“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Akara whispers against my ear, bent down so he can reach me. “You know how beautiful you are, Sul? You feel how much and how badly we want you?” My hands that are in his possession—he takes one and places my palm on his bulge.
Hard as a fucking rock.
For me.
Fuck yes.
I throb, and Banks’ skilled tongue flicks and sucks and makes my legs quiver against his shoulders. “Fuck,” I cry out. “Kits.” He’s too far away. Akara kisses my cheek, then lips, then lifts me up partially so I can watch Banks between my legs.
I’m in a heady state of fucking bliss.
Two experienced guys are on the end of my rope, and even if they’re leading, we’re all climbing together.
Banks and Akara make eye contact. Which means something is about to happen. Adrenaline courses through me, and right as Akara lets go of my hands, Banks suddenly pulls me towards him and brings me onto his shoulders, front-facing.
I gasp, my hand pressing to the ceiling—that’s how fucking high up I am. My heat is still against his lips, ankles hanging against his back.
He kisses my pussy, and only with two more tricks with his tongue—I hit a peak and twitch against him. “FuckfuckBanks,” I cry out, toes curling.
I grip his hair, and while I gasp and catch my breath, he waits and then slides me down his body. He holds my ass for an extra beat.
And then carefully, gently places me on the balls of my feet.
Thank fucking God no more tsunami periods or debilitating cramps. I missed this with them. Pleasure, arousal, physical attraction that can be satiated with lips and touching and hopefully something harder. Firmer.
Deeper.
Akara picks up my clothes, then messes up my already messy, wild hair while Banks has his arms around me. I lean against his chest and face Akara, naked.
His eyes are still drinking me in.
They’re not finished.
“That was…” I start to tell them how amazing I’m feeling and a round two is needed, but we hear dogs.
Orion and Arkham bark and pitter-patter to the front door.
Someone must be coming home, and I’m bare in the kitchen. Totally naked. “To the bedroom,” I tell my boyfriends before anyone can catch me in my birthday suit. I grab the box of vegan crackers and phone, keeping the music on.
“You lead the way,” Banks tells me. “It’s one of the few opportunities you get to be out front.”
I munch a cracker and walk backwards. In fucking love with how they prowl after me. “Not true. Ask Akara who won the race through the maze.” We’re a short distance to my room, so we’re not running.
Akara sidles next to Banks, and Banks casually throws an arm around his shoulder. Akara smiles and says, “Sulli, I distinctly remember you almost face planting during that race.”
“Lies,” I tell Banks.
“Truth,” Akara refutes.
Banks’ lips draw in a shadowy smile. “Now who do I trust more?”
“Me,” I say at the same time Akara does.
Banks laughs. “We’re gonna have to test this one.”
We slip inside my bedroom, and Akara locks the door, then tosses my jumpsuit, bra, and panties on my weight bench.
“How?” I ask Banks. “Trust falls. I’ll catch you.” I set the box of crackers and phone on my dresser so I can outstretch my arms.
“I don’t doubt you’re strong, but you’re not catching my six-seven ass.” His hand slides to the back of my head, cupping me gently. “I was thinking of something a little different.”
Still wet, still burning up with eager desire, my brain whirls with wild thoughts. “My mouth. Your cocks.” Energy courses through me like the start of a race. I love sex, I’ve decided. I like the thrill and adrenaline and speeding pulse. I like pushing myself out of my comfort zone to experience more. I squat down, about to drop to my knees.
Banks catches my elbow. “Not that.”
“Although,” Akara tells him. “Not a bad idea. Just not tonight.”
“Not tonight,” Banks agrees.
They just got me off, though. Can’t I return the feeling? I remind them, “I’m not drunk. I won’t bite your dicks off…if that’s what you’re worried about.”
They laugh.
I flush and end up smiling. “What?”
“I’m not worried about your bite, mermaid,” Banks says, and before I can process those words, he lifts me up and over his shoulder.
I have a nice view of his ass, and a nice view of Akara as Banks strides towards the bed. He plops me down on the mattress like I weigh nothing.
I bounce a little, my clit skimming the softness of the turquoise, velvet quilt, a quilt that reminds me of the sea. And the friction against my heat makes me shudder.
Neither of them follows me onto the bed.
Akara and Banks stand at the edge of the iron frame, hungered eyes grazing me in contemplative study.