I registered Jude’s voice from a distance as I fell deeper into Nolan’s kiss. I hardly noticed when he reached for the tie of my bikini top and pulled.
The skimpy material fell into my lap and Nolan released his hold on my tit to toss it aside. Then he slipped his hand between my thighs, sliding them into the bottoms of my bathing suit.
He stroked through the folds of my pussy, then broke our kiss and nipped at my bottom lip as his fingers found my clit.
“How wet is she?” Jude asked.
“Soaked,” Nolan said against my cheek. “I think she likes what you’re doing over there.”
I’d stopped paying attention to my own actions, had stopped second-guessing myself. I was all instinct now, my gaze glued to Jude’s stroking of his dick, which had somehow gotten even bigger and wider since I’d last looked.
“Spread your legs, sweetheart. Let’s give Jude a peek of your sweet little pussy.”
I did as Nolan commanded. An orgasm had sparked to life at the center of my body, aided by the penetration of Nolan’s fingers into my cunt, the way he occasionally left the heat of my tunnel to circle my clit with fingers slick with my juices.
“Hard to see with those bottoms,” Jude said, his gaze locked between my thighs.
“That’s easy enough to fix,” Nolan said. “What do you say, sweetheart. Do you mind if I take these off and let Jude in on the fun?”
I liked that Nolan asked. It was something he always did when we tried something new: can I turn you over and fuck you from behind, can I put my dick in your mouth, can I come on your tits?
I didn’t know if he’d always been a champion of consent or if it was because of our history, but it made me feel more in control. It was why I’d started to trust him: I knew he wouldn’t do anything I didn’t want him to do.
“Okay,” I said.
He untied the string on one of my hips, then reached over my stomach to untie the other one, all without taking his fingers out of my pussy.
I lifted my ass as he pulled at the bottoms and he tossed them aside.
“That’s better,” he said. “Now spread your legs wider, sweetheart.”
I followed his command and was rewarded with a spark of lust in Jude’s eyes. “Goddamn, boss, that’s the prettiest little pussy I’ve ever seen.”
His words only made me wetter, my (apparent) fondness for dirty talk rearing its head in the fresh heat that rushed between my thighs, through my painfully hard nipples.
Nolan lowered his head to one of my tits and sucked and I gasped, letting my legs fall open as my head fell back against the bench behind me.
“Oh yeah,” Jude said, “I think you’re going to make her come.”
I was only dimly aware that I was moving my hips in time to Nolan’s fingers, arching my back to get my tit deeper into his mouth.
My eyes flew open in surprise when Nolan withdrew his fingers.
“I think you should have a taste before she comes,” Nolan said. “What do you think, sweetheart. Want to share with Jude? Let him taste you?”
“Yes,” I gasped. I was about three seconds away from getting myself off right there in front of them, my desperation to come so great I would have agreed to anything.
Jude rose from the bench. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”
I’d had glimpses of his body before — in the gym, in the house when he walked around shirtless.
But Jude ass-naked was something to behold. His shoulders were broader than Nolan’s, his waist smaller, but he had the same defined muscle I loved tracing with my fingers when Nolan and I were in bed.
He had the same skeletal frog as Nolan tattooed on his right bicep (Nolan had told me it was a bone frog, a symbol of fallen Navy SEALs), a pencil on his left, ink unfurling from it like banner. Like Nolan, Jude’s chest was a beautiful and chaotic amalgam of images: the flag, military boots, drops of blood in what looked like sand.
His abs were hard as marble, a trail of fair hair leading to his dick. I had the urge to take him into my mouth, but that was something I hadn’t done yet, even with Nolan, and I was a little relieved when he knelt between my thighs and pushed them open wider.
“Jesus, boss, you should have told me you were hiding this beautiful pussy.” He ran his fingers through my folds and we all watched as he pushed them inside me. “I definitely need a taste.”