Chapter 5: Moonlit Reckoning
The silence in Jace’s SUV was thick, charged, and utterly unlike the oppressive heat of Lana’s apartment. It was the silence of suspended breath, of skin still humming from Nico’s mouth, from Jace’s hands. Lana stared straight ahead through the windshield, the cool blast of the car’s AC drying the sweat on her neck but doing nothing for the furnace inside her. Jace drove, his knuckles white on the wheel. Nico sat rigid in the passenger seat, his dark gaze fixed on the passing streetlights, the smudge of green barely visible on his lower lip under the dashboard glow. No one spoke. The only sound was the engine’s purr and the frantic drumbeat of Lana’s heart against her ribs. Take me to your house, Jace. Right now. Her own words echoed, a dare thrown into the void. Now, hurtling towards his place, the reality of it – them – crashed over her again. Independence? Control? It felt like a flimsy raft tossed in a hurricane.
Jace’s driveway gate whirred open. He parked under the carport, the engine cutting out with a final sigh. The sudden quiet was deafening. Palm fronds rustled overhead, a faint, humid breeze carrying the chlorine tang of his pool and the distant thrum of the city.
"Out," Lana commanded, her voice surprisingly steady. She pushed her door open before either could move, striding towards the side gate that led to the backyard sanctuary. The humid LA night air wrapped around her, thick but cleaner than the stale apartment, smelling of damp earth and oleander. She didn’t look back. She heard two car doors shut, the crunch of footsteps on gravel following her.
She pushed through the gate. The transformation was instant. Her cramped sweatbox was replaced by a sprawling kingdom of shadow and light. Moonlight silvered the surface of the large, shimmering pool. Submerged lights glowed turquoise from its depths, casting shifting patterns on the surrounding concrete and the lush foliage. Towering palms framed the space, their fronds whispering secrets. The air, while warm, moved, stirred by unseen currents. The sound of traffic faded into a distant hum, replaced by the gentle lapping of water against the pool's edge and the rhythmic chirp of crickets.
Lana didn’t hesitate. She walked straight to the pool’s edge, the cool concrete gritty under her bare feet. Without a word, without looking at the men she knew stood watching from the shadows near the gate, she reached behind her back. The simple tie of her sundress came undone with a soft rasp. She shrugged the damp, wrinkled fabric off her shoulders. It slid down her body, pooling around her ankles like a discarded skin. The moonlight bathed her naked form, highlighting the curve of her hip, the swell of her breasts, the fiery triangle between her thighs. She stepped out of the circle of fabric.
The water was a shock. Cool, then instantly enveloping as she slipped beneath the surface. It washed away the last remnants of stickiness from her thigh, the sweat, the feeling of being trapped. She surfaced near the middle, the water lapping at her shoulders, her hair slicked back, droplets catching moonlight. She turned, treading water, and finally looked at them.
They were statues. Jace, his green eyes wide, hungry, fixed on her bobbing form. Nico, his expression unreadable in the shadows, but the tension in his shoulders, the way he tracked her every ripple, screamed his focus. The years of stolen glances, hidden longing, the electric tension during movie nights, the fierce loyalty that had kept them apart – it all hung in the moonlit air, thicker than the humidity.
"Water’s perfect," Lana said, her voice cutting through the night, clear and demanding. "Get in. Or don’t."
It broke the paralysis. Jace moved first, stripping his t-shirt over his head in one fluid motion, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest and abdomen. His shorts and boxers followed, kicked aside. He walked to the edge, a primal silhouette against the palm trees, and dove in cleanly, surfacing near her with a gasp, shaking water from his blonde hair.
Nico was slower, methodical. He peeled his black t-shirt off, the muscles in his back flexing, then stepped out of his jeans and briefs. He didn’t dive. He walked down the pool steps, the water rising to his waist, his chest, his shoulders, his dark eyes never leaving Lana’s face. The submerged lights painted shifting patterns across his skin as he moved towards her and Jace.
The pool became their world. The cool water amplified every touch. Jace reached her first, his hands sliding around her waist, pulling her against the hard heat of his body despite the water’s chill. His erection pressed insistently against her belly.
"Fuck, Lana," he breathed, his voice rough. "You look… unreal."
Nico was behind her then, chest solid against her back, his arms wrapping around both of them, trapping her between their bodies. His skin was hot against her spine. His hands found her breasts, calloused thumbs rasping over her stiffening nipples, sending sharp jolts straight to her core.
"Years," Nico murmured against her wet shoulder, his breath hot on her skin. "Thought about this. Felt like drowning." His teeth grazed the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. Lana arched back into him with a gasp, her head falling onto his shoulder.
