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fucking two bad bitches at the same damn time...
The steam of the spa is thick and nearly suffocating as you lower yourself into the pool. It's been a long day of work on the farm, and your muscles ache, only soothed as you dip under the warm water of the pool and sigh in relief. The ends of your hair float on top of the water as you lazily push over to the ledge, settling on it and sinking down to submerge your shoulders. The hard stone of the floor is cold against your neck as you lean your head back, closing your eyes to finally relax.
This proves impossible as the faint creaking of hinges from the front door echoes through the rafters. You huff immediately; you were really hoping to have the building to yourself for the night. That hope is promptly dashed as the muffled voices come through the walls—terribly thin, you think—but you can't quite place who it is until the pool door opens a few minutes later and Sam and Sebastian both step in.
Immediately you lift your head, pushing up to slump a little less as they stride in. They're both shirtless, because of course they are, Sam's hair messy with leftover gel and the summer heat, Seb's pulled back into that half-ponytail you can’t help staring at.
They see you at the same time, and Sam's face lights up in a grin. "Yo, Farmer."
"Hey," you answer, tugging at the strap of your swimsuit for something to do as you offer them a small smile. Sebastian lifts his chin in greeting, always more subdued than Sam's bubbly appearance. Your eyes drift down to his bare chest, a sight you almost never get to see, appreciating the broadness of his shoulders and the small patch of ginger hair disappearing into his blue swim trunks. His voice is a lower tenor than Sam's, skittering up your spine as he assesses you. "Hey. Taking a day off?"
You nod as Sam jumps in, the waves migrating over to lap at your collarbone as he ducks underwater. "I worked all day, so I'm really sore. I thought this would help."
Sebastian hums as he steps in, the water coming up to his waist as Sam surfaces with a gasp of air. He shakes his head like a dog, water splattering all over you as you squeak in protest. "Sam!"
"Ah, what? You're already wet," he drawls, the playful lilt of his voice obvious. He's still grinning lopsidedly at you, swimming over to float in front of you. The close proximity makes you nervous as you shift again, eyeing Sebastian out of the corner of your eye, who's leaning back against the pool wall across from you now. His long arms stretch out on either side of him, shoulder blades pressed into the stone as he studies you in silence. The smirk on his lips is subtle, but there, dark eyes heavy even when you look back at Sam with a scowl.
"Well, I don't need to be splashed."
Sam chuckles, sliding up beside you and lifting one arm to rest on the edge of the pool. He's close enough that his chest brushes your arm, the blue in his eyes stark as one eyebrow quirks up. "You're cranky."
"I'm not cranky," you snap crankily as you try to shift a little away on the ledge. You're not subtle, as much as you try to be.
Sam's grin only widens, a hint of something under it that flickers briefly before it disappears. "Do I smell bad?"
"Probably," Sebastian quips from his spot. He's still studying you, and you watch his tongue work on the inside of his cheek. "Give her some space, idiot."
Truthfully, you like Sam's clingy-ness. It's something you've noticed since moving here; he's always touching one of his friends, or wanting to be around them. Usually you don't care, but something in the air feels thicker than normal, and it's making your heart jump.
Even so, you offer Sam a grin and sink yourself lower into the water again. "You smell fine. You're right: I am cranky. I'm just tense from working all day, so I'm trying to relax. Did you guys come here for that, too?"
"Just to fuck around," Sam admits, settling on the ledge next to you. Blond locks lie shaggily over his eyes as he grins.
Sebastian huffs softly out of his nose, eyes never leaving you. It's starting to feel unnerving the way his stare bores into you, almost like he's considering something. "Sam's life motto."
Sam flips him off and you smirk, raising one hand to rub at your shoulder with a wince. Sam notices, his eyebrows knitting together slightly. "That bad?"
"Not great," you mumble, eyeing him as he turns towards you. He pushes to stand, rising to loom over you like a god. Yoba, when did he get so ripped? You'd noticed it before, but close up it's even worse, rivulets of water running down his pecs and over the faint outline of his abs. You swallow hard as you gaze up at him.
He's gazing right back, a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he tilts his head to the side. "Turn. I'll rub it for you."
The offer makes your cheeks heat, more of your hair soaking now as you tilt your head back farther to meet his stare. "You don't have to do that."
