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Kim’s hands skim my body, moving with the water.

And then I hear it again. The whisper.

I’m not imagining it.

Lucien.

You can have him, kitten, if you want him. I want you to feel good. You deserve to feel good. Let him make you feel good.

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Luna

Ibreak the kiss, breathless, and glance up to see the small black eye of a camera tucked against the pool house roof, angled at the water. Of course. He watches everything. And I know, from the darkness in his voice, exactly what watching us is doing to him.

“What is it?” Kim asks. His hands are still on my waist beneath the water. His heart is hammering.

“Lucien,” I say, and Kim goes rigid and starts to step back. I hold on to him. “He’s watching. He wants to watch.”

Kim chews his lower lip.

“It’s okay to stop.”

Kim is looking at me hungrily. His cock is hard, and pressing against me. “I’m okay with him watching if he’s okay with it happening,” Kim says.

More than okay, Lucien purrs.

I laugh because Kim can’t hear him, and because I have never in my life felt like this. Wanted by two men. Wanted so much.

“He’s okay,” I say out loud.

I take Kim’s hand and guide it between my legs where the sensation of him touching me feels cool and strange with the wetness of the water meeting my own as he nudges aside the fabric of my bikini.

Around the edges of the pool, I feel the shadows start to curl and sigh, but I will them back; I don’t want them to obscure us from Lucien. So, I keep them low, dancing over the tiles around the pool, forming beautiful patterns on the floor and on the surface of the water.

Kim takes his hand from between my legs and lifts me onto the edge of the pool. Suddenly, I’m not embarrassed to be seen by him.

I reach back and unhook the top half of the bikini, then slightly ungracefully let him help me out of the bottom half.

Kim parts my legs and smiles up at me. I brace my hands on the edges of the pool, the warm tiles soothing my muscles. Making me feel held and safe.

He pauses for a moment, noticing my scars. Kisses them softly, then starts to lick my clit, laces his fingers with mine, and uses his other hand to tease the entrance of my pussy.

He is slow and attentive, and the sight of him between my legs, and the sound of Lucien growling in my head, makes everything else in the entire world disappear.

In the past, my thoughts would tug me away from pleasure. Either my thoughts or my pain. But now pleasure is all I can feel and I’m not capable of thinking anything at all.

When I tilt my hips, easing them toward him so his fingers reach deeper inside me, Kim stops. He lifts me back into the water and onto his cock. I gasp, and wrap my arms around his neck as my legs curl around his waist.

I feel weightless, moving with ease up and down on Kim’s shaft as he kisses my neck then dips his head to suck my nipples.

Can he come inside me? I ask Lucien because this feels like the sort of thing we should agree on.

He can come wherever you want him to, Lucien hums as his pleasure cascades into me, merging with my own and making me cry out.

Kim’s legs are starting to shake. He holds me tight. He murmurs my name over and over and over.

And then he comes, too.