“What did you have in mind?”
“This.” He takes my hand and pulls it under the water, pushing it into his swim shorts until my palm touches the heat of his hard cock. A whoosh of breath leaves my mouth, and my eyes drift closed as he pumps himself into the ring of my fingers. “Do Harris too,” he says huskily, supporting me in the water so that I can turn between them. Harris does the same as his brother, leading me directly to where he wants me to be. Under the almost transparent cool water, my palms are hot and working, forced to move in harsh, tight pulls that should be painful but are obviously pleasurable. Kane moans first, his eyelids closing. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“It feels fucking amazing,” Harris growls. His hand goes between my legs, pushing the thin scrap of fabric between my legs aside and spreading my labia. “Touch her,” Harris orders Kane.
Kane’s fingers find my opened pussy, stimulating my clit and sliding between my lips and up inside me. They feel so big and thick, but they’re nothing compared to the size of his cock or his brother’s.
“Mmmm…” Harris moans, his hips beginning to cant back and forth. “Why the fuck aren’t we back at that VIP suite, tearing this pussy up?”
“Because nothing this good should ever be rushed,” Kane says. His thumb brushes my clit as he leans in to kiss me long and deep, causing my pussy to clamp down with sensation.
“I want you,” I hiss against his lips.
“We can’t here,” he says, pumping in and out as a wicked smile forms at his lips. “But I think I just got my own back.” He withdraws his fingers and releases my hand from his cock. “Good things come to patient girls,” he says, and then he disappears beneath the water, swimming out into the depths to where his twin is currently treading water.
“What the fuck?” I say, the ache between my legs so bad I have to press my thighs together.
Harris, still supporting me in the water, laughs long and deep.
“You’ll get used to Kane. He’s a good guy, but he’s got a wicked sense of humor.”
“You call that humor?”
“It made me laugh.”
“Two can play at that game.” I store up the thought that I’m going to play Kane at his own game when I eventually get my hands on him.
8
I bring Harris so close to coming that his cheeks are flushed, and his arms that are holding me up in the deep water begin to shake. “Fuck,” he mutters.
“If we were back at the hotel, we could,” I whisper. “We’d be on a bed right now, and you could slide this hot, heavy, thick cock inside me.”
“Don’t,” he says with real pain in his voice.
“It would feel so good. Tight, wet, warm as melted chocolate.”
“Shit.” He brings one of his hands to my wrist, stopping my regular motions abruptly.
“Don’t you want to come?” I ask innocently.
His pastel blue eyes, pupils blown wide, find mine. “Do bears shit in the woods?”
I chuckle evilly. “Then why won’t you let me finish you?”
“I have no interest in feeding the fish. When I come, I’m going to fill your pussy, not the ocean.” He flashes me a pained smile that I plant a kiss on.
“Promises, promises,” I laugh.
“Anyway…” He strokes my hair back from my face, still holding me firmly in the water. “I want to know more about you, Connie. I mean, the kissing and the touching are great, and you’re funny as hell, but I want to know things.”
“Things?”
“Yeah, you know, boring things like how you take your coffee and your favorite band.”
I grin, finding him so charming, and also amusing. There’s a real role reversal here that I hadn’t thought would come about. I’m the one looking for no-strings-attached fun, and Harris is looking for the details that could transform this into more.
This is my naughty vacation fling, my first step onto foreign soil, and a chance to create memories that will keep me warm at night back home. Relationships aren’t going to come into it.
“Well, I like my coffee black and very sweet.”
“How sweet?”
“So the spoon is practically standing in all the sugar.”
Harris screws up his nose. “That’s gross.”
I shrug. “You wanted to know! And my favorite band is The Civil Wars, but they broke up, so now I’m stuck listening to a limited repertoire of songs.”
“Mmmm…” Harris looks out to where his brothers are starting to swim toward us. “Anything else you want me to know before I fuck you senseless?”
“Only that I hate my feet being touched. Everywhere else is golden.”
He grins broadly and then plants a hard kiss on my lips. “Super sweet Connie, I like my coffee with cream and my bands with grit and my women with sass, and maybe, when I’ve fucked you senseless, you can tell me some more about you.”