14 | Hot Tub #2
Wesley’s mouth stayed busy on my neck, soft and encouraging between kisses. “You’re doing so good… letting us have you like this.”
Leo broke the kiss long enough to look down between us, watching his own hand work me through the fabric.
“Do you know how many women fantasize about what you’re getting right now?
” The teasing edge was still there, but his voice had gone rough.
“Our favorite band manager, getting all three of us in a hot tub.”
Kadir’s fingers tightened on my breast. He leaned closer, mouth near my ear while Leo’s hand kept moving. “You like being shared?”
“I like it,” I managed, the words shaky.
“Good.” His free hand covered mine on his cock and guided the pressure higher. “Show Leo how pretty you look when you come.”
The combination became intense. Leo’s fingers rubbing relentless circles over my clit through the soaked bottoms, Wesley’s hardness under me and his mouth on my neck, Kadir’s hand on my breast and the thick shape of him in my fist. The purple light and steam and the knowledge that all three of them were focused on me at once pushed me over.
I came hard, shaking between them, Leo’s name escaping my mouth. Wesley held me through it, murmuring soft praise against my skin. Leo kept rubbing until the last tremor faded. Kadir watched my face the entire time, eyes dark and satisfied, my hand still moving slowly on him.
When it was over I was left breathing hard, still straddling Wesley’s thigh, Leo’s hand resting possessively between my legs, Kadir’s larger hand covering mine on the front of his trunks.
Leo was the one who broke the silence, voice low and delighted.
“Alright,” he said, thumb stroking once along my throat. “Now that we’ve established you like being shared… use the manager voice and tell us what you want next.”
I was still shaking, still sitting on Wesley’s lap with the water lapping around us. My hand hadn’t moved from the front of Kadir’s trunks. He was thick and hard under the wet fabric, and when I tightened my fingers his eyes stayed locked on mine.
Leo noticed the direction of my gaze and let out a low, delighted laugh.
“Oh,” he said. “That’s what you want.”
Wesley’s arm flexed around my waist. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the place where my neck met my shoulder and murmured, almost sweetly, “Yeah? You want him?”
I looked at Kadir. Steam rose between us. The purple light caught on the water beading across his chest and shoulders. My voice came out quieter than I intended, but it still carried the edge they were asking for.
“That’s what I want.”
Leo’s smile turned sharp with satisfaction. “See? So hot.”
Kadir nodded. He covered my hand with his own, pressing my palm more firmly against the hard length of him, and said in that same low, even tone, “Then let’s get out of the water.”
Wesley helped me stand. Leo climbed out first and grabbed towels, tossing one to Wesley and keeping another for himself.
Kadir stepped out last, water streaming down the heavy lines of his body.
The enclosed porch was warm from the heater; the glass walls still showed the snow falling in the dark outside, but the air against my wet skin only made me shiver once before the heat settled back in.
Wesley wrapped a towel around my shoulders from behind and kept his hands there, steadying me. Leo moved in front of me, close enough that the towel brushed his chest. He reached up and tipped my chin with two fingers so I had to look at him.
“You’re going to let him have you,” he said, voice light and filthy at the same time. “Right here. While we watch. Is that what you want, Dasha?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
Kadir stepped in behind Leo, larger, quieter. He looked at me over Leo’s shoulder and spoke directly to me.
“On the table.”
Wesley guided me backward until the backs of my thighs hit the polished wooden table near the windows.
He stayed at my back, hands sliding the towel off my shoulders so it dropped to the floor.
Leo reached for the ties of my bikini top and pulled them loose with deliberate slowness, letting the wet fabric fall.
Kadir watched every inch of skin that was revealed like he was memorizing it.
Wesley’s mouth found the side of my neck again, softer now, almost reassuring. “We’ll take good care of you.”
Leo’s hands settled at my waist. He leaned in and kissed me once, then stepped to the side so Kadir could take his place directly in front of me.
The shift in attention was immediate. Kadir’s gaze moved down my body and back up, heavy and focused.
He set both hands on my hips and lifted me the rest of the way onto the edge of the table like I weighed nothing.
My wet bikini bottoms were still on. He hooked his fingers in the sides and looked at me, waiting.
I nodded. “Do it.”
He peeled them down my legs and dropped them on the floor without ceremony. The cool air lasted only a second before his large hands spread my thighs open and he stepped between them. I could feel how hard he still was, the thick shape of him pressing against me through his trunks.
Leo moved to one side of the table, still close enough to touch. Wesley stayed at my back, chest warm against my shoulders, arms loosely around me so I was held safely between all three of them.
Kadir’s voice was quiet, but it left no room for misunderstanding.
“You’re going to take me,” he said. “And you’re going to look at them while you do it.”
Leo made a low, approving sound. Wesley’s lips brushed my temple.
I was already breathless again, already aching, the earlier orgasm doing nothing to take the edge off. Kadir’s hands flexed on my thighs, holding me open, and the look on his face said he was in no hurry to give me what I wanted just yet.
The night was only getting started.
Behind me, Wesley’s chest pressed against my bare back, solid and steady. Leo leaned a hip against the edge of the table, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him.
Kadir’s eyes never left mine when he finally reached down and pushed the front of his trunks lower.
He freed himself without ceremony. I had felt him through fabric before, but seeing him was different.
Thick, heavy, already flushed dark at the tip.
He wrapped one large hand around the base and stepped closer until the head of his cock rested against me.
The first slow drag was deliberate.
He rubbed the blunt head through my folds, parting me, coating himself in how wet I already was. The sensation was immediate and devastatingly pleasurable. He dragged upward, catching my clit, then down again, notching himself at my entrance for a single heartbeat before sliding away.
I sucked in a sharp breath. My hips tried to follow.
Kadir’s hands tightened on my thighs, holding me exactly where he wanted me. “Patient.”