Jace seized the opportunity. His mouth crashed down on hers, hungry and possessive. His tongue plunged into her mouth, mimicking the rhythm his hips were starting against hers. One hand slid down from her waist, fingers slipping between her legs, finding her slick heat even through the water. He groaned into her mouth as his fingers slid easily through her swollen folds. "So fucking wet," he growled, breaking the kiss. "Been wet since the couch. Since Nico had his tongue on you."
Nico’s hand left her breast, joining Jace’s between her legs. Two sets of fingers now, exploring, parting her, finding her clit. Nico’s touch was more deliberate, circling the tight bud with focused pressure while Jace’s fingers slid lower, dipping shallowly into her entrance, stretching her.
"Oh god," Lana moaned, her hips rocking involuntarily between their hands. The combination was devastating. Jace’s possessive claim, Nico’s intense focus on her pleasure, the cool water sluicing over her overheated skin, the moonlight turning everything surreal. "Don't stop," she panted, her hands gripping Jace’s biceps, her nails digging in. "Fuck, don't either of you stop."
She felt Nico’s lips curve into something like a smile against her neck. His fingers pressed harder, circling faster. Jace added a second finger, pushing deeper, crooking them upwards. The dual assault sent shockwaves through her. Her back arched sharply off Nico’s chest, a cry tearing from her throat as the orgasm hit, sharp and sudden, crashing over her like a wave. Her thighs clamped around their hands, her body shuddering violently in the water, the ripples spreading out around them.
"Jesus, that was fast," Jace chuckled, his voice thick with awe and lust, his fingers still buried inside her, feeling her pulse around him.
Nico just held her tighter as she trembled, his lips against her temple. "Beautiful," he murmured, the word barely audible over the splashing water and her ragged breathing. "Just… fucking beautiful."
But Lana wasn't done. The release was intense, but it only stoked the deeper fire. The years of longing, the sheer impossibility of having them both, right here, right now. She pushed Jace’s hand away from between her legs, her own need taking over. Still trembling from the aftershocks, she turned in Nico’s arms to face him fully. His dark eyes burned into hers, filled with a heat that mirrored her own. She kissed him fiercely, biting his lower lip, tasting chlorine and him. Her hand, meanwhile, reached back, finding Jace’s cock beneath the water. It was thick, hard as stone, pulsing in her grasp. She stroked him, her touch demanding.
"Bench," she ordered against Nico’s mouth, nodding towards the submerged tiled ledge running along one side of the deep end. "Jace. Sit."
Jace didn’t need telling twice. He swam the few strokes backwards, water sluicing off his powerful shoulders, and lowered himself onto the underwater bench. The water lapped at his waist now, his cock standing rigidly above the surface, glistening in the moonlight. He spread his legs, bracing himself, his green eyes fixed on Lana with predatory intensity.
Lana broke the kiss with Nico, giving him a look that promised more. She swam towards Jace, the water parting smoothly around her. She positioned herself between his spread thighs, the cool tiles under her knees. She didn’t tease. Gripping his cock firmly at the base, she guided the swollen head through her slick folds, coating him in her arousal, mixing with the pool water. She held his gaze, saw the raw need there, the years of pent-up desire.
"Fuck me, Jace," she said, her voice low and commanding. "Fuck me hard."
She sank down onto him in one smooth, powerful motion. He was thick, stretching her deliciously, filling her completely. A guttural groan ripped from Jace’s throat, his head falling back, muscles in his neck cording. "Oh fuck, Lana! Yes!"
She started to move immediately, rising up until just the head remained inside, then slamming back down, taking him deep. Water splashed around them with the force of her strokes. She rode him with abandon, her hands braced on his broad shoulders, her head thrown back, water and moonlight on her skin. Each downward thrust drove a gasp from her lips, each upward pull a moan from his. She set a punishing rhythm, fueled by the earlier orgasm and the sheer, illicit thrill of it. This is Jace. My friend. My neighbor. And I’m riding his cock in his pool while Nico watches. The thought sent another jolt of pure, raw lust through her.
She felt Nico behind her before she saw him. His hands slid around her waist, his chest pressing against her back. He didn't try to stop her movements. Instead, one hand slid down her slick stomach, fingers delving between her legs again, finding her clit where it was stretched taut over Jace’s pounding cock. His touch was electric, precise, circling the swollen nub in perfect counterpoint to Jace’s deep thrusts.
"Again, Lana," Nico breathed in her ear, his voice rough and urgent. "Come again. On his cock. Let me feel it."
