Chapter 2

The air had cooled just slightly, enough to feel the breeze on damp skin. The four of them stepped out of the café barefoot, shoes forgotten, bottles finished, hearts hammering under the surface.

Linda walked beside Tina, their shoulders brushing, the occasional flick of a hand against bare thighs pretending to be casual. Tina’s bikini was still holding, but barely. Her hips swayed with the kind of confidence you didn’t learn—you were born with it. And Linda watched her the way a wolf watches something worth chasing.

Behind them, Jon walked with Teo. Closer now. Jon’s fingers grazed the small of Teo’s back once. Teo didn’t flinch—he leaned into it. His long hair caught the orange light of the sunset like a halo, and Jon was already imagining what it would look like sprawled across his thighs.

“Nice view,” Jon said, low.

Teo glanced sideways. “Yours or mine?”

Jon laughed under his breath. “Both.”

Up ahead, Linda said something that made Tina laugh—head thrown back, her hand brushing Linda’s wrist. She didn’t pull away when Linda’s fingers slid across her lower back, lingered just a little too long above the curve of her ass.

The villa wasn’t far. Just up a private path lined with swaying palms and fading lanterns. The sound of the ocean faded behind them, replaced by their footsteps, the occasional breathless laugh, the friction of tension sharpening into something hungrier.

As they stepped through the wooden gate into the garden, Jon closed it behind them with a quiet click.

Tina’s eyes took it all in—pool lit from within, loungers scattered, tall hedges on every side. But her gaze landed on the daybed near the back, half shaded, half glowing gold in the last light of the sunset. Cushioned, wide, draped in sheer white fabric that billowed with the breeze.

“Wow...” she breathed.

“Yeah,” Linda said, stepping up behind her. “That’s our favorite spot.”

“Looks like a fucking altar,” Teo said softly.

Jon smiled. “It is.”

They all stood there for a moment, the silence loaded, the kind that hums in your skin.

Then Linda turned to them, casual, smooth. “Make yourselves comfortable. Towels, drinks, whatever you need. Or nothing at all.”

Tina’s eyes sparkled. “Nothing sounds tempting.”

Jon stepped past Teo, toward the villa’s bar. “I’ll pour another round. Want anything?”

“Surprise us,” Tina said.

As Jon moved away, Teo let his eyes follow him. Linda watched him watching.

And Tina reached down slowly to untie the knot of her sarong.

The pool lights shimmered gently, casting soft blue ripples across the garden, mixing with the molten gold of the dying sunset. The daybed looked almost unreal—lit from two worlds at once.

Linda stepped up first, sliding the last tie of her sarong loose and letting it fall from her hips. She didn’t make a show of it, but all eyes went to her—her toned stomach, the long, graceful lines of her legs, the heavy curve of her breasts straining against her bikini top.

Tina let out a soft, low sound—almost a whimper.

“Fuck,” she breathed, the word barely more than a pulse of air.

Linda turned her head, smiling like she already knew how this would end. “Your turn.”

Tina didn’t hesitate. She reached behind her neck, tugging the strings of her top loose, and peeled it away with a slow, deliberate flick of her wrists. Her breasts spilled free—plump, high, and taut enough to bounce with every tiny movement. Her nipples were already hard and rubbery, dark pink against her sun-kissed skin.

She had no tanlines at all. Her body was seamless, pure gold from neck to ankle, the kind of naked color that only came from hours spent tanning bare under an open sky. Tiny beads of sweat clung to her breasts, her stomach, her thighs—shimmering in the heat, catching the last kiss of the sun until she looked almost molten.

The scent of her rose up with the warmth: sweet and salty and wild, like sun-drenched skin and the first crack of a ripe fruit. It made Jon’s mouth go dry and Linda’s pulse hammer in her ears.

Then, slow as a dream, Tina hooked her thumbs into her bikini bottoms and slid them down. They peeled away from her hips, her thighs, baring her soft, perfect mound. She was trimmed into a delicate landing strip—dark, fine, and precise—and the skin between her thighs glistened faintly in the fading light.

Jon stood off to the side, shirtless, his swim trunks already hanging dangerously low. His cock was half-hard and growing.

