I’m hot.
Her eyes roam me and him.
My gaze journeys over her six-foot athletic build. Blood pumping down to my cock. My muscles flex, and I glance over at Banks.
He’s giving her the longest once-over, then his gaze lifts to mine. We’re wondering the same thing: are we going to do this again?
Why wouldn’t we?
The moment decrees go for it. Out here, the three of us are leading with zero inhibition. No constraints.
I can only find one reason to stop: someone will be left with these memories to mourn. Me or him, but right now, I push that back.
It’s just the three of us. There is no tomorrow. Just today.
Sulli grabs the backpack but while she rises, her tits press up against my chest. Ass against Banks, and I rake a hand through my hair and lick my lips.
She drops the backpack.
My chest rising and falling heavily against her, I tell her strongly, “Go lie back on the bed, string bean.”
She mutters, “Holy fuck, that was hot.”
I smile, trying not to laugh. “Sulli, go.”
Dazedly, she drifts back until her legs hit the queen bed. She sinks down, and I look to Banks while we both pull our shirts off our heads. “We’re not taking her virginity,” I tell him more commandingly.
Banks slips me a smile. “So now you’re ordering me in the bedroom too?”
I flip him off, my lips rising. We focus entirely on Sulli. She has on loose-fitting pants, and an old Aquatic Club shirt. While we near her, I imagine Sulli stripped bare, her back arched and lips parted—like she’d been in the tent.
“Hold up.” She breathes shallowly, and we both stop a literal foot away. So close that I could reach down and tear her pants off.
Banks rubs a hand across his jaw.
I try to read her expression. All I see is arousal, but to be positive, I tell her, “We don’t have to do anything, Sulli—”
“It’s not that, fuck.” She presses a hand to her temple. “I’d just rather see you two come since I haven’t seen that yet, but don’t feel pressured or…” She trails off because Banks and I are already shedding our slacks.
Down to boxer-briefs, she nearly falls backward on the bed in a pant. “Oh fuck.”
I absolutely love getting girls off. If they’re not falling asleep in exhaustion from coming multiple times, then I haven’t touched them or fucked them right.
Banks asks me under his breath, “Stay back?” He’s not asking if he should stay back. He’s asking if we should. I’ve communicated enough with him through security to understand.
I nod. Stay back. Sulli is about to have more than just a strip tease.
We shed our underwear. Rolling the elastic down my thighs, I step out of the clothing. Banks does the same. We stand buck-naked, and her green eyes pin right on my cock. Then his. I glance to his crotch and realize we’re both hard.
Her raspy breath fills the quiet. She looks back and forth between mine and his. I palm my long shaft. I love my dick. The morning-afters, I’ve been told it’s the perfect size, but that’s partly because I know how to use it well.
Banks has the length and width that’d fit his height, which is to say, he’s much larger than average. He’s said it’s caused him more problems if he hits the cervix.
While my hand creates friction and Banks strokes himself, Sulli unbuttons her pants. An aroused knot balls up in my throat. I crave to push her back against the bed and strip her myself. Honestly, I crave more than that, but even if she asked, I wouldn’t go get rope.
I’ve never tied up a virgin.
And Sulli is…she’s really inexperienced to me. Which isn’t bad, but I just want to be cognizant of that fact. A man’s hand on her body is a brand-new touch, and she had two pairs of hands on her in the tent, so she got overwhelmed fast.
I watch Sulli zip down her pants in the camping trailer. Her fingers dive between her legs and underneath the cotton of her panties. I blaze alive, muscles contracting, and I rub harder and rest my other hand on the dinette table.
Banks’ breath is heavier when she bucks up her hips. He curses, “Fuck.”
I slide my ankle against her ankle and break her legs open. Even if she’s clothed, her knees spread apart, and she bites on her bottom lip, rubbing her clit faster. Eyeing our cut muscles and abs back down to our hands as we jerk off. “I feel like,” she says throatily, “I feel like I need you…in me.”
I breathe through my nose, almost coming. I slide my hand up and down. Friction pricking every nerve in my body, and I can’t tell if she’s speaking to me or Banks or both of us. But I tell Sulli, “I feel like I need to be in you.”
“Fuck…me,” she cries out softly. “Please.”
Banks grunts, gritting down on his teeth as arousal slams into him.
I’m close enough to Sulli that if she sits up more, she can touch me. And I glance at Banks, just to tell him I’m moving forward. Once we exchange a single look, I cup the back of her head, bringing her up.
With her hand still between her legs, Sulli eyes my cock that’s at perfect height to her lips.
“Only if you want to,” I remind her.
“I do, fuck,” she cries out while I replace her hand with mine. She’s so wet. Her gaze stays on mine while I slip a finger inside of her.
She squirms, eyes nearly rolling. “Kits.” Hearing her say my name like that is going to stay with me for weeks…months…years.
Sulli has a good visual of Banks as he continues to jack off, and once her eyes open, she watches him, then she asks, “How should I…?”
I guide my hard length to her lips. “Use your tongue first.”
She runs her tongue around the tip. “Like this?” Her innocence in bed reminds me to go easy.
I nod and hold her chin. “Now open.”
Sulli opens her mouth, then stops. “What if I bite you—?”
“You won’t.” You might scrape me. But I’m not going to be a dick about it if she accidentally uses her teeth. She was less in her head when she was watching Banks, so I tell her, “Watch Banks.”
The suggestion almost eases Sulli. Maybe she was afraid she wasn’t paying enough attention to one of us. While she watches Banks, I slowly slip between her lips. Her mouth open, she stops thinking and just goes with the feeling.
Standing tall above Sulli, I pump my finger inside her, and I cup her cheek while I rock against her mouth, only a few times. Her breath catches, and I pull out.
“Fuck,” she moans, writhing. She watches Banks root a hand to the side of the trailer and come hard in his palm. Sulli clenches around my finger.
I didn’t even want to try putting two in her. And seeing her hit a climax sends me to mine. I stroke once and release in my hand.
We’re all heavy breath.
“You okay?” I ask Sulli.
She’s smiling and collapses back. “Wow.”
“I feel that,” Banks says in a laugh, grabbing his boxer-briefs. None of us forget the hot springs. Putting on clothes, we head out to the river.
The thirty-minute hike leads to us stripping down again. Dipping into the warm water of this primitive, natural hot spring, like a small alcove in the river. Not found on any website or any map.