Chapter 8 #2
I watch them work, watch them move with that same coordinated efficiency they showed when they took down Bruno and Sal.
And despite the terror still coursing through my veins, despite knowing that Vega is out there somewhere and he knows where I am, I feel something else.
Hope. Because I'm not alone anymore. I've got them, and they're not going to let anything happen to me.
dash
The hot tub is the only thing keeping me from collapsing after the day we’ve had.
Steam rises into the cool night air. The jets hum low against our backs.
Maddie sits between us in that little black bikini, hair damp and clinging to her neck and shoulders.
Finn is on her right, I’m on her left, and the three of us are close enough that every shift of the water presses us together.
She’s been quiet, head tipped back, eyes closed. The long day shows in the soft set of her mouth. I reach under the water and rest my hand on her thigh, fingers spreading over the warm skin. She doesn’t pull away. Instead she lets her leg fall open a little more against mine.
Finn notices immediately. His hand moves from the edge of the tub to the back of her neck, thumb stroking slow circles just under her hairline.
A soft breath leaves her. I lean in and brush my mouth over the hinge of her jaw, tasting the faint salt of the water on her skin.
She turns toward me without opening her eyes, and I take her mouth.
The kiss starts slow. Deep. I lick into her, unhurried, savoring the way she softens against me.
Finn’s hand stays on her neck, holding her steady while I kiss her like we have all night.
When I finally pull back she’s breathing faster.
Finn turns her face toward him and claims her mouth next, kissing her just as thoroughly.
I watch the way her lips part for him, the quiet sound she makes when his tongue slides against hers.
My cock twitches hard under the water. Watching them together always does this to me.
Seeing my best friend make her melt never fails to get me painfully hard.
I kiss her again the second Finn releases her, harder this time.
She meets me just as hungry. Our mouths move together, wet and open, while Finn’s lips trail down the side of her neck.
I feel her shiver between us. Every time one of us breaks away the other takes over, passing her mouth back and forth until her lips are swollen and she’s making soft, restless sounds against our tongues.
My hand slides higher on her thigh. Finn’s fingers stroke the line of her throat.
The air in the tub feels thicker, charged.
I kiss the corner of her mouth, then her bottom lip, sucking it gently between mine. “You’ve been driving me crazy all day,” I murmur against her. “Sitting there looking like that. Letting us touch you like this.”
“Then stop teasing and touch me more,” she whispers, voice already rough. “Both of you.”
Finn hums in agreement and kisses her again, slow and filthy, before passing her back to me.
I let him have her for a longer stretch this time, just watching.
The way she leans into him, the way her hand comes up to rest against his chest, the soft wet sound of their mouths.
My dick throbs. I have to reach down and adjust myself under the water.
Watching Finn with her is almost as good as having her myself.
We keep going, long, deep kisses, tongues sliding, soft bites, the kind of making out that leaves her flushed and shifting in the water.
Only when her breathing is uneven and her hands are gripping both our knees under the water does she reach up and pull the string at the back of her neck.
The little black triangles of her bikini top loosen.
She tugs the second tie and the top floats free, leaving her bare from the waist up.
Her full breasts sit heavy and wet in the steam, nipples already tight from the cool air and everything we’ve been doing to her mouth.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
I lower my head and take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, flicking it with my tongue. Finn does the same on the other side. She gasps, arching between us, one hand sliding into my hair, the other into his.
“Yes… just like that,” she breathes. “Don’t stop. Your mouths feel so good.”
I pull off just long enough to watch him suck on her, the way her breast yields to his mouth, the soft moan she lets out.
The sight alone makes my cock ache. Then I go back to her other nipple, matching him, both of us licking and sucking and gently biting while our hands roam under the water over her soft stomach and the tops of her thighs.
Then her hands move lower.
She reaches under the water, finds the waistband of my swim trunks, and pulls me free. Her fingers wrap around my cock, hot and sure, and she gives me a firm stroke that makes my hips jerk. At the same time she does the same to Finn. I feel the way his body tenses on the other side of her.