Teo’s breath caught. For a second, he froze, glancing toward Tina like he needed silent permission. When she gave the slightest nod, he moved—lifting the hem of his tank top and peeling it over his head in one smooth motion.

The sunset lit him up, painting his golden skin with the last fiery glow of the day. His body was lean, almost delicate, with soft muscles rippling under the surface. His chest rose and fell with shallow, uncertain breaths, and the cool stone floor under his bare feet seemed to anchor him.

He reached for the waistband of his shorts—and paused, fingers hesitating.

Jon caught it instantly. “Want help?”

Teo nodded once, quick and shy.

Jon stepped behind him, close enough for Teo to feel the brush of his breath against his bare shoulders. He slid his hands down Teo’s hips, slow and sure, catching the fabric of the shorts and peeling them down in one long, deliberate sweep.

The soft air kissed Teo’s freshly exposed skin, and he shivered—just barely—but it was enough to make Jon’s breath hitch.

Teo stepped free of the shorts, obedient and silent, standing fully naked in the soft glow of the villa lights. His cock hung between his thighs, half-hard and heavy, the shaft darkening with each unsteady breath. His pubic hair was trimmed into a soft, neat patch above a pair of smooth, freshly shaved balls. Tiny beads of sweat clung to his lower back, his thighs, his inner arms, glinting gold under the heavy night.

Jon’s hands lingered a moment longer, skimming lightly over Teo’s hipbones and the curve of his upper thighs, barely a whisper of contact—but it made Teo’s whole body tense, as if he was fighting the urge to lean back into the touch.

His cheeks were flushed a deep, helpless pink, but he didn’t move to cover himself. He just stood there, trembling slightly, breathing shallowly, offered.

Linda swallowed hard, her eyes trailing slowly over Teo’s bare, glistening body. There was something almost sacred about the way he stood—vulnerable, obedient, waiting—and the sight of him made her stomach tighten and her mouth go dry. The air between them felt thick, weighted with heat and permission.

Her pulse thrumming, Linda turned to Tina, unable to hold it back any longer.

“Can I kiss you?”

Tina’s answer was her mouth. She leaned in and kissed Linda hard—open, wet, their tongues sliding immediately. Tina moaned into it, hips twitching.

Jon stepped closer to Teo, one hand sliding up his chest, then resting gently on the side of his neck. “Okay?”

Teo nodded.

Jon kissed him—soft at first, then deeper, his thumb brushing Teo’s jaw. Teo melted into it. When they pulled apart, Teo was breathless.

Linda walked to Jon, kissed him too—filthy, hungry, tasting Teo on his lips.

Then Linda turned back to the twins, eyes gleaming with heat.

“You want to taste him?” she asked, her voice low, almost smoky.

Tina bit her lip, a tiny whimper escaping before she could catch it.

Linda stepped behind Jon, sliding her arms around his waist, and tugged his shorts down. His cock sprang free—thick, flushed dark with need, a fat bead of precum welling at the tip and gleaming under the villa lights. The cooler night air made it twitch in her hand as she curled her fingers loosely around the base, steadying it.

She held him out toward them like a gift.

“Come here,” she said. “Take your time. Feel him.”

Tina and Teo dropped to their knees in front of him, side by side, the stone cool beneath their bare shins. They hesitated only for a heartbeat, glancing at each other—Tina’s eyes wicked and dark, Teo’s wide and trembling—then leaned forward together, drawn by pure gravity.

Tina moved first.

Her hair slid forward in a dark, silken sheet as she leaned in, her breath hot against Jon’s cock. She brushed her lips against the thick, leaking crown—just a soft, lingering kiss that made Jon’s whole body jolt. She stayed there for a beat, lips plush and wet, feeling the heat and weight of him, before flicking her tongue into the slit to gather the first salty drop of precum.

Linda’s hand stroked her hair slowly, whispering praise.

When Tina finally pulled back, Teo followed, moving with shy, almost desperate care. He leaned in, breath shaky, and licked a slow, trembling stripe across the tip of Jon’s cock—just enough to taste him. His tongue lingered for half a second before he pulled back, eyes wide, lips parted, panting.