"No worries."
For some reason, you glance over to Sebastian, almost like you need his approval. He hasn't moved from his lazy position; his head is tilted back slightly as he watches, heavy and calculating. He shrugs, but you can detect a flash of something hungry behind his pupils.
The way he's looking at you is making you squirm, but you turn around, your back to both men. You pull your hair over your shoulder to allow him access. "Thanks."
"Don't mention it," Sam dismisses. The moment his large hands make contact with your shoulders, you feel it like an electric shock, traveling down your body and through every nerve. Sam's fingers are calloused from years of playing his guitar, but they're soft as he kneads your flesh.
A small groan rumbles in your throat involuntarily, as your chin drops down. "Fuck."
Someone chuckles behind you, and you're not sure if it's Sam or Sebastian. Frankly, you don't care; this feels amazing after your long day. You relax slightly, leaning back against the plane of his stomach as you sigh.
Sam doesn't seem to mind. He chuckles softly, the vibration rumbling against your back. "Good?"
"Mhm," you mutter.
"I can tell with those noises you're making."
His voice is lower than usual, and your eyes slowly open as you suppress a shiver. His hands don't falter on your skin, but you feel his breath ghost over your hair when he talks. Can he feel how hard your heart is hammering? "Sorry."
"Don't be."
That's Sebastian's voice. You lift your head and turn to look over your shoulder, noticing he's moved, standing up in the water and crossing his surprisingly muscled arms over his chest. A piece of onyx hair falls over an eye as he catches your expression, his pierced eyebrow twitching just slightly as you make eye contact. It’s hard to swallow.
You quickly turn your head back forward, clearing your throat as you squirm slightly on the ledge. Sam chuckles again behind you. His pace hasn't faltered once, and his touch stays mostly on the tops of your shoulders, although on the next knead, his thumbs creep a little farther down your upper back.
Even with the shift in touch, his voice is casual, almost playful. "Wonder what other noises I can get out of you."
A nervous laugh bubbles out of your throat at that, flushing even more as you clear your throat. "Shut—shut up."
"Yeah, Sam," Sebastian says, and you realize he's made his way over to the two of you now to stand in front of you. He leans one elbow on the edge of the pool, a smirk tugging his lips. His presence is like a wall against your front, and when Sam shifts behind you, you're reminded how much you're truly caged in between them. Any semblance of personal space you may have had left is snuffed out by Sebastian towering in front of you.
You swallow hard as you stare up at him through your eyelashes. The water sloshes quietly as he brings his other hand out of the water, lifting it to your face to hold your chin between his pointer and his thumb. Your breath catches audibly as he tilts your head towards him. Sam's massage has changed,, his hand rubbing softly over the back of your neck, then around to the front of your shoulder. Can he feel the pounding of your heartbeat? His fingers dance softly across the juncture of your neck and collarbone, wrapping, but not gripping, around the front of your throat.
Your eyes sting from widening so hard, chin still held captive by Sebastian's fingers. Slowly he rubs his thumb over your bottom lip, your mouth slightly agape, and tears his eyes away only to look at Sam over your shoulder. "I think she needs to relax a little more. Don't you, Sammy?"
Sam hums in response, and you feel his breath ghost over your ear before he nibbles softly on the top. You gasp despite yourself, though the sound is quickly muffled by Sebastian's thumb pushing into your mouth. Immediately your lips wrap around it, and you see the satisfaction in Seb's face as he lets out an amused huff. "She's so eager, too."
"I knew she would be," Sam murmurs, his voice in your ear sending shivers down your spine. The hand around your throat tightens just slightly; you feel his other hand running down the expanse of your back and over your hip. His body heat radiates through you as he presses against your skin. "Wanna be our eager girl, baby?"
Holy fuck. All you can do is nod, as Sebastian's thumb is still knuckle-deep in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue as you whimper softly around it. Sebastian's eyes flash as he pulls it out of your mouth, immediately leaning down and replacing it with his lips. They're insistent as they press against yours, his tongue prodding at your lips right away, demanding to be let in. Of course you obey, letting your jaw drop slightly, and his tongue snakes in to play with your own. He tastes like smoke and mint as he moves his lips, slowly and deliberately. It presses your head back into Sam's chest, and his hand tugs your swimsuit strap down as Sebastian kisses you like he's got all of the time in the world. Sam pulls your suit down easily, and you hear it land in a wet pile somewhere to your right.