The dual stimulation was overwhelming. Jace filling her, stretching her, Nico’s clever fingers working her clit with relentless pressure. She could feel Jace’s control fraying beneath her, his hips jerking upwards to meet her downward strokes, his groans growing louder, more desperate. She was close, teetering on the edge, the tension coiling impossibly tight deep in her belly. Nico pinched her clit lightly, then rubbed it hard in fast circles.
It detonated. Her second climax ripped through her, sharper, deeper than the first. A scream tore from her throat, echoing slightly in the night air. Her inner muscles clamped down on Jace’s cock in fierce, rhythmic spasms. Her body went rigid, then shuddered violently, held upright only by Nico’s strong arms around her waist and the grip she had on Jace’s shoulders. She felt Jace tense beneath her, a choked roar escaping him as her inner clenching pulled his own release from him. He jerked upwards, his cock pulsing hard inside her, pumping jet after jet of hot cum deep into her pulsing channel. The sensation of his release mixing with her own contractions prolonged her own orgasm, drawing it out into waves of almost unbearable intensity.
She slumped forward against Jace’s chest, gasping, trembling, the cool water feeling suddenly shockingly cold against her overheated skin. Jace’s arms came around her, holding her close, his own breathing ragged, his heart pounding against her cheek. Nico’s hands remained on her hips, steadying her, his lips pressing softly against her damp shoulder.
Silence descended again, heavier now, saturated with the scent of chlorine and sex and exertion. The water stilled, reflecting the moon and the palm fronds above. The only sounds were their harsh breathing and the relentless, oblivious chorus of crickets. Lana floated in the aftermath, suspended between them, the impossible reality settling over her like the cool night air. It had happened. The line was crossed. Blown apart. The heat of the apartment, the suffocating closeness, felt like a lifetime ago, washed away in the moonlit water and the raw, undeniable truth of their tangled desire. What came next was a vast, terrifying unknown, but in this suspended moment, in the cool silence of the pool, tangled in their arms, there was only the undeniable, irrevocable now.
The cool water lapped around Lana’s shoulders, Jace’s softening cock still nestled inside her, Nico’s arms a solid band across her middle. Exhaustion warred with a buzzing, electric current beneath her skin, the aftermath of shattering release mingling with the terrifying thrill of the line they’d vaporized. Jace’s heartbeat thudded against her cheek, Nico’s breath stirred the wet hair at her nape. The silence stretched, thick with chlorine, sex, and the weight of irrevocable change.
"Nico," Jace finally rasped, his voice rough, shifting slightly beneath her. "Your turn." He gently eased Lana off him, the water swirling as he moved away, leaning back against the tiled bench, spent but watching. Lana turned in Nico’s arms, the water sluicing between them. His dark eyes were fathomless pools in the moonlight, intense, guarded, yet burning with a hunger that mirrored her own chaotic pulse. Years of stolen glances, the charged tension during band practices in her cramped living room, his quiet intensity that always set her nerves alight – it all surged back, raw and immediate.
She didn't hesitate. Reaching down beneath the water, her fingers closed around his cock. It was thick, rigid, pulsing with heat even in the coolness. "Been thinking about this," she murmured, her other hand tracing the hard line of his jaw, slick with pool water. "For so fucking long, Nico." His sharp intake of breath was her reward. She stroked him slowly, deliberately, feeling the silken skin slide under her palm, the ridge of his head slick with pre-cum. "Your turn," she echoed Jace, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Right here. Show me what you've been hiding."
Nico’s control snapped. A low growl rumbled in his chest as his hands gripped her hips, lifting her effortlessly. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. He guided himself to her entrance, still swollen and sensitive from Jace, slick with their combined release and the pool. He paused, his gaze locked on hers, a question, a plea, a demand in those dark depths. She answered by sinking down onto him, gasping as he filled her, thick and unyielding, stretching her differently, intensely. "Fuck, Nico," she moaned, her head falling back, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Yes!"
He didn't hold back. His thrusts were deep, powerful piston drives that drove the breath from her lungs, water splashing wildly around them. He fucked her with a focused, almost brutal intensity, his biceps straining as he held her aloft, taking what he’d craved for years. Each deep plunge hammered against her cervix, sending shockwaves of sensation radiating outwards. She met him thrust for thrust, riding the punishing rhythm, the water churning, her cries mingling with his guttural groans. The submerged lights cast frantic turquoise shadows across his face, contorted with primal need. Jace watched, one hand idly stroking his own cock, hardening again as he witnessed Nico claim her.
