He kissed them both.
Not sequentially — 'together', his head angling to catch the corner of Nano's mouth and then turning to drag Sugar in at the same time, his mouth splitting the difference between them in a hot, open press that became two mouths chasing one, tongues pushing forward, both women licking at his lips, sucking his lower lip in turns, Nano's smaller mouth finding the corner of his and Sugar's full mouth covering what was left, a wet, overlapping mess of breath and tongue and desperate working hips.
His fingers curled.
Inside Nano, a specific press against the soft swollen spot inside her that made her legs buckle.
'Oh — oh that — oh he —'
Her mind stopped completing sentences. Her inner walls clenched around his fingers and her clit throbbed and she was 'embarrassingly' close from maybe thirty seconds of actual contact, her body already wound from the night, from the collar, from the pool, from sleeping pressed against Sugar's warm skin.
