Chapter 6

The air was cooler now.

All four of them lounged naked on the daybed, tangled and glowing, their skin still slick with sex and sweat.

Laughter drifted up into the darkening sky, lazy and soft.

Teo lay between Tina and Linda, utterly spent, his body kissed red in places, glistening in others.

Tina rested her head on his chest, fingers trailing idle circles across his belly.

He was giggling at something Jon had just said, his hair wild against the cushions.

“I still can’t feel my legs,” Teo muttered, dazed.

Tina grinned against his skin. “You got wrecked.”

“You’re welcome,” Jon added, raising his glass without opening his eyes.

They all laughed — slow, drunk on each other.

Tina tilted her face into Teo’s chest, her lips brushing his warm, salty skin.

“You’re amazing,” she whispered.

Teo turned his head toward her, smiling, eyes heavy-lidded.

Without thinking, Tina leaned up and kissed him — slow, deep, a soft hum of pleasure catching between their mouths.

It was slow. Sweet at first—bare lips grazing—then deeper, hungrier. Teo opened to her, moaning softly into her mouth. His hand slid along her hip, holding her there.

As they kissed, Tina’s hand drifted down his body. She found his cock—half-hard, sticky with the remnants of earlier—and wrapped her fingers around it, stroking him lazily. Long, teasing pulls that made him gasp into her mouth.

Linda watched them from across the daybed, her glass dangling forgotten in her fingers. Her eyes darkened, a slow smile spreading across her face.

“God, look at you two...” she murmured, almost to herself.

Tina broke the kiss and pulled back, her lips shiny, her breathing quickened. She glanced down at Teo’s cock—already thickening again in her hand.

With a wicked glint in her eye, she gathered a thick pool of spit in her mouth—then let it fall slowly, a wet string landing right on the head of his cock.

Teo whimpered.

Tina smeared it in, swirling her fingers around the sensitive tip. Teo’s hips bucked weakly, chasing her touch.

She brought her slick fingers to Teo’s lips. “Taste,” she whispered.

Teo’s tongue flicked out eagerly, lapping at her fingers. Tina fed it to him, moaning softly as he sucked her clean.

Linda laughed low and dirty, shifting closer, her legs brushing Jon’s thigh.

Jon was watching them both, his glass abandoned, his cock thickening visibly, heavy against his thigh.

The hunger in the air sharpened—thick and undeniable.

Tina slid off Teo’s side and onto all fours, crawling up above him.

Teo lay flat on his back, heart pounding, eyes wide.

Tina’s knees planted on either side of Teo’s head, her slick, swollen pussy hovering inches above his face—close enough to tempt.

Linda moved between Teo’s legs, her mouth wrapping around his cock with a slow, reverent hunger.

Jon rose behind Tina, hands claiming her hips, lining his cock up without hesitation.