She felt the familiar coil tighten deep within, amplified by Nico’s relentless assault and the voyeuristic thrill of Jace’s heated gaze. "Gonna come," she gasped, the words ripped from her. "Nico, make me…" He slammed into her, harder, faster, his rhythm becoming erratic, frantic. "Come for me, Lana," he commanded, his voice ragged, breath hot against her ear. "Fucking come on my cock." The command, the raw possessiveness in his voice, tipped her over. Her third climax tore through her, a blinding, obliterating wave that made her scream into the humid night, her inner muscles clamping down on Nico’s thrusting length in fierce, pulsing spasms.
He roared, a sound ripped from his soul, his body locking as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. She felt the hot, urgent jets of his release flooding her, pulsing deep, mingling with Jace’s seed already within her. He held her impossibly close as he came, his body shuddering, his forehead pressed against her collarbone, breathing harshly. They stayed locked together in the churning aftermath, water settling, the only sounds their ragged gasps and the relentless crickets.
Slowly, Nico lowered her legs, letting her feet find the pool floor, his softening cock slipping from her with a slick, wet sound. She leaned against him, trembling, utterly spent, yet the restless energy still hummed beneath the surface. The silence returned, heavier now, charged with satiation and the colossal implications of what they’d done. Jace pushed off the bench, water dripping from his powerful frame, his renewed erection bobbing proudly above the waterline. He moved close, his green eyes hungry again, fixed on Lana’s flushed face.
Lana looked between them, the two men who had been her anchors, her confidantes, now irrevocably something else. A reckless, giddy impulse seized her, cutting through the post-coital haze. She reached out, her hands finding both of their cocks beneath the water. Nico, still semi-hard and slick from her, twitched violently at her touch. Jace hissed, his cock hardening further in her grasp. She began to stroke them slowly, deliberately, her thumbs swirling over their sensitive heads, feeling the velvety skin, the pulsing veins, the slick wetness. The air crackled with renewed tension.
"Look at you two," Lana murmured, her voice thick, a playful, wicked glint in her eyes despite her exhaustion. "Still so fucking hard. Still wanting more." She increased the pressure, her hands moving faster, pumping their lengths with a firm, knowing rhythm learned through years of secret fantasies. "After everything... still throbbing for me?" Nico’s jaw clenched, a low groan escaping him as he leaned back against the pool wall, surrendering to her touch. Jace braced his hands on the tiled edge behind him, thrusting shallowly into her fist, his eyes wide, mesmerized.
"Fuck, Lana," Jace choked out, his hips stuttering. "What are you... oh shit..." His cock pulsed violently in her hand.
Nico wasn’t far behind, his breath coming in sharp pants. "Lana... yes... just like that..." His cock jerked, his release imminent.
Lana grinned, a feral, triumphant thing. She released Jace and pushed Nico’s hand away from where it had flown to his own cock. "Let me," she commanded, her voice thick with lust. "Give it to me." She tightened her grip on both of them, her strokes becoming rapid, urgent tugs. "Come on my face," she demanded, her voice dropping to a filthy whisper. "Both of you. Cover me. Now."
The sight of her, eyes dark with desire, mouth slightly open, demanding their release on her skin, was too much. Jace came first with a ragged shout, thick, hot ropes of cum erupting from his cock, splattering across her cheek, her chin, catching in her eyelashes. The scalding warmth made her gasp. Immediately after, Nico roared, his release jetting out, adding his own load, painting streaks across her forehead, her nose, her lips, mingling with Jace’s on her skin. The salty, musky scent filled her nostrils.
Lana laughed, a low, throaty sound of pure, unadulterated glee. She stuck out her tongue, catching a thick glob of their combined essence that had landed on her upper lip. She swirled it around her mouth, savoring the bitter-salt taste, the sheer depravity of it. Then, deliberately, she licked a stripe up her cheek, collecting more, her eyes locked on theirs, challenging, victorious. "Mmm," she hummed, licking her lips clean, her tongue flashing pink in the moonlight. "Tastes like... finally."
Nico stared, stunned, a flicker of awe and something darker in his eyes. Jace just grinned, shaking his head, a slow, disbelieving chuckle escaping him. He reached out, his thumb gently wiping a stray droplet from her temple. Lana leaned into his touch for a second, then turned her cum-smeared face towards Nico. He hesitated only a heartbeat before mimicking Jace, his calloused thumb tracing the mess on her jawline, his gaze intense, unreadable.
The silence returned, profound now, thick with the scent of sex, chlorine, and semen drying on Lana’s skin. The water lapped gently. The crickets sang. The city hummed far away. They stood, a tangled triad in the moonlit water, the impossible done, the future a gaping, uncertain maw. Lana met their gazes, one after the other, the sticky, cooling proof of their shared transgression drying on her face. "Cabana?" she asked, her voice hoarse but steady, the single word hanging in the heavy air.