“Now you’re talking,” he told her, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. “Lead the way.”
“Come with me,” she motioned with her hands and they followed instinctively. Shit, she wasn’t going to have to tell them twice.
Cole fell into step behind her as she made her way to the back porch and his dick continued its incessant throbbing. They hadn’t yet christened this patio, or the pool for that matter, and he suddenly had the desire to do exactly that. He didn’t give a damn how cold the water was.
Sierra moved around to the hot tub, and Cole realized she must’ve planned ahead because the jets were on and there was steam coming up from the water.
“Strip,” Sierra demanded, causing Cole’s body to harden, his hands to fist at his sides to keep from grabbing her. Since when did she garner control?
“Is that an order?” Luke asked, bemused.
“Yes.” She sounded fairly confident, and Cole wasn’t about to question her further. He made quick work of removing his shirt, but he didn’t do any more. If she was going for the control position, he was going to make her work for it.
“What are you waiting for?” Sierra asked, appearing confused.
“While we’re getting naked, what are you gonna be doing?” Cole inquired.
“Hmmm, what would you like me to be doing?” she asked sweetly, glancing back and forth between the two of them. Cole watched as she raked her eyes up and down both of them, one after the other.
“Gettin’ naked,” Luke growled.
“You want me naked too?”
So she was going to play the innocent act tonight, was she?
Cole took the decision out of her hands when he moved closer, easing between her spread thighs as she sat on the half wall that surrounded the hot tub and pool. He could see Luke in his peripheral vision, and he realized the man wasn’t going to waste time. He was now totally naked and moving into the hot tub.
Their eyes met as Luke came to stand behind Sierra with the bubbling water up to his thighs, his cock standing tall and proud, making Cole’s mouth water. He wanted to taste him.
“Naked,” Luke demanded, sounding significantly more dominant than Sierra had, and Cole took a step back, toeing off his shoes and then his jeans, leaving him just as naked with his cock jutting up from his body eagerly anticipating one of them. Or both of them. On a normal day, he might just push his luck. Today wasn’t normal. And he was pretty damned certain his cock couldn’t get much harder.
Cole resumed his position between Sierra’s thighs and his breath lodged in his chest when she brushed her soft hands over the swollen head of his dick lightly, as though she were doing it absently. The gleam in her ice blue eyes said otherwise.
From behind, Luke lifted her t-shirt and tossed it on the pool deck alongside the rest of their clothes. Clad in her bra and a pair of leggings, Sierra was sexy as fucking hell, but Cole wanted to see the rest of her.
He didn’t have to work too hard because Luke effortlessly unhooked her bra, pulling the straps down her arms and then tossing it to the side as well, freeing her breasts to the crisp evening air. He wasn’t sure whether it was the breeze or lust that made her dusky pink nipples pucker, nor did he care.
“Pretty,” Cole mumbled as he leaned down and sucked a pebbled tip into his mouth without preamble. If she was going to tease him with her fingers, he was going to offer his own form of payback.
“Cole.” His name came from her lips in a breathless moan, and Cole smiled to himself. He laved one nipple, then moved to the other before Luke was repositioning her so that she was lying back in his arms, her upper half being supported by Luke while her hair was immersed in the water.
She didn’t question them, although Cole knew the position was rather awkward. Her trust in them was humbling. Moving slowly, Cole helped her out of her leggings and her panties before he slipped into the hot tub, lifting her until her entire body was in the tub. Sierra was laying in the water, her body supported by both of them, her eyes closed while her generous breasts hovered just above water level offering a stimulating visual treat.
When Luke leaned forward to take one soft, pebbled nipple into his mouth, Cole did the same and Sierra gasped, her fingers slowly twining in his hair, holding him close to her chest as they both feasted on her. Gentle wasn’t in his current repertoire of skills because he was so fucking hard, he could barely think straight. He sucked and nipped at the puckered tip, making Sierra moan as he slid his hand down between her thighs, his finger caressing the smooth, hairless lips of her pussy. God, he loved that she kept herself bare down there.
Sierra bucked her hips, trying to force his fingers inside of her and Cole smiled against her skin.