. "Come up here."