Carefully, they both pull out. I’m in a daze. Dizzy. Lightheaded.

“You alright?” Banks ask, sweat caked on his body. “You hurt anywhere?”

I shake my head. We’re heaps on the bed, our legs tangled, and I roll partially onto his chest, not wanting to leave. Akara splays an arm over my ass. He’s checking out my whole body. Assessing.

“Am I intact, Kits?”

“I think your pussy and ass will survive,” he teases.

I smile, having little energy to kick him. Though, sadness overtakes me. Sad that this has ended. And I ask, “You think…” I redden. You got this far, Sulli. Might as well ask now. But they seem a lot older all of a sudden, and replaying what we just did—them inside me—heats me up again. “Can one of you be inside me when we go to sleep?” I see their confusion, and I talk fucking fast, “I just want to feel as close to you…is that wrong?”

I avoid hiding under the quilt and sheets, but fuck, I want to hide.

46

BANKS MORETTI

We assured Sulli her idea was okay, but I’ve never been inside a girl in the middle of the night. Neither has Akara, apparently, but the idea fisted my cock. Akara even got hard as we talked it over. After we showered and ended up back in bed with Sulli. We did the mature fucking thing to see who’d be inside our girlfriend while we sleep.

We played rock-paper-scissors.

I lost.

Fuckin’ predictable. But I almost like this better. All of us on our sides, she usually sleeps facing me, but tonight, Sulli’s back is curved against my chest. And while I hold her, her leg is hiked over Akara’s waist, and she hugs onto him like a koala to a tree.

He gives me a brief glance like, this is going to be hard. He’s probably half-erect, at least.

I start to smile. He asked for the struggle.

Akara rolls his eyes, but we’re both watching Sulli nestle between us, comfortable. Safe. I’ve never felt closer to her or him.

Our love tonight is a big fuck you to anyone who says we’re a disaster. The only thing we are is enduring. We’re the things that’ll crawl through the tragedies—the things that’ll come up for air in the end.

I fall asleep.

Not sure for how long. A couple hours. Three or four, and then I feel movement.

Sulli shifts her hips a little. I hear her soft breaths. The bed creaks. And slowly, I open my eyes. They’re awake. I lift up the quilt and see Sulli pushing into him, then backing her ass into me.

I harden.

Akara whispers, “Sul.” He’s trying to still her grinding, but she’s clawing towards him, and then his eyes meet mine with an apologetic look as he fucks our girlfriend against me.

Go right on ahead.

I’m not trying to fuckin’ sleep or anything.

Joking. Not sure if the humor lands inside my head this time, but I’m the only audience member. So fuck it.

While the bed rocks and he pushes her against me with each thrust forward, I slip Akara a look, not sorry about this. Hell, I wouldn’t have lasted as long as him—and I expected a round two, but the reality is a boiling inferno compared to whatever I cooked in my brain.

I prop my elbow on the pillow and hold her hip with my other hand.

She moans into his neck.

His nose flares, and I feel their heat build under the sheets. I’m hard as a rock, but I’m content letting this one go down on its own. Sulli reaches back for me—she must feel me hardening—but I splay her hand on him and whisper against her ear, “Finish what you two started, mermaid.”

“Banks—”

“I’ll get mine later.” Another fucking time. Not everything has to be perfectly equal in the moment. I don’t need to go again, and this is more than enough.

I just want to hold her.

She curls more against me, and Akara pumps in a rhythm that feels like we’re on a boat. Swaying together, and I honest-to-fucking-God fall asleep to the calming tempo of their love.

Celebrity Crush – August 12th

Exclusive Photos: Sullivan Meadows Caught with a Baby Bump?!

Wow, does Celebrity Crush have news for you! We’ve obtained exclusive photos of Olympic gold medalist, Sullivan Meadows, in Canyonlands and Moab with her family. The clearest photos come from a sunny, sweaty paddleboarding sesh with her boyfriends. And Sullivan appears a little…well, shall we say bloated? Her stomach is 100% more swollen than usual. Is a baby on board? And if so, who’s the father? Akara Kitsuwon or Banks Moretti? As expected, fans of the families are already criticizing the theories to these photos. But we smell a coverup. What are they hiding? Since her bump is relatively small, some fans think this could be the case of a hearty morning meal. Sullivan is out of training now that she’s won her gold, after all.

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