Sam wastes no time cupping your breasts in his hands from behind, humming softly in approval as he pinches your nipples between his fingers. You squeak into Sebastian's mouth, your back arching involuntarily. The hardness under your ass makes heat pool in your lower stomach as Sam chuckles into your ear. "See? I knew you could make more noises."
Sebastian finally pulls away from you with a wet sound, a string of saliva stretching between your mouths for a moment before it breaks. His pupils are blown out as he smirks at you, gripping your face in his hands and squishing your cheeks together. "Pretty noises, too."
You can't focus, because Sam rolls your nipples mercilessly between his fingers, his lips trailing hot and wet down the side of your neck. The scrape of his teeth leaves you whimpering again before he lifts his head, and Sebastian leans over your shoulder to kiss Sam this time. Sebastian's chest presses against yours as you watch them in a daze, their kiss only making you squirm harder.
Sam chuckles against Sebastian's mouth, pulling away to move to yours. He's a rougher kisser than Sebastian, less controlled as your teeth clack together. His tongue is rough and immediate, swiping into your mouth with abandon before he mumbles against you. "You're grinding back against me, baby. You need something?"
"I—uh," you stumble, your brain unable to form real words as you squeeze your thighs together, desperate for any kind of friction.
Sam notices this, his grin widening evilly as he kisses the tip of your nose, surprisingly sweet. "Just relax. I've got you. Seb, take care of her up there, huh?"
With that, his hand slips down the front of your body, meeting the apex of your thighs that spread of their own accord for him. The roughness of his fingertips brushes your aching clit, and you let out a soft groan, your eyes unfocused on Sebastian as he ducks down to lift your nipple to his mouth. You whimper as his lips wrap around it, his hot tongue flicking lightly against it at the same time Sam begins small circles on your puffy bud. Your hips twitch with the sudden stimulation, and Sebastian uses a hand to grip your free hip under the water. Now they're both grasping you, effectively holding you in place as Sam continues his slow and steady ministrations.
"Feels like you've been ready for a while," Sam croons, his teeth scraping your shoulder. Sebastian pops your nipple out of his mouth to attend to the other. "How long have you been thinking about this, hm?"
"Is—fuck"—a thick finger slips into your hole, and your cunt immediately clenches around it, the intrusion blissful as your eyes flutter—"is it obvious?" Because how could you have not thought about them like this before?
"Judging on how well you're sucking me in, I'd say it is." Sam chuckles quietly when he says it, another finger scissoring you open as the heel of his hand presses against your clit. Your head drops back against his shoulder, whimpering when Sebastian bites your nipple softly, soothing it with soft kitten licks. Your hips are now moving of their own accord, grinding slowly against Sam's hand. When his fingers curl to press against your soft spot, you let out another cry.
His chest rumbles with approval as he increases his speed just slightly. "That's it. Good girl. Isn't she, Seb?"
"She is," Sebastian murmurs, lifting his head to look at you again. His hands never stop at your tits, though, rubbing his thumbs over your hardened nipples. He captures your lips again, tongue licking through your mouth, dragging it out slow and deliberate as he mumbles against you. "So obedient. You thought about us fucking you in the spa, hm?"
Your mind feels fuzzy as Sam works at your aching cunt, tension beginning to coil low in you as your breathing becomes heavier. You vaguely feel Sam's lips press against the side of your neck, your hips moving desperately.
Sebastian's unamused with your lack of an answer, and he grips your face in his hand, giving you a small shake. He's still nearly on top of you, nose brushing yours as his eyes bore into you. "C'mon. Focus. Give me an answer."
"N-not exactly," you choke out, which is true—you've thought of them in other places before, maybe in your room after a long night of drinking at the saloon, or even on the pool table in the dead of night, but never in the spa. Sam curls his fingers again and your body jerks. "Fuck, Sam—"
Sebastian snickers, looking between you and Sam over your shoulder. His grip on your hip tightens impossibly more as he helps you move. The combined sensation has you groaning, gasping for breath as your orgasm begins to build.
"She's gonna come," Sam groans from behind you, licking the shell of your ear. "Aren't you, sweet girl? Tell us you're gonna come for us."
