She winces.
“That still hurts?”
“A little…”
Sul.
Her eyes redden. “You can still kiss me. Unless you’re afraid.” She challenges me and Banks.
He encases a hand over her jaw, kissing her with urgency and swiftness—I barely blink, and they’re pulled together. She clings onto him, then claws for me.
I clutch the back of her head. She turns her lips onto mine. I kiss her savagely and her body bows closer, then pulls back. I break apart to her panting breath and my aching cock.
I skim her up and down, how her collarbones peek out of the water. Her strong, squared jaw and determined eyes. Sulli is a babe.
Gorgeous.
Ours.
The stillness of the empty Aquatic Center ratchets up the heat. Banks wipes water out of his face, and Sulli watches him swim around her.
“One more lap?” she breathes.
“No,” I tell her. “No more laps.”
Her face flushes in arousal. I swim closer, my chest up against hers. Banks wraps an arm around her waist from behind. Lifting ropes and pushing them aside, I guide them to the corner of the pool. The far left lane. Banks braces his body with one shoulder on the ledge.
I press her between us by planting my arms on either side of the cement.
Instinctually, her legs wrap around my waist.
I start massaging between her thighs over her bikini bottoms. She lets out a low heady moan against my neck. “Kits…” Her head lolls back.
Banks bends down to silence her with a kiss.
Fuck.
I harden watching them deepen the kiss. His tongue slips into her mouth. I’ve watched that tongue slip into her pussy. I pull the fabric at the crotch of her swimsuit to give me access to her heat. She breaks from his lips when my fingers enter her beneath the water.
“Fuckfuckfuck…” Her thighs tighten around my waist. Her hands grip harder to Banks’ forearms.
Banks watches her writhe between us and he clasps the back of her swimsuit, slipping the straps off her arms, exposing her breasts.
He kneads her tits, and she whimpers.
I harden more, just hearing her.
“Please…I want…your cocks…”
I’d love to take Sulli in the pool, but the condoms are in the gym bag.
I lean forward and kiss her deeply. She reciprocates like I’m delivering her oxygen, fingers clasped against the back of my neck.
When I break, I pull my fingers out.
“Wait, no,” she breathes.
Climbing out of the pool, water drips off me. I step towards my gym bag at the side, and by the time I have the condoms, Banks and Sulli have also hopped out.
Shades cover the windows this late at night. It’s private, but Banks keeps checking in that direction, like a cameraman will barge through and smash the glass.
They won’t. Not unless they want trespassing charges, and most aren’t that idiotic.
Sulli leaves her wet bikini top on the wet tiles. Tits still out. Nipples perked. Confidence blazing in every step she takes. “I don’t want to leave yet.” Her breath shallows, and she bites the corner of her reddened lip. “Let’s do the fucking deed. With two capital Ds. One V.”
Banks wipes a hand over his smile.
I’m near there.
“You two do want to fuck, right?”
Banks and I exchange a glance.
He tips his head like, I can stay for a long while.
I nod, agreeing.
Gazes back on Sulli, Banks says deeply, “I want to make love to you, mermaid.”
Her eyes melt.
“Long,” I chime in. “Hard.” I pass her a condom. “Put this on Banks.”
She’s panting more. “Me?” She takes the foil.
I mockingly spin around the pool room. “Any other string beans here?”
She smiles. “Hardy fucking har.” Seeing her smile tonight is everything to me.
Banks sheds his sopping boxer-briefs, fully nude and his erection is about as hard as mine. Sulli drops to her knees and rips the packet open. He cups the back of her head. And slowly, she glides the condom over his length. I engrain the image in my head.
When she’s done, she pops up to her feet, and lightly punches our arms. “I’m so good, you think I could take your jobs away from you?”
“You can wrap my dick anytime you like,” Banks tells her.
“I’m not as giving,” I tease.
She sticks her tongue out at me.
I laugh.
She slugs me again. “And I don’t believe that for a second, Kits. You’d give me your whole body, if you could.”
“I’ve given you more than that,” I whisper.
I’ve given her my entire spirit. The brightest pieces of me are lights that Sulli sparks on fire.
Banks has given her his entire soul. The deepest parts of him are wells that Sulli overfills.
She smiles a softer smile.
I run my hand over her smooth arm. She shaves daily to reduce drag for swimming—and as cute as Sulli is cursing out her razors in the shower—I miss the hair on her arms and pussy and legs.
“Sul,” I say her name into a smile, “let’s play a game.”