| She scrunched up her nose at the pool. At the fact her hair would be tussled. At the idea of sinking down in the less than temperate waters. Even for him. Even for the man with the sea glass eyes and jaw line full of sexy scruff. “I don’t know,” she said daintily, dipping a perfectly pedicured toe into his pool. “It’s kinda chilly tonight.” Lance rolled his eyes as he threw his shirt off, revealing perfectly tanned skin and nicely toned biceps. Revealing his powerful chest and dark nipples. And he smiled at her. “So stay out here looking all pretty. I’m swimming.” Without losing eye contact, he shed his denim shorts, and kicked off his sandals. Shimmery green eyes danced in the moonlight as his thumbs slid underneath his sports briefs. “I’m going commando. You *sure* you don’t wanna come in?” She was tempted. It had been so long since she’d seen him -- nearly two months. It had been New Orleans then, and sultry, sweaty sex on the water front while Justin watched from the shadows with wild blue eyes. It still did things to her insides -- made them melt together with lust. Lance still did things to her, just by existing. So when he shed the last ounce of his clothing, and jumped into the water, she debated. Tiptoeing closer, she stared at his hard body swimming the length of the pool, his perfect ass glistening under the clear water. She watched as he popped up in the shallow end with water dripping from his nose and hair. He rubbed the chlorine from his eyes and cocked his head at her. “Pleeeease?” She smiled at his desperate nature, at the tiny dimple that nailed her everytime, at the childlike sing song pleading he was venturing into. And her body flooded with desire. “Fine,” she pouted, unbuckling her jeans. “But you best have some body heat left under those goose bumps, Lance Bass, because I’m about to freeze my ass off.” “And what a cute little ass it is,” he grinned, swimming back to her. His eyes grazed over her body as she peeled her jeans down. “Aww, the panties I sent you. You’re wearing them.” She blushed, although in the night shadows he probably couldn’t tell. And her hands reached up to untie the back of her halter as she sighed under his heated stare. He had eyes that could cut with lust, or with love. And while she hadn’t experienced the latter, she hoped someday to. “Let me help you.” She jumped as large hands covered hers, and fiery breath danced along the back of her neck. “Justin?” “In the flesh baby!” He laughed and spun her around into a hug. “Looks like I’m just in time.” He tossed Lance a wink and kissed her cheek. “About to get the money shot eh?” Lance splashed him with pool water. “Don’t be crude!” he chided. “Ease up.” Justin brushed his fingertips along her collarbone and she shuddered under the delicate feeling. “Want help?” he asked, bending to take her earlobe between his teeth. “Umm hmm,” she gasped, throwing her head back. Lance observed with interest as his friend unlaced the halter top, letting it fall to her feet. He watched as Justin’s sturdy hands covered her tiny breasts, toying with each nipple. He watched with a dry mouth as she threw her head back in satisfaction -- and now knew the wicked torture Justin must have felt all those months ago watching him fuck her near the water in New Orleans. “Wanna get in?” Justin asked pointedly, as he ran his tongue up her neck. “The pool? With Lance?” “Umm hmm,” she whimpered, unable to move away from the delicious feeling of Justin’s body. “Go then. I’ll be right in.” Justin’s hands slipped down the front of her panties before his fingers curled under the elastic, pulling them off. Lance’s hand reached out for her and she stepped out of her jeans. “Thank you,” she managed. She felt Lance’s eyes locked on her body, and shivered in the cool night air. The man with the mind-blowing eyes and wet spikes devoured her instantly. She felt his erection against her belly and slid her hands down to touch him. And savor the tiny moan that escaped his lips. “Been missing that,” he whispered, ensnaring her lower lip with his teeth. “Been missing any hand other than my own down there.” The thought of Lance alone in his hotel room with his long fingers wrapped around his cock, tugging and pleasuring himself sent her insides fluttering passionately. She hissed as his fingers traced her body with expertise and her eyes watched Justin. “Coming in?” she rasped as Lance bit her shoulder playfully. She wrapped her long legs around Lance’s waist as Justin watched with a reckless expression. She gasped as Lance tried to find his way inside of her -- as he bit his lip in concentration, making her insides swim. Her eyes closed as she felt the Lance’s cock press against her. Her hand dove under the water to assist him. The sudden splash surprised her, making her eyes fly open. And Justin was behind her in one sporadic moment, pulling her upper body away from Lance’s -- staring down at her with hooded eyes and pinked lips. He supported her in his arms and covered her nipples with his mouth. Lance grunted as water splashed around them. He held her legs by his waist and tried to thrust. It had been too long. And seeing Justin attack her with his mouth was simply too much. His fingers danced along her lower belly, tickling and caressing, trying to push her over before he let himself go. And when he brushed against her sensitive skin, she shuddered instantly, twisting her head into Justin’s chest and biting the flesh on his chest. “Fuck!” Justin winced as he backed up. “Shit. That fucking hurt.” “Sue me!” she whimpered as Lance’s fingers stroked harder. “Fucking. Sue. Me!” Lance threw his head back as he moved faster, fighting the water every inch. His toes cramped and his stomach tensed. He glanced up at Justin, who was letting his tongue once more lap at her skin -- teasing and taunting her as her long brown hair floated about her face. And she made feral sounds -- sounds that pushed Lance over as she came. And his fingers dug into her hips as he let himself loose inside of her. Justin chuckled as he lifted her up, placing her gently in Lance’s arms. She covered Lance with breathless kisses and purring sounds -- and snuggled down in his tired arms as he drew her in close. Her eyes were sleepy as she watched Justin climb from the pool, his strong calves pushing him to his feet. “Lance, he’s horny,” she whispered. “Look!” Lance mumbled something incoherently and let her go. He swam over to the hot tub and lifted his weary body into it. The bubbles caressed him into a light slumber. She grinned at Justin as he collapsed into a lounge chair with a discontented but patient stare. “What?” he asked as his erection bobbed against his skin. “I want that,” she smiled coyly. His eyebrow cocked and he laughed at her, gripping the base of his cock with his hand. “This? You want this?” “Yup. That right there.” She climbed out of the pool and shook the water from her hair. “Can I?” Justin shrugged as he looked down at himself. “I guess. I mean, sure.” He was not expecting anything in return. It was obvious Lance was teetering on crazy for her, and he wasn’t sure how this would go over. But his friend was lulling in the Jacuzzi, and didn’t seem to mind before. So he leaned back as her mouth attacked him -- as expert lips sucked and teased until his hips were jerking uncontrollably, rushes of heat flushing his face. Deep blue eyes gazed down at her, his hands flipped her hair back to watch her face intently. His lip trembled as she looked up at him, as her mouth devoured him in long tastes. And the orgasm came from so deep inside of him, his legs shook and his mind swam. “Wow!” “You sure you’re still a virgin?” she grinned, lapping the tip of him as his body calmed. “Mm hmm,” he gasped, covering his eyes with his forearm. “One hundred percent twenty year old virgin. Sucks for me.” “I don’t know,” she said with a sigh. “It’s gonna be amazing, Justin.” She kissed his nose. “You’re gonna be amazing.” He took a deep breath of Mississippi air and watched her naked body strut over to join Lance in the hot tub. “He had fun,” Lance mumbled as he drew her into him. “I could tell.” “You could?” she asked. “How’s that? You’re eyes were shut.” “We share a common hotel room wall,” he reminded her sleepily. “He’s not quiet when he comes. Ever.” She laughed at that and curled against Lance’s shoulder, wondering if she’d be around long enough to catch the next time. Hoping she wasn’t yesterdays news. BACK |