“Christ, Maddie,” Finn groans against her breast.
“You’re both so hard,” she says, voice low and a little shy even as her fists tighten. “I love feeling you like this. Love knowing I do this to you.”
She starts working us both, fists tight, twisting just enough on the upstroke to make my vision blur.
The water swirls around her moving hands.
Every squeeze, every slow pull, has me breathing harder against her skin.
I keep sucking her nipple, but every few seconds I glance over to watch her hand on Finn, the way she’s stroking him, the look on his face. It only makes me harder in her grip.
“You’re gonna make me come in this fucking tub if you keep that up,” I warn her, voice rough.
“Maybe I want to,” she answers, squeezing tighter, thumb swiping over the head of my cock. “Maybe I want to watch you both lose it for me.”
Finn curses under his breath and bites down gently on her other nipple. She’s panting now, chest rising and falling fast between our mouths, still pumping us with steady, filthy rhythm.
I can’t take much more of it. Not out here.
I pull my mouth off her breast and catch her wrist, stilling her hand on my cock. “Inside,” I tell her. “Now. Before I bend you over the edge of this tub and forget how to be careful with you.”
“Then take me inside,” she says, already sounding wrecked. “I need you both. Please.”
Finn is already nodding, breathing hard. “Yeah. Bed. We need room for what we want to do to you.”
We get out fast. I help her stand, steadying her when her legs shake a little.
Water streams down her bare breasts and stomach.
Finn grabs the towels and wraps one around her from behind, but his hands still find her under the fabric, cupping her like he can’t stop touching.
I lead the way into the house, already hard enough that walking is uncomfortable, the image of her mouth on his and her hand on both of us still burned into my head.
Inside the bedroom I shut the door and turn. She’s still damp, towel slipping off one shoulder, eyes dark and ready. Finn steps up behind her and unties the strings of her bikini bottoms. They fall to the floor. She’s completely bare between us now.
Finn lies back on the bed first and pulls her over him so that she’s facing away from him and looking at me. She straddles his hips, and I watch the way she sinks down onto his cock, taking him inch by inch until she’s fully seated. The sound she makes goes straight through me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” she gasps, rocking her hips. “So deep already.”
Finn’s hands grip her waist as he starts thrusting up into her, slow and deep.
I move in front of her, between their spread legs.
The sight of his thick cock disappearing into her pussy from this angle is almost enough to undo me.
I lean down and drag my tongue over her clit, tasting her, tasting where they’re joined. She gasps and rocks harder onto him.
“Oh god, Dash, ” Her voice breaks. “Your mouth… don’t stop. Keep licking me while he’s inside me.”
“Fuck, Dash,” Finn groans, still thrusting up into her. “The way you’re licking her while I’m inside her… feels insane.”
I seal my mouth over her clit and suck, flicking it with my tongue in time with Finn’s strokes. My hands spread her open so I can get more of her, licking and sucking every time he bottoms out. She’s dripping, the wet sounds of him fucking her mixing with the soft, desperate noises she makes.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her. “Ride him while I eat this pretty pussy. Let me taste how wet you get for us.”
“Yes, yes, just like that,” she moans, grinding down onto Finn while pushing against my mouth. “I’m so full. Your tongue feels so good while he’s fucking me. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
She comes hard, thighs shaking around Finn’s hips, crying out as her pussy clenches around him. I keep licking her through it, slower now, until she’s trembling and oversensitive.
She’s ours. And getting to watch my best friend fuck her while I make her fall apart on my tongue is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
We help her turn around so she’s facing Finn. She’s still seated on his cock, now looking down at him instead of me. Finn reaches up and cups her face, pulling her down into a deep kiss while I grab the bottle of lube from the nightstand.
I pour a generous amount onto my fingers, then more over her tight little hole. She shivers when the cool gel touches her.