Anne and Scarlett’s Airbnb

Chapter 1: Scarlett's POV

God, I can already feel my pussy getting wet just looking at him. Fixing the fucking hot tub, all sweaty and focused like he's too good for the world. Those arms. Those fucking hands. I want him to grab me by the waist and slam me against the side of the tub. I want to feel those rough palms all over my tits, my thighs, squeezing me like he owns me.

Anne's watching him too. I can see her out of the corner of my eye, leaning against the doorframe, licking her lips around the rim of her glass like she's already imagining riding his face. Good. Because I'm already imagining it too.

My panties are soaked and I haven't even touched him yet.

Fuck it. If we're doing this, we're doing this.

I drop down next to him, pretend like I'm curious. "Whatcha fixin', hot stuff?" I purr, dragging my fingers lightly over his forearm, feeling the muscles flex under my touch.

He stammers something -- I don't even hear it. I'm too busy thinking about what that forearm would feel like pinning my wrists to the mattress while he fucks me stupid.

Anne moves closer. I can feel her heat at my back, smell her perfume. Her hand slides through my hair, tugging lightly, sending a shiver down my spine. I know that move. She's daring me.

I tilt my head back, let her see my throat, my flushed cheeks, the way my tits strain against the thin tank top. I know what she wants. I want it too.

"You should stay awhile," Anne says, voice sweet and filthy at the same time.

I smirk up at him. "Yeah," I whisper. "You earned it."

I lean in and kiss him -- slow at first, tasting, teasing -- but he groans and grabs the back of my head, pulling me deeper. Fuck. His mouth is good. Hot and hungry and just a little rough. Exactly the way I need it.

I feel Anne's hands slide around my waist, slipping under my tank top, palming my bare tits. Her fingers brush my nipples and I moan into his mouth, grinding my ass back against her hips.

God, I'm so fucking wet already. I can feel it soaking through my panties. I want his cock inside me so bad it hurts. I want Anne's mouth on my clit while he fucks me. I want to drown in it.

Anne tugs my panties down with a slow, wicked laugh. I lift my hips, let her, aching for it. She slides her fingers between my thighs and I cry out, breaking the kiss, gasping against his chest.

"You're soaked," Anne purrs in my ear. "Yeah," I pant. "For him."

He's staring at us like he's dreaming. Poor baby has no fucking clue what he's about to be dragged into.

I push him back against the deck, crawl up over his lap, straddling him, grinding my bare pussy against the bulge in his jeans. Fuck. He's huge. I can feel it even through the denim.

Anne strips off her own clothes behind me, tossing her shorts and top aside like she can't get naked fast enough. I look back over my shoulder and see her -- bare, flushed, tits bouncing slightly as she moves -- and my pussy clenches hard.

God, she's beautiful. I want her mouth on me. I want her moaning into my skin while he fucks me.

I tug at his jeans, frantic now, needing it. He helps, shoving them down, freeing his cock. Jesus Christ. Thick. Heavy. Leaking already at the tip.

I lick my lips. Anne catches me and laughs low in her throat.

"Greedy girl," she teases.

"Damn right," I growl.

I line him up and sink down in one slow, delicious movement, moaning low and filthy as he stretches me open.

Fuck. Fuck. He's perfect. Big enough to hurt a little, but I love it. I rock my hips in slow circles, grinding him deep, gasping every time he bottoms out.

Anne kneels beside us, kissing my shoulder, my neck, my jaw, trailing her tongue down my throat. She licks my nipples while I ride him, tugging them with her teeth, making me cry out.

I'm losing it. I can feel it already building, hot and sharp in my belly. The stretch. The heat. Anne's mouth. His cock.

I lean back against Anne, letting her hold me up while I bounce on his cock, both of us panting and gasping, lost in it.

God, I can feel every inch of him. Thick and throbbing and so fucking deep it feels like he's inside my goddamn soul.

Anne's hand slides between my thighs, rubbing my clit in tight, filthy circles. I jerk against them, moaning, clenching down hard around his cock.

"That's it, baby," Anne whispers against my ear. "Cum for him. Cum all over his big cock."

I do. Hard.

I scream, thighs shaking, pussy pulsing around him, soaking him as I collapse against Anne's chest, gasping, trembling.

And he's still hard.

Still deep.

Still waiting for more.

Good. Because I'm not even close to done with him.

And neither is Anne.

Chapter 2: Anne's POV

I knew the second I saw him pull up that we were going to fuck him. Scarlett might have played coy, acted like it was spontaneous, but I knew better. I saw the way she looked at him -- the way her thighs pressed together when she thought I wasn't watching. And fuck, I could feel it too. The moment he stepped out of that truck, sweaty, strong, all rough edges and easy confidence, my pussy got wet so fast it was almost embarrassing.

