Chapter 18 — Make Him Choose #2
Reese's coral top loosened first, sliding down her chest and freeing her breasts into the steam.
Full and heavy and wet, nipples tight in the cool night air above the water.
Eden's navy top came off with less ceremony and more confidence, the fabric falling away from bronze skin, her breasts bare and gleaming under the deck lights.
Then the bottoms.
Tiny strings untied. Wet fabric disappeared.
Two swimsuits ended up somewhere on the deck or in the water.
I didn't know. I didn't care. Reese and Eden were naked in my hot tub, pressed against me from either side, hands still touching me, breasts bare, thighs open in the water, and the entire night narrowed to steam, skin, and the fact that I had no prayer of surviving with dignity.
"Sudden death," Eden said.
Reese shifted on my lap, her bare pussy brushing my cock under the water.
"My turn first," she whispered.
The warmth in her voice wasn't shy.
It was thrilled.
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Reese didn't wait for permission.
She rose just enough to settle herself over me, knees on either side of my hips, breasts lifting above the waterline as steam moved around her.
Her skin looked golden in the deck light, water sliding down the curves of her chest and stomach.
She was naked and soft and smiling like she had never been more pleased with a bad decision in her life.
Then she kissed me.
Not playful now.
Deep. Hungry. Certain.
Her hands slid into my hair, holding me to her while her hips shifted, and my cock brushed the wet heat of her with nothing between us. She gasped into my mouth. I felt it everywhere.
Eden moved behind her.
She didn't fade into the edge of the scene.
She wrapped one arm around Reese's waist and cupped Reese's breast with the other hand, thumb moving over the tight peak until Reese's mouth opened against mine.
Eden kissed Reese's shoulder, then her neck, then leaned in and kissed me over Reese's shoulder, all heat and teeth and wicked satisfaction.
"Take him," Eden said against Reese's skin.
Reese reached between us.
Her fingers closed around my cock, warm and sure. She slid me along her pussy once, slow enough to make both of us shake. She was slick beyond the water, and the drag of her against me tore a sound from my throat that was too rough to be a word.
She did it again.
Base to tip, back down, her hips rolling with the motion, coating me in her. My hands locked on her hips. She smiled against my mouth, breathless and proud.
"Baby, fuck."
"Exactly," she whispered.
Then she positioned me at her entrance and sank down.
Slow.
Full.
Inch by inch until she took me completely and her hips settled against mine under the water.
The heat of her closed around my cock, tight and wet and familiar in a way that still knocked the air out of my lungs.
Not first time. Not new. Better than that.
Known. Wanted. Chosen again, and now with Eden's mouth on her shoulder and Eden's hand on the curve of her ass, guiding Reese down like she wanted every inch of me inside her too.
That was what ruined me about Reese.
She could make something filthy feel like a promise without sanding off a single dirty edge.
Her body took me with soft, greedy certainty, and her face stayed open above mine, flushed and luminous and almost unbearably happy.
She wasn't performing for Eden. She wasn't performing for me.
She was letting us see her want it, all of it, with that brave Reese honesty that made my chest tight and my cock throb inside her.
Eden saw it too.
Her hand slid lower over Reese's stomach, fingers spreading possessively across damp skin, not claiming Reese away from me but holding her there with me.
Reese shivered around my cock. The movement was small, but I felt it everywhere, the little involuntary squeeze of her body, the way her breath hitched, the way her thighs tightened on either side of my hips.
"Look at you," Eden murmured into Reese's ear.
Reese's smile trembled.
"I know," she whispered. Then she looked down at me, eyes bright and wrecked already. "I wanted you both watching. I love you so much, baby."
There went the last useful part of my brain.
Reese held still when she reached the bottom.
Her forehead touched mine. Her eyes closed. Her breath left her in a shaky little laugh that wasn't funny at all. It was pleasure too big to hold quietly.
"God," she whispered. "I love this."
"I love watching this," Eden said.
Reese opened her eyes.
Then she moved.
Her rhythm started slow, deep and rolling, her hips lifting and pressing down until my cock slid almost out of her and then buried back inside.
The water moved with her, slapping gently against the sides of the tub.
Her breasts swayed above me, heavy and wet, nipples hard in the steam.
I pulled one into my mouth and she cried out, fingers tightening in my hair.
