Chapter 10

Kitchen, 3:42 AM

The kitchen air was heavy—thick with heat, sweat, and the scent of arousal. The tiles were warm beneath their knees, their feet. Every body was glistening. Every breath was ragged.

Tommy was on the table now—tiny, flushed, and gasping—his knees pulled up, trembling thighs hooked around Benny’s strong hips. Their rhythm was slow and molten, hips rolling like waves. Benny’s hands were firm on Tommy’s waist, guiding the motion, steady and deep. His brow was furrowed with focus and desire.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Benny groaned, eyes locked on Tommy’s. “So tight, so good ... I’ve got you...”

Tommy could barely answer. His whole body felt electric, soaking, overwhelmed. One hand clutched at Benny’s shoulder, the other fisted in his own damp hair. Sweat ran down his neck, over his flushed chest, gathering in the dip between his ribs.

“Fuck, I’m—hot,” he whimpered.

Mia was perched on the counter nearby, completely nude, her legs crossed, biting a grape from the fruit bowl like it was the most erotic thing in the world. In her free hand, she held a tall, clear spray bottle.

She smiled. Jumped down from the counter and stood closer to Tommy and Benny.

“Don’t worry, sweet boy. I’ve got you.”

Pssst.

A fine mist hit Tommy’s heaving chest.

He gasped, eyes flying wide. “Oh! Oh my god...”

Linda, like a sexy lioness taking care of her pride, walked around her loved ones, lending support and soothing touches wherever it was needed. Leaning over behind Tommy, palms smoothing over his quivering thighs—laughed softly and kissed the side of his knee. “Mia, aim lower. He’s glowing.”

Mia grinned and sprayed again—this time over his belly, then his inner thighs.

Tommy squealed and bucked under Benny’s rhythm, arching so hard his head nearly knocked into Linda’s shoulder. “You guys are—evil!”

Linda kissed his temple, stroking him gently between thrusts. “My grandson is fucking you so good. Yeah. Take his beautiful cock up your sweet little asshole. Beautiful boy.”

Benny increased the intensity of his thrusts. He leaned down, tongue dragging a slow line over the misted droplets running down Tommy’s neck. “Hydration is very important.”

He spat a big wad of saliva into Tommy’s mouth.

Tommy cried out—hips jerking, hands grasping for anything.

“More,” Mia whispered. “You’re our little orchid. You need watering.”

She sprayed again—soft, fluttering kisses of cool mist over Tommy’s flushed nipples, his twitching abs, the backs of Benny’s arms. Everyone was slick. Everyone was soaked.

Linda leaned forward and took the bottle from Mia, swapping places with a smile. “Teamwork,” she said, and sprayed a long, slow stream up Benny’s spine.

Benny groaned—loud, rough, lost in it. “That’s so—fuck, that’s cold—do it again—”

Linda obliged.

Tommy was breathless, writhing, laughing and begging and moaning all at once. “I can’t—oh god I can’t— I’m gonna—I’m gonna die—”

“You’re not dying,” Mia cooed, climbing off the counter and crawling toward them, misting his throat, then his thighs again. “You’re blooming.”

By the time Tommy came, he was shaking—drenched in sweat and mist and love—his whole body curling around Benny as he screamed his release. Benny followed with a roar, hips slamming deep, holding him tight.

Mia kissed his cheek. Linda kissed his knee. Benny cradled him like something precious.