Sulli catches me staring. “What’s that look?”
I want to run my hand over every inch of you. “You’re a total babe, Sul.”
Her lips tic up in a cute smile.
I smile back, and I imagine cupping her tits, pinning her to a bed, driving deep between her thighs. And her overcome face as she unravels in the intensity.
The pleasure.
My cock twitches, and I absentmindedly palm my length, still holding her gaze.
A shallow breath expels between her lips. Hot and bothered, she twists her hair up in a tighter, messier bun. I swear she mutters a soft, “Fuck.”
She’s twenty-one.
And a virgin.
Sometimes I forget she’s a lot younger and inexperienced until these small moments where she’s overwhelmed at my confidence, assuredness, forwardness.
She lowers down into the bath. Water laps at her tits.
I look to Banks. “You next. I’ll squeeze in after.”
He’s clumsier climbing into the tub, and Sulli grabs onto his thighs before he slips. He sinks down, legs bent and spread open so that she can fit between them. I do the same. The hot water feels amazing, and every ache in my muscle screams at me to just relax.
We shift around until we’re all in a comfortable position. With my legs spread, my ankles practically hook with Banks’ ankles, our knees bent out of the water. I rest my back to one side of the tub. Still close to being chest-to-tits with Sulli.
I watch her dip her head beneath the water. Very close to my cock, and then she pops up, combing her wet hair back out of her face.
Shit.
She’s beautiful.
Sulli leans back against Banks’ chest. His arm moves underneath the water, maybe around her waist. Whatever he does, she looks deeply satisfied, easing completely like putty, and that makes me smile.
Sulli squirts some soap into the water and swirls the suds around with her fingers.
My muscles slowly unwind in the hot bath. Relaxation sinking me down. I skate my hand along Sulli’s leg. The hair on her calf feels softer in the water, but I love the prickly Sulli as much as the fuzzy Sulli.
“Goddamn,” Banks exhales as his eyes flutter shut. His arms grip the lips of the tub on either side of him. “I could just fall asleep here and never wake up.”
Sulli slides a palm over his bicep. “No falling asleep then. I want you to wake the fuck up.”
“Me too.” I splash water at him, but Sulli’s face gets doused instead.
Her brows rise. “You do not want to start a splashing fight with me, Kits. I will tidal wave this bathroom.”
Banks chimes in, “Good thing mermaids don’t drown.”
Sulli smiles.
And I lean forward a little. Her tits brush up against my chest as I tell Banks, “We don’t need to test that one.”
She splashes me this time.
I grab her wrist before she can try a second time. Her breath hitches. Shit, my body goes into a full-body alert. Screaming words.
Want.
Need.
Sulli.
I notice more clearly how Banks drops his arm into the water. How he pulls her back tighter to his chest, and he must clasp the inside of her thigh, spreading her legs wider—because her knees knock into the sides of the tub and an aching sound leaves her lips.
I harden. Veins in my cock throbbing. She’s open right in front of me, but the water is murky with soap.
I glide my hand up her hip, over her abs, to her tit, thumbing her soft nipple. Letting it harden from my touch.
She pants softly, her head lolling back against Banks’ shoulder. He drops his head down to kiss her. I watch him slip his tongue into her mouth.
The bathroom suddenly feels stifling hot. All steam.
All feeling.
All arousal.
Make Sulli feel extraordinary is on the agenda. Banks must get the memo too. Our hands move in hot, ravenous waves over her body. She bucks her hips, “Kits. Banks. Fuck…yes.” I’m not even inside of her.
I lean forward and take her nipple between my lips, sucking gently and then firmly. Her body shudders, and I keep her other leg opened as she jerks in arousal. “Oh, fuck.” She whimpers, and her fingers thread through my hair.
I reach up to touch her head, but my elbow knocks into Banks’. Shit.
“Sorry,” I say, pulling back from her tit.
He cracks a smile. “It’s not you, it’s me.” He’s shifting behind Sulli, who’s just trying to catch her breath. “I’m trying not to poke her in the ass.”
I tilt my head. Didn’t realize it, but she is kind of sitting on his lap.
Sulli rests fully against his chest, breathing hard. “I don’t mind being poked in the ass. I like feeling you guys. It’s really fucking hot…knowing how hard you are.”
I rub my lips—am I regretting being in front of her and not behind?
Banks moves her wet hair to the left side of her shoulder, exposing her neck. My blood pumps harder when I watch him sink his lips to the nape of her neck, sucking deeply.
Her aroused eyes—they’re on me.
No bowl of Instant Regret this time.
Her lips part in a heady breath, and I take her wandering hand and guide her palm to my erection. Underneath the water, her fingers curl around the hard length, and she nearly squirms in need.
Her grip around me and her flowing desire is churning mine on high-speed. Banks kisses her neck hungrily, and I clasp her jaw in a strong hand. Our movements rougher, she forgets to jerk me off, and I don’t need her to.
I kiss her like I’m famished, nipping her bottom lip, and I massage her tit. She arches up her hips, her legs jolting in my hold and his hold. We keep her spread open.
“Oh…fuck,” she moans. “Please…”
I’m on fire, burning in the water.
Banks kisses the most sensitive spot of her neck, and his eyes flit to me while he sucks. He’s watching her hand find my cock beneath the water again. She rubs me a few times. I’m watching him drive her crazy. Her body keeps trembling in needy waves.
This give and take is like walking into high voltage. All shockwaves and electrified energy.
I suck her nipple again, and she lets out a raspy breath. Her hand is friction on my length, but I crave to sink between her legs.
Something changes in the room. The temperature kicks up ten notches, and our movements grow more passionate, more urgent. Like this could end.
Like some unforeseen figure just overturned an hourglass and time drains with the sand.
My lips find hers once more, and our kiss siphons oxygen. Banks and I knock elbows again, but this time I don’t apologize. His face is inches from mine as he sucks on her neck, and as his hand cups her breasts, I can feel the tops of his fingers against my chest.
I break from her lips at the same time Banks pulls away from her neck. She breathes ragged breath as her hand slips from my length and grips onto my thigh.
My hard body is pressed against hers while I breathe beside her ear, “We can slow down.”
“I don’t want to slow down,” she says, very raspy. “I want this to last forever.” She touches our hands under the water that hold onto her thighs. “I want to have sex.” She takes a breath. “Tonight.”
She’s a virgin. The thought blares in my head. Be careful with her. I know she’s not even on any kind of birth control.