Firsts for everyone.
Cheers all around.
As I tug her leggings to her ankles, she lets out a ragged noise. Akara breaks from her lips, and her eyes dart down to me.
“Banks,” she breathes, voice raspy.
Veins pulse in my erection, just hearing her say my name like that. God fucking damn. “Yeah?”
“I can blow you.” She offers a blow job to me, the first she’ll ever give. Her neck turns a shade of aroused red from Akara’s hand. His palm is moving underneath her shirt, probably massaging her breasts.
“You don’t need to blow me, mermaid,” I tell her as I yank her leggings off completely. I toss them to the side. Her white panties have tiny donut designs all over them.
Her eyes flit from me to Akara. “Do you two not want to see each other’s dicks while we’re doing stuff or something?”
I hadn’t even thought about that.
Akara tells her, “He can whip it out of he wants. I don’t care.”
“Same,” I say.
His dick or any dick doesn’t bother me. I fucking have one.
Akara explains before I can, “Banks just doesn’t like blow jobs.” I forgot he knows this about me.
“You want one?” Sulli offers to Akara. I imagine watching Sulli’s lips wrapped around his dick, and I harden more. Yeah, looks like I wouldn’t mind watching that.
“You first,” Akara says.
She nods, okay with this.
Total, raw attraction draws me to her. I kiss her thigh, up to the hem of her panties. She shudders. Akara sheds her shirt and her bra. His lips return to her perked nipple. His eyes hit mine as I press a palm to her thighs and guide them open.
“Fuck,” she moans, bucking up each time Akara flicks his tongue over her nipple.
I cup her pussy. Fabric separating my hand from her skin—but she’s soaked through. My muscles contract, dying to rock into Sulli. Christ, I want to taste her so badly. More than that, I crave to get her off and see what makes her squirm the most.
I bite the inside of her thigh and watch her lips break apart in throaty arousal. Her hand dives down to my head. Gripping a handful of my hair.
It’s a scorcher. A thousand blazing degrees in this tent.
She said yes to me going down on her since I asked, but this is her first time being eaten out. And I’m not fucking sure she wouldn’t want Akara first.
I have to be sure.
Before I peel down her panties, I ask Sulli, “You want me here first?”
Sulli presses a hand to her forehead. “Can’t you two just pick? I just don’t want either of you to fucking read into that choice, and I don’t mind either way.”
Volleying that decision to us isn’t that fucking simple.
Akara’s gaze hits me again. Mine hits him.
We both want to go down on her. I’m waiting for him to tell me to move my ass. Maybe he’s waiting for me to just concede all together.
She wants us to pick.
One of us has to give in, and she tenses the longer we take.
I’m about to throw in the towel, just so she doesn’t have to make the painful choice. But Akara suddenly says, “She said yes to you to begin with, Banks. You’re already there.”
I nod, “Right on.”
He nods back.
Sulli instantly relaxes. And I slip my fingers under the band of her panties. Drawing the fabric down her thigh and leg slowly. I savor the way she watches me like she’s pinning each movement to memory. Maybe to get off to later on.
Everything about Sulli is a fist around me, stroking me with heavy friction, and I soak her in too.
Her eyes are on mine, then Akara. She’s watching the way we consume her. Akara kisses her cheek, her nipple, and as I remove her panties, he grips her thigh and spreads her open wider for me.
Careful of her bandage, I clasp her hips, and I lower my head, trailing rougher kisses down the inside of her thigh. I ascend to her pussy.
She watches.
Hell, Akara watches not only Sulli but the way my lips move to the promise land. All the while, his hands roam over her, and he kisses her breasts, ear, lips. Leaving no skin untouched.
The second I kiss her pussy, she squirms.
“Fuck,” she cries.
She tastes fucking amazing. My tongue strokes her clit before I suck the bud and really go to town, and she loses it. Sulli moans so loudly that Akara covers her mouth with his hand before trying to kiss the sounds away.
Her legs jerk, back arches, completely overwhelmed. She was already so aroused and swollen to begin with, I’m not surprised she’s jet-packing to a climax.
I’m hungrier. Akara is a little rougher, making out with Sulli. Our fingers dig deeper in her flesh. Starved for her, and she gets wetter, warmer. Her eyes nearly roll.