That sends you over the edge. "Fuck, yes, I'm gonna c—"
You're cut off by the white hot pleasure shooting through you, and your head falls back on Sam's shoulder as you come on his fingers, hips jerking with the stimulation. They both hold you through it, and you think you're going to have bruises from their fingertips tomorrow. That only sparks your desire more as you writhe through it, whimpers and cries escaping your lips. Sebastian's hand moves to cover your mouth, firmly planted as you finish cumming and slump back into Sam with a soft sigh.
Your eyes are still blurry, but you manage to focus on Sebastian as he gently takes his hand away from your mouth with a small smirk. "Walls are thin here, babe. Gotta make sure you're quiet. Sammy, how about you put your cock in that pretty mouth? It's my turn to feel how responsive our girl is."
Even though your body is buzzing with the aftershocks of your climax, the need only tightens again in your stomach at the thought of Sebastian's turn with you.
Sam presses a kiss to your cheek before he slides out from behind you. You let Sebastian adjust you to kneel on the ledge, your back to his chest as Sam pushes himself up to sit on the edge of the pool. As you watch, he lifts his fingers that were buried inside of you to his mouth, keeping eye contact as his cheeks hollow around them. His eyes flutter slightly as they pop out. "You taste so good."
You can't possibly blush harder than you have already, and you're still dizzy with your orgasm as you settle between Sam's legs. His thighs bracket your shoulders as he spreads them open, a thumb hooking under the waistband of his swim trunks and tugging. His cock springs out, slapping against the toned plane of his stomach. Your eyes widen slightly at the girth of it, the flushed pink tip already leaking pre as he wraps his hand around it, his eyes dark as he watches you.
"Like what you see?"
Your throat is dry. You nod as Sebastian uses his knee to nudge your thighs farther apart. His pale hand snakes around to your throat, holding it firmly and eliciting a small gasp from you. "Use your words."
"Y-yes," you whimper, and Sam licks his lips slowly as he pumps a few times. From behind you, Sebastian gently but firmly presses on the small of your back, pushing you forward. Your hands wrap around the edge of the pool, between Sam's legs, and you watch his hand move slowly up and down, stroking himself mere inches from your face. Sebastian's hand slides down your spine, trusting you to stay where he put you, and kneads the flesh of your ass as he hums. "Sammy, is this pretty cunt as tight as we thought it would be?"
Your heart jumps. They've talked about it?
Sam laughs softly, with an edge of disbelief. His free hand comes up to tangle in your hair, guiding his cock towards your lips with his other hand. "Better. Can't wait to see if her mouth is the same." He ducks his head down to meet your gaze, an evil grin stretched over his lips. "But I'm sure you won't disappoint, will you?"
You shake your head. "N-no."
"Good." Sam straightens up again, tapping the flushed tip of himself against your mouth. The pre smears on your lips as you open them to welcome him in, and he chuckles low as he pushes the head inside slowly. "Yeah, that's it."
Behind you, you can feel Sebastian shift, and something hard brushes against your ass. When the velvety skin of his cock rubs over your folds, you whimper around Sam's cock, already losing focus before Sebastian is even in you. Sam guides you gently but firmly, pushing you down another inch. "That's it," he repeats quietly, and you gaze up at him through your eyelashes. His own eyes are heavy, lips parted as he watches you. "Up and down, baby. Show me what you can do."
Sebastian wastes no more time, and you feel the blunt head of his cock press at your entrance before slipping in easily. You groan helplessly around Sam's length as Sebastian's pushes into you, the stretch delicious, a hint of pain mixing with it when he bottoms out. Now you're filled with both of them, Sam giving you slow, shallow thrusts while Sebastian lets you adjust. His fingers trace soothingly up and down your spine as he groans softly himself. "Fuck, you're right. She's tight for us."
"Mmhmm." Sam's gaze is locked onto you as you start to slowly bob your head, putting all of your concentration into it as Sebastian pulls almost all of the way out just to slam back in. A squeal rips from your throat as you grip the edge of the pool hard at the onslaught. You swear there are some stars behind your eyes when he does it again, the water sloshing angrily around you both. Sebastian reaches a relentless pace in a second, not fast, but hard and steady. Each time he bottoms out, you swear he's hitting your cervix, and it makes your eyes roll back. Your drool drips down Sam's cock, landing on his balls and smearing on the sides of your mouth as he moves you. His large hand is still threaded into your hair, keeping you helpless and right where he wants you as he thrusts into you.
