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Their chests are pressed together above the water, hands sliding across bare skin. I stay still between them, stunned and completely electrified, my heart pounding like it’s trying to climbout of my chest. Steam curls around all of us, and I swear, if the world ended right now, I’d go out with no complaints.
They pull apart slowly, lips slick, breath short. Their eyes are on each other for a moment longer, like they forgot I was even here.
And weirdly, I love that.
Because theyremembera second later.
Xavier’s hand cups the back of my neck. Kendrix runs his thumb down the line of my jaw. I don’t say anything. I don’tneedto.
Xavier moves first, bracing one arm behind him as he scoots up onto the edge of the tub, water cascading down his torso. Kendrix mirrors him on the other side, sitting back so they’re both above the bubbles now—legs spread, cocks hard, and waiting.
I move so that I’m on my knees on the seat, water sloshing around my thighs as I position myself between them. My hands glide over their thighs—slick, warm muscle under the water. I glance up at them both.
“This okay?” I ask, voice a little hoarse.
Kendrix exhales. “Yeah, baby.”
Xavier nods, eyes dark, locked onto my mouth. “Definitely.”
I tug the waistband of Xavier’s trunks down first. He’s already hard—long, tan, and veiny, the kind of cock that demands attention before your mouth even opens. Thick in a way that promises a stretch. My lips part without hesitation, instinct taking over.
Kendrix groans low behind me, pushing his hot pink trunks down with one strong hand. He’s just as hard. His hand grips the edge of the tub, knuckles going white like he needs to ground himself or he’ll come undone too fast.
I settle deeper between them, water lapping at my waist as I shift. My hands slide over their wet thighs. I look up just longenough to meet Xavier’s eyes before I wrap my lips around the head of his cock and take him in.
He hisses, hips jerking as the tip hits the back of my throat. My hand snakes over to Kendrix, wrapping around the base of him, thick and pulsing in my palm. I stroke him slow, in rhythm with the way I start bobbing on Xavier—slick, controlled, wet sounds filling the air, mixing with their breathy moans.
Xavier’s hand finds the back of my head, fingers weaving into my hair; not forcing, just guiding, like he’s barely holding himself back.
I pull off with a pop and shift to Kendrix, licking a hot stripe up his shaft before taking him into my mouth. He groans my name, voice raw, low, like it’s being dragged out of him. His cock stretches my lips wide, and I feel him twitch on my tongue.
“Fuck, Scout,” he murmurs.
I let my hand keep stroking Xavier, my wrist moving just fast enough to make his hips twitch toward me. I switch again—mouth to Xavier, hand to Kendrix—playing them both like an instrument I was born to master.
Their moans overlap. Their thighs tense around me. The water sloshes with every shift of my body. And then I feel them move, leaning in over me. Their bodies close in, heat pressing from both sides. I glance up and catch it, Xavier’s hand on Kendrix’s cheek, Kendrix tilting his head to meet him. Their mouths crash together above me. The kiss starts slow. Measured. Just lips, a soft sigh. Then it shifts—tongues, teeth, something raw and urgent. Their hands tighten in my hair, but their focus is on each other, a messy, raw claim, and I’m caught between it.
I moan around Kendrix’s cock, and that pulls a sharp sound from both of them.
Xavier growls deep in his throat. Kendrix breaks the kiss long enough to mutter, “Jesus fucking Christ,” before shoving his hips forward just enough to press deeper into my mouth.
Everything is heat and water and skin and want.
And I think—God, this isn’t just a fun weekend away.
This is amoment.Achoice.A claim.
And deep down, as my lips stretch and my jaw aches and their bodies shudder around me, all I can think is?—
What if I belong to both of them?
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Kendrix
Scout’s mouthis a goddamn miracle—hot and confident. He knows exactly what he’s doing and exactly how to do it, like he’s read the manual and then rewritten it for fun. Xavier groans into my mouth, hips twitching as Scout works him over like a prize he’s been promised.
We’re both moaning, kissing through it. My hand’s on the back of Xavier’s neck, keeping him close, grounding both of us.