God, he looked good. Like something out of a filthy dream.

I sipped my drink slow, letting the rim of the glass hide my smile. He had no idea what he was walking into. Poor beautiful bastard. He thought he was just here to fix the hot tub.

He had no idea we were about to break him.

Scarlett dropped down beside him, playful, flirty, all wide eyes and soft lips, pretending like she just happened to end up on her knees. I knew that move. I taught her that move.

I slid closer, watching the tension coil tighter between them. Watching Scarlett's fingers glide over his arm like she couldn't help herself. Watching the way his eyes darkened, the way his jeans tightened at the crotch.

He wanted her. Bad.

And he didn't know it yet, but he wanted me too.

I slipped behind Scarlett, threading my fingers through her hair, tugging gently, loving the way she arched her back like a good little slut. She tilted her head back for me, offering herself up, her tits pushing out under that paper-thin tank top, her nipples stiff and begging for attention.

I could smell her arousal. Sweet and thick and addictive.

"You should stay awhile," I said, voice like honey dripping from the comb.

Scarlett smirked up at him. "Yeah," she whispered. "You earned it."

She kissed him first, greedy and messy and perfect. I watched her devour him, watched her hips grind against him like she couldn't help herself.

God, it made my clit throb.

I stripped while they kissed, tossing my clothes away like they were nothing, freeing my breasts, my soaked little panties. I wanted to be naked when I joined. Wanted to be raw and ready and shameless.

Scarlett pulled his jeans down and my mouth watered when his cock sprang free. Thick. Heavy. Leaking at the tip.

Fuck, I wanted him so bad my thighs shook.

Scarlett rode him first, her pussy swallowing him inch by perfect inch, moaning like a fucking porn star, her nails digging into his chest.

I knelt beside them, sliding my hands up her trembling thighs, slipping two fingers between her legs to rub her clit while he pounded into her.

She cried out, grinding harder, riding him like her life depended on it.

Watching them made my pussy ache. Made my fingers slip lower without thinking, parting my own folds, sliding through my soaked heat as I watched her bounce on his cock.

God, it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

Her tits bouncing. His hands gripping her hips like he owned her. The filthy wet sounds of her pussy clenching around him with every thrust.

I needed him inside me. I needed to feel that cock splitting me open.

Scarlett screamed as she came, her whole body shaking, collapsing against me, gasping like she'd been hit by a freight train.

I kissed her sweaty forehead, whispered filthy things in her ear, things only she and I would understand.

And then I straddled him.

Took him in one smooth, desperate motion.

Fuck, he filled me. Stretched me. Made me gasp and grind and sob his name.

We took turns after that. Riding him. Sucking him. Sharing him.

Until he couldn't tell where one of us ended and the other began.

Until he was moaning and cumming and begging for mercy and we still weren't fucking done.

Until we were all a sweaty, shaking, filthy mess sprawled out naked under the stars, the hot tub forgotten, the world forgotten, nothing left but the heat and the hunger and the way we had fucking ruined him for good.

And God, it was perfect.

Exactly the way I planned it.

Exactly the way it was always meant to be.

Chapter 3: Nick's POV

It's always the same.

I show up, fix the hot tub, mind my own business. The girls -- whoever they are -- start giggling, giving each other looks, pushing boundaries they wouldn't normally push.

They think they're in control. They think they're seducing me. Cute.

Truth is, I know exactly how to set it up.

Say less. Flex a little without showing off. Keep the vibe easy, professional -- make them wonder what it would take to break me. Make them want to be the ones to pull me over the line.

And they always do.

But this time? Scarlett Johansson and Anne Hathaway?

Not exactly a regular Tuesday.

They dragged me in, wrecked me, used me until I didn't even know my own fucking name.

I should've known they weren't done.

I woke up the next morning hard as fucking steel, aching, half-dreaming about sliding between their slick, naked bodies in the shower.

I heard them giggling, the sound of water splashing against tile.

I walked to the bathroom, expecting -- hoping -- they'd pull me into round two.

They looked over at me, both smiling -- slow, wicked, knowing smiles -- and without a word, they pulled me in.

Not for sex.

Not yet.

They teased. Touched each other. Kissed under the hot spray.

They let me watch, cock throbbing, balls aching, desperate to join.

But they didn't let me.

Not yet.

They kept playing with each other under the hot spray, glancing over their shoulders at me every few seconds, smiling sweet, cruel smiles.

Teasing. Edging. Owning me without even touching me.

God, they were evil.

And God, I was going to make them pay for it the second they let me.

Because when they finally let me in? I was going to fuck them so hard the neighbors would call the cops.

And they knew it.

That's why they were making me wait.

And fuck... It was working.