They both seem to force themselves away from the bed. Like I’m a siren calling them into the water to their demise.
“Are we going to…?” I trail off, watching Banks pry off his gun, his radio. Akara does the same, working carefully as they store their weapons.
Next to come off are their clothes.
Banks yanks his tee over his head. Akara sheds his pants. I eat up their bodies that come into clearer view. Akara’s inked shoulder and upper-chest, and the lines of his sculpted abs. Banks’ muscular build, the hair that tracks down to his bulging package, molded against navy boxer-briefs. And Akara’s V-line that points towards his hardened cock, hidden behind black boxer-briefs.
“Are we going to what?” Akara asks, sliding his boxer-briefs down. He’s totally naked, his erection standing at attention. I imagine him filling me.
I breathe, “Are we going to bone?”
He smiles. “You want his boner?”
“And yours.” I eye them, breathing heavier. “I really want to feel close. I want you back on me. I want you up against me. I want you inside me. I never want you to leave me.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Banks promises.
“I’m here,” Akara whispers. Like he can see that’s not enough, he repeats, “I’m here, I’m here. I’m here.” His words breathe into my spirit. Lifting me.
Banks removes his last piece of clothing. He’s so hard, and I’m so fucking wet. What a great fucking combo. Let’s go. Condoms are out. Condoms are on. They exchange looks to each other. They actually whisper to each other.
Planning something.
I writhe into the quilt, hips bucking, and my hand travels down my belly, nearing my clit.
“Get her,” Akara tells him.
Banks scoops me in his arms, and instinctually, my legs wrap around his waist, his lips are on mine, and we’re kissing with forceful need again. Until I feel him climb further onto the bed with my ass in his hands, and I break for breath and see where I’m going.
He’s on his knees, and he tucks me to his chest. Swiftly, he’s on his back, lying flat against the mattress, and I’m straddling him, lowering closer to his muscular build.
Banks’ hand encases my cheek, our foreheads close. “You ready to take us both, mermaid?”
Shock lies beneath utter desire. I practically moan thinking about Akara and Banks being inside me together. With candlelight flickering, with this string of vulnerability twisting around our hearts and souls, and I nod quickly. “I’m fucking…”
Ready. The word is lost as I look up into the mirror, the one that lies above the short, iron headboard. Akara has climbed onto the bed. A bottle of lube is in his hand.
He’s staring straight into my melting gaze with the same emotional look Banks is giving me. The look that says, I love you, Sulli. We’re going to take care of you and make you feel good, Sulli. Breathe, Sulli.
“You’re fucking what?” Akara asks.
“Ready,” I breathe, watching him through the mirror as he lubes his erection with two strokes. Oh my fuck. They’ve never done double penetration before, but they seem confident. I doubt they’d even try if they weren’t.
I grind a little against Banks. Wanting friction and fullness and closeness and them.
He sits up some and stares down at me. He has my ass in his hands. I cling to his gaze. To Akara’s gaze through the mirror. Watching as Banks lifts me up and carefully sinks me onto his hardness.
I gasp, another noise catching. “BanksBanksBanks.” I careen forward into him. Forehead on his shoulder, I shudder.
“Sulli?” he pauses, breathing heavier. “Talk to me.”
“Holy fuck.” It’s a lot. The instant pressure tenses my body.
“Sulli.” He’s about to pull me off, but I dig my fingers into his bicep and moan, “Keep fucking going.” My eyes roll at the building sensitivity. I try to add friction, to take more of him inside me.
“She’s okay,” Akara breathes, massaging the small of my back.
I clench around Banks, and he curses into a low grunt. And he tells Akara, “She’s fuckin’ swollen around my cock.”
Akara smiles, his gaze meeting mine in the mirror as he says, “She’s about to feel swollen around two cocks.”
I pulsate.
Banks stifles another groan.
“Please, thrust. Fucking thrust.” I want mind-blistering orgasms to ripple through me. I want their bodies closer than close.
Banks doesn’t move though.
I whimper.
He kisses my cheek. “We’re going to thrust. Just hold on.”
We’re.
I’m glued to that word.
Banks lowers his elbows to the mattress. I’m practically attached to his chest. Following the movement, and he draws my hips further down onto him.
I take more of Banks between my legs. My breath hitching, I watch him disappear into me. Instead of thrusting or rocking against me, he reaches between our bodies and circles my clit with his thumb. I quake and cry into his chest.
“Fuckfuck.” I’m lit up and waiting for Akara.
I feel his waist pressed up against my ass. He now holds my hips instead of Banks. Candlelight casts more shadows on us, and the dizzying smell of donuts mixes with their musk and something feminine.
Akara bends forward, just to kiss me. Tongue slipping into my mouth, hands carving lines down my body. When he breaks away, he says, “Take a breath for me.”
I inhale and watch him through the mirror.
He’s knelt behind my ass. He glances to Banks, they speak through these brief glances, then Kits breathes, “Relax, Sul.”
“I’m trying,” I rasp, the anticipation swelling up inside me. Banks is literally in me. It takes everything not to grind against Banks. Not to dig deeper.
I watch Akara run a hand along my ass. I feel the cool sensation of lube on my skin.
His deep brown eyes lock with mine, and it feels like I’m lost in those beautiful orbs. His black hair falls a little in his eyelashes. “If anything hurts at any time,” he says, “what do you say?”
“Octopus,” I say my safe word that I’ve been using since Akara started tying me up more often. “Or That really fucking hurts.”
“Good.” Akara runs a hand down my leg. “Now breathe.”
I let out a soft breath. Inhale. Exhale.
Banks stops touching my clit when Akara slowly slides into me. I’m suddenly aware he’s bigger than the toy I’ve used as practice. The fullness is too much for a moment, and my eyes cinch tight. After a second, I let out a breath and try to relax. New sensations build up through me. I moan a little into Banks’ neck, and he strokes hair out of my face as Akara flexes into me.
“Sul?” Akara asks, seeing me twitch, maybe.
“Fuck,” I curse, shaking. This feeling…is unlike anything. We’re all soaking in the way we’re together, and their necks strain like they’re doing everything not to take me hard and deeper. What we’re all craving, but I’m betting it’d be too much—because this is a ton.
Akara takes a risk and rocks in and out a little more.
I see him fuck me through the mirror, and Banks thrusts up into me. I breathe like I’m climbing Everest, the peak of all peaks. “I…fuck,” I cry.