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He separated her swollen folds, zeroing in on the tight bundle of nerves. She let out a soft cry when he pushed a finger inside her, inching in and out while she circled her arms around Tristan’s neck and arched up to kiss him.
With his free hand, Matt flipped a button on the side and turned up the jets, sending plumes of hot water jetting all around them.
Including millimeters from Cait’s pussy.
“Shift over, baby,” he said, glad he’d sprung for a model with plenty of room to move. He pulled her off her knees and onto his lap. “Now open up those thighs a little…”
Her moan told him she’d gotten the drift. She braced a hand on the wall and eased closer, using her fingers to spread herself open for the blasting jet. He’d experienced those jets against his cock often enough. But that was nothing compared to watching her cheeks bloom with color as he cupped her breast, squeezing hard while he sculpted her ass with his other hand. He separated her cheeks, teasing her rosette with the tip of his finger while Tristan drew up her leg, angling her just right so the pulsating stream hit her where she needed it most.
“I want to taste you,” Tristan said thickly, his need evident in every taut line of his face. “Want to lick up every drop as you come.”
She lifted her face from where she’d pressed it against Matt’s neck. “You’ll drown.”
Not sure if she meant from the level of water in the hot tub or from her release, Matt chuckled. “Don’t think so, sweetheart. Pretty sure he can manage.”
“I want you both to lick me. At once.” She climbed up on the edge of the hot tub and spread her legs, motioning them closer with a crook of her finger and a bewitching smile. “Maybe when you’re done, I’ll do the same for both of you. And…” She dropped her voice to a whisper as she pulled on her nipples. “Maybe I’ll even let you come right here.”
Tristan shot him a glance, lifting his brows. “Some deal, huh?”
“Sounds good to me.” Not wasting any time, Matt dipped his head. “Hold yourself open for us,” he said, his breath coming short when she obeyed. Already her clit swelled and pulsed for their touch.
True to their agreement, he pushed her thigh back as far as he could on his side and waited until Tristan fit himself in beside her. It was awkward positioning to say the least—unless they wanted to break Cait open like a damn wishbone—but they did the best they could, sliding in and sipping from her hot pussy as if she’d turned on a spigot. Tristan slipped in a finger and indicated for Matt to do the same, and together, they finger fucked her and ate her until she clutched at their hair and practically screamed.
“Too good. Stop, stop!”
Breathing hard, they both pulled back. Then she shook her head again. “No, it’s okay. It’s just your fingers and your mouths together are—”
“Too intense?” Matt asked, feigning sympathy.
She nodded. “Yeah.”
“Oh, if that’s all, then…” Tristan flashed a grin at Matt and dove back down for more. “Too fucking bad,” he said, nuzzling her folds and taking her flesh between his teeth.
Matt barked out a laugh and joined him, immediately taking up the position he’d just vacated. They each added their fingers and additional pressure, pushing her up to the point of no return so fast she screamed. Her inner walls contracted around their digits, but they didn’t stop.
Tristan nudged him away as he fit three fingers inside her dripping slit. “Now eat her,” he instructed, moving as far out of the way as he could to give Matt room to work.
“No. Really. I’m good.” She tried to draw her thighs together and moaned as Tristan pumped in and out. “I can’t come again yet.”
“Wanna bet?” Matt wiggled his tongue at her, and she kicked out at him as they all laughed. Before she could voice any additional objections, Matt resumed devouring her.
In not long at all, she cried out and tumbled over the brink again, her release as warm and stimulating as the bubbles that flowed out all around them. She went lax against the tile wall, her face so slack that Matt knew she’d be out in no time.
“Too much booze and too many orgasms make Caity a sleepy girl,” she mumbled, earning another laugh from the guys.
Matt glanced at Tristan. “Let’s get her in bed.”
“If I go to bed, you hafta sleep too.”
“Think that was an argument?” Tristan asked mildly, scooping her up into his arms.
“Not gonna sleep.” She slung an arm around Tristan’s shoulder after giving him a loud, smacking kiss. “Just rest my eyes.”
“Right.” Matt laughed and got out of the hot tub. He grabbed a stack of bath towels and followed them into the bedroom. He arranged one on the bed just before Tristan laid Cait down. After drying himself with the towel, he noticed Tristan watching him with a brow cocked.
“Going to share that towel?”
“Sure.”
