One-shots [𝓈𝓅𝒾𝒸𝓎]

𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 2 [part 2]

Throughout the scenery, Mark watches the scene unfold from a few steps away, his arms casually crossed over his chest. A mischievous smirk plays on his lips as he takes in the intimate tableau. His eyes gleam with a mixture of amusement and intrigue, appreciating the charged atmosphere developing between Rish, Chase, and Coraline.

Rish's hands continue to glide over Coraline's back, spreading the lather in smooth, hypnotic circles. The bubbles shimmer in the candlelight, accentuating the graceful lines of her body. Chase leans in closer, his breath warm against her ear as he whispers something that makes her shiver with anticipation.

"You're doing great, Coral," Chase murmurs, his voice a low, soothing murmur.

Mark steps forward, unable to resist joining the fray. He kneels beside the tub, the smirk on his face widening as he reaches out to trace a finger along the curve of Coraline's shoulder. Her skin is slick with the body wash, smooth and inviting. He meets her gaze, a silent challenge in his eyes, and she swallows hard, her breath quickening.

Rish shifts slightly to make room, and Mark's hand trails down Coraline's arm, leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake. He takes the bottle of body wash from Chase, pouring a generous amount into his palm before gently rubbing it onto her shoulders and collarbones, his touch both firm and tender.

Coraline's senses are overwhelmed by the multiple points of contact, her body responding to the simultaneous attentions of three pairs of hands. Her breath comes in soft pants, her heart racing as the intensity of the moment builds. The steam around them thickens, creating a cocoon of warmth and intimacy, isolating them in this heat.

Mark's fingers work the lather into her skin with slow care, massaging the tension from her muscles. "Relax," he whispers, his voice a seductive purr. "Let us take care of you."

She nods, her eyes drifting closed as she gives herself over to the sensation, the combined efforts of Rish, Chase, and Mark. The air around them hums with unspoken desire, the silent communication between the men seamless and practiced.

Mark's hands travel lower, massaging the lather into her lower back and sides, while Chase and Rish focus on her upper back and shoulders, creating a symphony of sensation that leaves her gasping and arching under their touch. The flickering candlelight dances across their faces, highlighting their expressions of concentration and enjoyment.

As Coraline succumbs to the caresses, her body relaxes completely into the warm water. Mark's hands, now at her waist, knead gently but firmly, easing any remaining tension. Rish's lips brush against the nape of her neck, sending shivers down her spine, while Chase's fingers tease the edge of her collarbone, tracing light, tantalizing patterns.

Mark leans in closer, his breath warm against Coraline's ear. "How does that feel?" he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

"Amazing," Coraline breathes, barely able to form the words.

The air thickens with anticipation, the charged atmosphere drawing them even closer. Rish's hands travel down her sides, his fingers dipping just below the water's surface. Chase's touch becomes more daring, his hands moving to the front, caressing her collarbone and slipping lower, teasing the tops of her breasts.

Coraline's breath hitches, her eyes fluttering open to meet Mark's gaze. The smirk on his lips deepens as he leans in, his mouth capturing hers in a slow kiss. The sensation is electric, sending jolts of pleasure through her. She responds eagerly, her lips parting, inviting him in.

Rish and Chase continue their sensual assault, their touches growing bolder. Rish's hands slide around her waist, pulling her gently back against him, while Chase's fingers trace the curves of her breasts, his touch light and teasing.