"Fuck," Sam grunts from above, his toned chest heaving. His eyes only move from you to stare at Sebastian behind you, drinking in the sight hungrily, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth. "God, Seb, you look so hot fucking her like that."
"Swirl your tongue," Sebastian rumbles. His hand creeps up to press on the back of your neck, wholly adding to the pressure Sam is putting on from his grip on your hair. "He likes when you do that."
You do your best, and seem to hit your target, as Sam moans wantonly, his head dropping back. "Fuck."
Sebastian smirks behind you. "Told you."
You make a whimpering sound around Sam's cock, all you're able to answer with him in your mouth. Sebastian shifts his hips, changing his angle, and you squeal when he hits that soft spot inside of you with the tip of his cock. That only seems to spur him on as he quickens his pace just enough, groaning softly under his breath. "Right there, babe? You squeezed me real nice. What a good little slut for us."
The praise and the degradation only makes you whimper again, and Sam begins thrusting deeper, his breaths becoming more uneven. You gag on the next thrust, your eyes watering as he gasps above you, the grip on your hair stinging. "Fuck, keep going. I'm gonna come down that pretty throat, watching my boyfriend fuck you like that. His dick feels good, huh?"
A choked mm-hmm is all you can muster, and you're sure Sam doesn't hear it anyway, not with how lost he seems to be. His thrusts become desperate, hitting the back of your throat mercilessly. "Fuck—yes, baby, gonna paint your pretty face with my cum. You want that? Hm? Fuck—"
Sam yanks your head off of him with a pop, just in time to furiously pump himself to his orgasm. Thick white ropes shoot at your face, landing on your flushed skin as his hips buck into his hand. Some of the cum leaks down his tanned fingers, wet sounds echoing in the space and mixing with his heavy breaths. You gasp in your own air, small moans still escaping, as Sebastian hasn't slowed at all. In fact, his fingers are gripping your hips hard, pulling you back into his pelvis to meet each one, bullying into your pussy relentlessly as he huffs. "Good boy, Sammy. Now you can watch me fill up this pretty cunt. You want that?"
It's Sebastian's turn to grab your hair, and he yanks hard, pulling your back flush against his chest as he continues to meanly push into you. His breath ghosts over your neck as he growls in your ear. "You want me to fill you, baby? Hm?"
"Yes," you choke, the new angle making you tremble with pleasure as your mouth hangs open. "F-fuck, I'm g-I'm gonna come again, Seb—"
"Touch yourself," Sebastian hisses into your ear, the slapping of his pelvis against your ass bouncing off of the walls. You shove your hand down to rub desperately at your aching clit, the extra pressure wrenching a gasp from your throat as you whine.
"Seb, Seb—"
He slaps his hand over your mouth again, muffling your noises as he grunts. "Come."
You do, your vision going black for a moment as you convulse against him. Almost immediately he groans, slamming deep into you one more time before the warmth of his release spurts into you. Your pussy flutters around his cock, milking him as you ride your high. His palm quiets most of your moans and squeals as he curses in your ear, pelvis flush to you as he empties every drop.
When you come down, the sound of your breathing is mixed with the two men's, interrupted only by the water splashing against the sides of the pool, upset from its usual calm rhythm. As your vision focuses, you see Sam leaned back on his elbows, cock half-hard as it lays against his stomach. He's got the most fucked-out grin you've ever seen on a person, and he throws you a cocky wink, as if you're just friends sharing an inside joke.
Sebastian takes his hand slowly away from your mouth, his warm lips pressing to the side of your neck as he pulls out of you. It feels like a loss, and you whimper softly as you slump forward onto the pool ledge. Sam's hand comes to comb gently through your hair as Sebastian pants behind you, hand rubbing soothingly up and down your back.
Sebastian comes over to sit on the ledge, pulling you into his arms and cradling you on his lap as you let your head fall against his shoulder. Sam pulls his trunks back up, slipping into the water next to you and laying your legs on his lap, hand rubbing them gently as he grins lazily at you.
"Feeling relaxed now?"