Eden's hand came around Reese's body and found my jaw, turning my face toward hers.
She kissed me while Reese rode me.
That should have been impossible to process. Reese's pussy gripping me on every stroke. Eden's tongue in my mouth. Reese's hands on my shoulders. Eden's fingers digging into Reese's ass. The three of us locked together in the steam while the water sloshed higher, warmer, louder.
Reese didn't rush.
That was worse.
She took her time learning exactly how much she could do to me before I stopped being capable of speech.
She lifted until only the head of my cock stayed inside her, then sank back down so slowly my whole body went rigid.
Again. Again. Each stroke was lush and deliberate, her pussy dragging along every inch of me, her breasts swaying inches from my face, water sliding down between them in bright little trails.
I caught her hip with one hand and her ass with the other, not to control her. God help me, I wasn't in control of anything. I just needed to hold onto the woman taking me apart in front of Eden like she had planned this down to the last breath.
"That's it," I said, voice rough. "Just like that."
Reese made a soft, pleased sound and did it again, deeper at the bottom, grinding once when she had me fully buried. The pressure hit low and hot, and my hips jerked before I could stop them.
Eden laughed quietly against Reese's shoulder. "He liked that."
"I felt him," Reese said, and the pride in her voice was so sweet and dirty it nearly finished me. “He's getting even bigger inside me.”
Reese leaned back into Eden's mouth.
They kissed over me, Reese still moving on my cock, Eden's hand sliding up Reese's stomach to cup her breast. The sight of it nearly took me over the edge right there.
Reese warm and golden. Eden dark and intent.
Both naked. Both wanting. Both using my body like the answer had been obvious all along.
The game was gone.
Or maybe this had always been the game.
Reese rode harder. Her thighs trembled against mine, her hips taking me in deep, wet strokes that made my jaw lock. I drove up to meet her, and she made a sound that broke into my name.
"Luke."
"I've got you."
Eden's fingers slipped between Reese's thighs.
Reese froze for half a second, then rocked harder, her pussy clenching around me as Eden found her clit and circled with slow, focused pressure. Reese's head dropped back against Eden's shoulder. Eden kissed her neck and watched my face while she touched Reese exactly right.
"There," Reese breathed. "Eden, don't stop."
"Not stopping."
I held Reese's hips and drove up into her.
The water was no longer quiet. It spilled and slapped and rocked around us.
Reese's rhythm started to break, turning from smooth to desperate.
Her hands found my shoulders, nails digging in, and her body tightened around me in little pulses that warned me I was in trouble.
She was gorgeous when she lost the smoothness.
Not less Reese. More Reese. The warmth stayed, but the control slipped, and underneath it was pure need.
Her mouth went soft. Her eyes got glassy.
Every downward stroke turned heavier, wetter, less precise.
She chased the angle that made her gasp, then found it and kept coming back to it, riding me with a helpless little sound each time my cock buried deep.
Eden's hand stayed between her thighs, working her with cruel patience while Reese used my body. Reese's hips stuttered, then found a harder rhythm, and the hot tub answered with water spilling over the edge onto the deck.
"Luke," Reese said again, but this time my name broke halfway through.
"I know, baby."
"No." She pressed her forehead to mine, still moving, still taking me. "I mean I love this. I love you like this. I love being yours with her right here."
Eden went still for one sharp breath.
Then her fingers moved faster.
I was already in trouble.
That was the point of the evening.
"Luke," she whispered, and there was no tease left in it. "I'm close."
"Come for me, baby."
She did.
Her whole body locked, breasts pressed to my chest, mouth open against my neck as her orgasm rolled through her.
Her pussy clamped down on my cock in deep, pulling waves, milking me so hard I lost the shape of the night for a second.
Eden held her through it, fingers still working, lips at Reese's shoulder, whispering something too low for me to catch.
I came with her.
Hard enough that my vision went white at the edges.
My hips drove up, burying me as deep as I could get, and I emptied inside Reese in thick, hot pulses.
She took every one, her body trembling in my arms, inner muscles squeezing and releasing around me while I shook under her.
My hands gripped her hips. My chest burned.
The lake, the deck, the house, everything fell away under the force of being held there by Reese and Eden together.
For a long moment, none of us moved.