a gentle bite of the soft flesh of her chest. Moving my hungry mouth down, I pull the soft hazel peak between my teeth and she lets out a delicious moan, arching her back.
“Is he hard, Hanna?” Ellis asks.
“Yes,” she pants, high pitched and needy. She rubs her body against the stiffness in my underwear and the ache to be inside her grows so intense I can hardly breathe.
“Reach into his boxers, Hanna. Touch him.”
With my mouth still on her tits, she does as he says, snaking her hand under the waistband of my briefs and grasping my cock in her hand. I can’t help the low growl that comes out of me as she squeezes.
Contrary to popular belief, water is not a lubricant, and it becomes instantly clear, mostly based on the harsh tug of my cock, that we need to move this out of the pool. But I’m impatient, so with her legs still wrapped around me, I carry her to the steps, and once I have the water at my waist level, I set her on the top step, so she’s sitting in shallow water.
This also gives me a perfect view of Ellis who is calmly watching this with his whiskey still in his hands like we’re performing for him. I guess we are.
I also take notice of the fact he’s not joining in. Usually he does, and part of me is anxious for him to, but I’m also processing the fact that he’s letting me have this. Maybe in some way he’s letting me have her.
She leans back on her elbows so her body is sprawled out before me as I continue to devour her, my lips traveling from her stomach to her breasts and up to her neck. When I kiss her mouth, she hums, touching my cheek with her hand. I don’t know why, but the intimate gesture sends my heart beating a little faster than it already is.
Sitting up, she begins to kiss down my neck and chest, and I suddenly know where this is going, but I can’t bring myself to stop it.
“Do you want to taste him, Hanna?”
“Mmhm…” she responds with her lips near the waistband of my boxers and so fucking close to the head of my dick. I nearly stumble as chills run over my skin.
“Do it.”
My eyes dance up to meet his gaze when I hear that familiar authoritative voice. And it’s with our gazes locked that she pulls down the fabric and places her warm lips against the head, making my eyes nearly roll back in my head. When she swallows me down against her tongue and I feel the back of her throat, my fingers dig into her hair, and I fight the urge to lose it already. He’s not here with us, but with him watching us like this it’s like he is.
Hanna’s mouth is working up and down on my length, and I hold back the urge to fuck her without mercy. Maybe an old Nash would have, but for now, I stare at the man in the chair as she drives me closer and closer to my climax.
“Hanna, stop.” Ellis’s voice pulls me out of my pleasure-laced daze, and I look down at the brown and blue eyes staring up at me. It takes my softly pulling on her hair for her to tear herself away. Her wet lips look so delicious I can’t help but lean down and capture them with my own. She hums into my mouth as our tongues tangle in warmth.
“I think she’s ready for you,” a cool, gravelly voice says from the chair outside the pool, and when I pull my lips from hers, I stare down with a question on my face.
“I’m ready,” she whispers against my mouth.
My body takes over, or maybe it’s an old version of Nash that flips Hanna over, putting her knees on the steps as she lets out a raw, guttural yelp. I kiss a line down her spine, hitting each vertebra before peeling down her bikini bottoms.
A tremor ripples through her body as I plant a kiss right at the bottom of her spine. My hand slides between her legs, feeling how ready she is for me, and I can’t wait another second. Covering her bent body with my own, I put my lips to her ear as I grunt, “He’s watching you. Does that turn you on?”
“Yes,” she cries, high-pitched and desperate, and I look up at him too, both