I find Luna’s hand beneath the water and squeeze it gently, hoping that she’s finding mine and Elijah’s presence reassuring. She squeezes back, gazing at me with green eyes that always hook me in the heart. “Thank you,” she mouths to me and then Elijah.
He presses a finger to her lips. “Rest,” he says. “You have to rest. Let us do the talking.”
So that’s what we do.
We play a silly game where I come up with two possible questions to ask Elijah, and Luna gets to pick which one he answers just by pointing.
“What’s your most embarrassing sexual experience?” is the first one Luna chooses.
Elijah shakes his head. “The first time a girl put her hand into my pants, I came in exactly three seconds.” I snort with laughter, and Luna places a hand over her mouth, shoulders shaking with amusement. “Thankfully, I’ve learned to last a lot longer than that since.”
“Only just,” I laugh, and he punches me on the shoulder.
“Choose a question, Luna,” Elijah says, his eyes focusing on the ceiling as he tries to come up with questions that will embarrass me as much. “Worst sexual experience or most extreme place you’ve ever fucked?”
There’s no way I’m going to go into my worst sexual experience, so I opt for the second. “Most extreme place I ever fucked was the backseat of my girlfriend’s truck when her mom popped into the store to buy milk. We were in the parking lot and not tucked in the corner either. Her head was thumping against the side of the car, and she came so loud, I swear the store manager must have heard.”
“Wow,” Elijah says. “That was ballsy.”
“Horny teenagers will do anything to nut.”
Luna snorts a puff of air from her nose but somehow manages not to use her voice at all.
“Okay,” Elijah says, splashing water at me. “The most disgusting thing that ever happened to you or the weirdest thing that ever happened to you.”
“Where the fuck are you getting these questions?” I ask.
Elijah shrugs. “When I was a kid, there wasn’t a lot for us to do, so we used to ask each other twenty questions. They’d be different every time, but we always ended up in stitches.”
I watch as Elijah’s face goes from happy amusement at the memories to sadness. He hasn’t spoken to his family in years. Not since he decided he didn’t want to be part of the religious life they’d imposed on him since birth. I’ve never asked too many questions about his past. There’s always a melancholy that comes over him whenever he’s forced to think back. It’s not only his parents. It’s his brothers that he left behind too.
“Okay, most disgusting thing,” I say.
“I’m not sure I want to know,” Elijah says, holding his hands up. Luna nods enthusiastically, moving her hand in a quick circular motion, trying to tell me to get on with revealing the answer.
“A dog once shat on my pillow,” I say.
“Gross.” Elijah screws up his face, but Luna makes the hand gesture again, not believing my answer.
“You think I’ve got a grosser answer?” I ask her.
When she nods, Elijah splashes me again. “Are you holding back, dude? Not cool!”
“Okay…how about this one. I was with this girl in a club. We both drank way too many tequila shots. She decided it would be a great idea to go down on me in one of the club booths. So she’s there, bobbing away enthusiastically and I don’t know if it was the amount of alcohol she consumed or the difficult angle, or the fact she was rushing in case we got caught by one of the burly bouncers, or you know, the sheer massiveness of my cock…”
Luna rolls her eyes, Elijah snorts, and I pause for dramatic effect.
“…but she vomited all over my dick, and my trousers and my shirt.”
“For fuck’s sake.” Elijah’s face scrunches, and Luna is laughing silently.
“I had to tuck my huge boner into my soiled pants and head home stinking of tequila vomit.”
“That is really fucking gross.”
Using my arms to make a bowing gesture, I enjoy their laughter, but it’s tainted because I know this isn’t going to happen again. These stolen moments with Luna are going to get taken away by people outside of this room. They’re going to judge us without knowing anything about how awesome it feels to sit in a hot tub with a woman who makes your heart feel full to the brim and your friend who can make you laugh without even trying. They’re not going to know how real and pure this feels. All they’re going to care about is slandering Luna and destroying us.
The press is going to do what they do best and stoke the fire of public opinion. No one will believe how being in this relationship has changed all of our lives for the better. No one will ever know because Luna will be forbidden from discussing it and we will be pushed out of the public eye, restricted by our non-disclosure agreements and the need for us to try to rebuild our reputation that is going to be shattered, maybe irreparably.
All of that is coming tomorrow.
Luna slides closer, her arms wrapping around my body until her head is resting on my shoulder. Beneath the water, she hooks her legs over Elijah’s and pulls him closer. Her forced silence makes everything feel more serious, and I’m not good with serious at all.
Serious takes me to dark places.
“I know you can’t talk,” I say, “but if you promise not to make a sound, we can fuck you nice and slow.”
Luna nods, and without needing to move much, Elijah pushes inside her. Gripping tightly onto me, she keeps her promise, gritting her teeth against calling out as Elijah rolls his hips, shifting the water enough that it overflows the tub. My hand grazes her nipples and grips the softness of her breast, watching all the tiny flickers of arousal in her expression, keeping track of her responses in a way I’ve never needed to before.
The forced silence makes everything seem furtive. Even Elijah is biting his lip as he thrusts faster. Luna’s eyes scrunch closed, the concentration wrinkling the top of her sweet nose. I press a kiss there, wanting to commit everything that’s happening to memory for cold nights in the future. My finger finds her slick, swollen clit beneath the water, rubbing in tight circles that mirror the tempo of Elijah’s movements, and I watch the moment Luna starts to come apart with absolute awe.
She keeps her promise, swallowing the moans that she usually makes, shuddering through her pleasure. Elijah pulls out, using his hand to finish.
Wasting no time, I pull her onto my lap, wrapping her limp legs around my waist. It takes nothing to push inside her. Elijah’s made her slippery and stretched her open nicely. The first thrust feels like heaven wrapped around my cock. Luna’s arms hook around my neck to stabilize her, and even though he’s still reeling from his orgasm, Elijah is there to kiss the back of her neck and finger her nipples. God, it’s something to watch Luna’s head drop back with ecstasy as the two of us work to satisfy her. Two of us master her body and scramble her mind enough that the incident that happened tonight seems forgotten.
We lift Luna from the trials and tribulations of her life into a place that’s safe and filled with satisfaction, and for the minutes that I’m buried inside her, I go to that safe place too. When she comes around my cock, I’m not expecting the vice-like pulsation of her pussy to trigger my own orgasm. My cock, buried deep inside her, releases a rush of heat from my body to hers and I groan so loudly it’d wake the neighbors.