The house sat on a spit of private coast, a wall of glass facing the sea, and Jules had her sandals kicked off before the key finished turning in the lock. She peeled her shirt over her head and stood in the kitchen in nothing but her jeans, short dark hair still salt-stiff from the drive. “Rule number one,” she announced, loud enough for all eight of them, “nobody belongs to anyone.” Unhooking her bra, she let her tits swing free, nipples tightening in the sea air. “Rule number two — clothes are optional.” She laughed and dropped the bra on the counter. “Rule number three — what happens at the beach house never gets discussed at brunch.”

Marcus caught her around the waist from behind, like his hands knew the way there better than he did. “Rule number four,” he murmured into her ear, “I’m not your boyfriend this weekend, but I’m still the first one who gets to taste you.”

“Prove it.”

He spun her around and kissed her hard, one hand fisting in her hair, the other dragging her jeans and panties down her thighs in a single rough pull. She stepped out of them and pressed against him, already slick, felt him hard through his shorts.

“Jesus,” Rosa said from the doorway, half-laughing. Her arms were crossed over her chest. “We haven’t even got the bags in.”

“Then get them in,” Jules said without breaking the kiss. “Then get your clothes off.”

Rosa stood there a beat longer than she needed to, watching her best friend grind against her ex on the kitchen counter. Then she hoisted two bags and carried them inside. By the time she came down the stairs she was naked too, her full tits swaying as she walked, her dark bush still damp from the heat of the car. She set the last bag down and planted her hands on her hips, braver than she felt. “Okay,” she said. “Now what.”

Theo slid past her to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of wine, not bothering to find a glass. He drank straight from the neck, then passed it to Dana. “Now we get to the hot tub,” he said, “and we work out what this weekend is actually for.”

Dana took a long pull. She was tall, quiet, all cool angles, and she watched the two of them on the counter with an appraising gaze that said she’d already catalogued everything. “The bags,” she said. “Nobody else is getting them.”

“They can rot in the car,” Jules said.

“Fine. Then Rosa’s in, I’m in, and the rest of you can haul your own underwear.” Dana’s mouth twitched. It was the closest she got to a laugh.

Priya and Sam came in last, the married pair. Priya was small and athletic, nothing but a towel she dropped in the doorway. “We called the hot tub,” she said. “Sam’s been hard since the turn-off.”

“For good reason,” Sam said, and pulled her against him, kissing her deep, one hand sliding down to cup her ass.

Andre came in behind them without a word, muscled, tattooed, shirt already off. He crossed to the glass wall and stood looking out at the sea. Nobody meant to follow him with their eyes, but everyone did anyway. He said nothing, which was his way of filling a room.

“He’ll show us the kitchen when he’s ready,” Theo said. “Give him a minute to commune with the ocean.”

The hot tub was already hot, steam rolling off the surface into the cooling evening. They climbed in one by one, naked and slick, the water moving warm against them. Jules settled between Marcus’s thighs, her back against his chest. Rosa slid in across from them next to Theo. Dana sat close to Rosa, her hand finding Rosa’s thigh under the water. Priya straddled Sam facing him, already hard, and sank onto him with a soft gasp that silenced the whole tub for a second.

Andre lowered himself in last, the water lapping at the ink on his chest. There was a beat where everyone just looked at everyone — steam, heat, salt, and the low moan Priya couldn’t quite swallow as she rode her husband slow under the surface.

“Jesus,” Theo said, watching her. “You two are going to be the death of this whole weekend.”

“Get in,” Priya said, breathless, looking over her shoulder at him. “There’s a spot.”

He didn’t need telling twice. He climbed over, and Priya reached back and took his cock in her hand. Sam’s hands tightened on her hips. Theo groaned as she guided him in beside her, and then there were two cocks inside her, one from behind, one in front. She dropped her head back and let out a sound that was pure animal joy.

Jules watched her for a long moment. Marcus’s hands came around her, one on each breast, squeezing, and he bit her shoulder. “You want in on that?” he murmured.

“I want everything,” she said. Marcus’s hands tightened on her breasts. “Three days,” he reminded her, low. “You really going to manage all of it in one night?” She laughed, bright and certain. “Watch me.”

Rosa was watching Priya take them both, her mouth slightly open, her hand straying down between her own thighs under the water. Dana saw it. Dana always saw it. “You want to be passed around, don’t you, baby?” she said, low.

Rosa’s breath caught. “Yes,” she whispered. “God, yes.”

Theo pulled out of Priya and stood up, water sluicing off him, his cock thick and hard and slick. He reached across the tub and took Rosa’s hand. “Come here,” he said. “Let’s show you what we do with eager little things like you.”

Rosa looked at Dana. Dana nodded once, calm as a held breath, and Rosa let Theo pull her up out of the water onto the edge of the tub, onto her hands and knees, her round ass up. She looked back at him with wide eyes as he settled behind her.

“This okay?” he said.

“Yes,” she breathed. “Please.”

He spread her with his thumbs and entered her in one long stroke. She cried out and clutched the tub’s edge, her tits hanging and swinging as he worked into her. Dana slid out of the water and knelt before her, pushing her thighs apart, and put her mouth between Rosa’s legs. Rosa arched all the way through as she came undone between her girlfriend’s tongue and Theo’s cock, moaning, sobbing, grinding back against him.

Marcus pulled Jules up and bent her over the side of the tub. She took him from behind with a sharp gasp, her tits pressed against the warm wet tile. Andre watched for a moment, then climbed out and walked around behind her. Jules felt his hands on her hips, felt him line up behind Marcus, and her eyes went wide.

“Yes,” she said. “Both of you. Oh god, yes.”

Andre pushed into her alongside Marcus. She screamed and gripped the edge, and they took her together, back to back, filling her until she could barely breathe. She came within seconds, hard, her legs gone to water.

Sam was still buried in Priya in the tub. Theo had Rosa. Dana had her face between Rosa’s legs. Steam and salt and the sounds of eight people coming apart filled the evening. Sam pulled Priya up off him and turned her around, bent her over the rim of the tub, took her from behind. Theo pulled away from Rosa and waded across to them, coming up against Priya’s other side. She laughed, gasping, “Jesus, you’re both going to split me in half,” and reached back and grabbed them both, one cock in each hand, guiding them in together. She took them both at once with a cry that rang off the glass.