Page 94 of Knot Just for Show

Mavren and Ronan, recline on the pool steps—each facing one another—their bare chests reflecting the dream-light in tiny droplets of water and the glittering sheen of perspiration. They pass their own blunt—hardly but a roach now, back and forth—eyes hooded with heavy lids, languid smiles on their lips.

Teddy leans easily against the pool wall—his elbows propped on the poured concrete edge of the patio—his eyes liquid black in the low light, tracking my every movement; the golden dance of the firelight flickering on his damp skin.

Ash, like a single white water lily, treads water close to the surface—his lavender blond hair catching all the blue light of night, making him appear as if hewn from starlight.

Once both Lysander and I have come into view, everyone’s sidebar conversations are suddenly snuffed out; all attention on us.

I can feel their eyes on me—my breasts, the glittering at my finger; Lysander, bare chested—barely a step from my elbow.

“Welcome home,” Mavren greets us warmly, pushing off the stone steps and wading into the water. Though the water is deep enough to reach his hip bones, I can tell from the bare downward slope of his defined groin cuts that he isn’t wearing a bathing suit. I doubt any of them are.

“Did you wear that to dinner?” Teddy growls, low and hungry as he looks me up and down—already making his way toward Lysander and I in the water.

“Wouldn’t have had much dinner if she did,” Lysander scoffs, reaching for my hand—drawing himself toward me—holding on for dear life.

I pass the blunt to Teddy as he passes close enough. He turns quickly, passing the blunt to Ash—who draws up short, not expecting the sudden handoff.

“Gotta keep my wits about me tonight, princess.” He grins at me, then winks at Lysander. “Don’t wanna get too excited and end up—“ He clicks his teeth together in an overblown bite, a flicker of heat in his dark eyes. “Y’know?”

Ronan lets out a low, rumbling purr—Mavren joining in on instinct.

Ash takes a quick hit off the blunt before tapping it out on the concrete—abandoning it to paddle toward Lysander, Teddy, and I.

Even though all of them look so unbelievably inviting—I turn to face Lysander, my hands drifting toward him in the water—my fingers brushing against his twitching erection; an imposing column of pulsing heat, even in the cool water.

“I know that it’s technically our first time all together, but I want you to set the pace tonight—ok?” I begin to stroke him gently—Lysander moving forward, pressing his hardness into my tender grip.

“Uhn, yeah,” he grunts against my firm strokes.

“What would you like to do first—sweet Lysander?” I purr in his ear as I draw close—my nipples grazing the hard planes of his chest.

Teddy has moved close enough that I can feel the heat from his body stretching toward mine in reaching tendrils—the sharp, fresh scent of satsuma, cut grass, and clean orange blossom wafting into my nose on a steady undercurrent of sweet, smoky clove.

Lysander must sense him too, because his cock jumps slightly against the softness of my palm—his eyes darting over my shoulder, half lidded—heavy with pleasure.

His lips tremble as if he’s about to say something—but he can’t quite find the courage to put it to words.

“I can keep going just like this for now.” I lay a gentle kiss across his parted lips, stroking him slow and steady. “Or maybe we can get you a seat on those stairs.” I nod to the stone steps, taking hold of his right index finger with my free hand. “And I can give you a little extra attention.” I guide his finger between my lips and suck gently.

Lysander’s eyes flutter shut—his face contorting slightly before his eyes roll back; his lids lifting once more, as his eyes come back to meet mine, a groan escaping his parted lips as I pull his finger slowly from my mouth.

I wait patiently as Lysander swallows down the dryness in his throat—my hand working his cock all the while.

“I—want to…taste you,” he stammers, his brown eyes flitting over my shoulder to Teddy. “But it’s more important that I please you—that I make you cum,” he explains haltingly—turning to face Teddy more directly, though he’s still careful not to disturb my hand’s careful motions. “I’ve—never done this before, and I know you said…” Lysander suddenly speaking directly to Teddy instead of me, makes his desperate plea.

“Say no more, Sandy,” Teddy rumbles, his hands reaching for me in the cool water. “Between the four of us professors of the art—I’ll guarantee your success with confidence.” He extends a hand to each of us.

I look to Lysander, my eyes searching his—a wordless reminder that he chooses the steps in this dance.

Lysander reaches for Teddy’s hand, and I release his turgid cock—reaching for Teddy’s hand in kind.

“Hey Mav, can you lend us a little support?” Teddy maneuvers us toward the steps, Mavren moves in—sliding easily into a seated position on the second stone step—the water level rising to the bottom of his ribcage as he settles in the rippling shallows.

Teddy lets go of Lysander’s hand—guiding me toward Mavren.

Ash and Ronan draw closer—filling in on either side of Mavren on the wide set of stone steps, like a school of mermen perched upon rocks in the bay.

Slowly, Teddy turns me away from the stairs—his hands on my shoulders as he guides me—cradling my neck as he dips me backward, floating me back onto Mavren’s lap—his hard cock bobbing against my upper back under the water.

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