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She strokes us in unison.
My abs tense. Banks’ eyes flit from her to me. Yeah, this is happening.
He braces a fist against the foggy glass wall, and as my hand shifts from her head to her squared jaw, Banks gathers Sulli’s hair, holding the strands back as I guide her mouth around my cock.
I watch her in this intimate position and emotions surge.
She’s Sulli.
The girl I’ve kept safe.
The one I’m still trying to keep safe.
The girl I want to be happy, too.
Her lips are around me, and the sight nearly bowls me over. Pleasure punctures every nerve. A groan catches in my throat.
I nail an aroused glare onto the foggy glass. Sulli loves this setting, and I drink up her pleasure. Her eyes rake over my sculpted body that towers over her. His muscular build on her other side.
Sulli sucks tentatively, like she’s unsure of the next move. Blowjob expert, she is not, but her inexperience is far from a turn-off. I just want to be careful with her. To protect her. Make her feel the best she’s ever felt.
That’s all I’ve ever wanted.
I tighten my grip on her jaw, and I arch my waist. Going farther in her mouth, I create back-and-forth friction with ease. She makes a noise around me. Her breath staggers. Blood rushes down.
I clench my own hair. Trying not to come.
She’s stroking Banks with one hand.
I do my best to not thrust far into the back of her throat.
Even as she tries to take more of me. Her eyes scream, faster, Kits.
“Sulli,” I groan out, so close to fucking her face.
With Banks’ hand on her head, he’s feeling her move forward and back. She widens her knees on the ground—like she’s ready to be filled.
Feeling her need for a break, I pull back. My hardness popping out of her mouth, Sulli turns to Banks’ massive cock.
He’s not a fan of blow jobs.
“Easy on him,” I warn Sulli.
“I won’t take you in my mouth or anything, is that okay?” she asks Banks.
He nods. “I’ll let you know if I don’t like something.”
Sulli smiles before licking a trail down his length.
Banks shudders, abs tensing. “Fuck.”
Arousal pools in her green eyes. Lighting me up, and as her tongue circles his tip, she reaches over and strokes me.
My muscles tighten. Burn. I want more. Between her legs. Filling her. Watching her squirm and writhe and come.
Our bodies bow towards Sulli. My fist presses on the foggy wall like Banks’ fist, our knuckles close to brushing, and as we stare down at Sulli, our foreheads nearly touch.
She fists me harder.
“Sulli,” I grunt in pleasure.
Her lips part in shortened breath. She has complete control of us. “Kits…Banks.”
He groans.
I wait for it.
Her lips edge away from his dick.
I crouch down and hook my arms underneath her thighs. Swiftly, I bring her up to my waist as I stand. She gasps, her arms curling around my shoulders. Holding a naked Sullivan Meadows in a front-piggyback is dangerous fudging territory.
My cock edges against her heat.
She dips her head back and devours Banks with a wanting gaze. He kisses her, then she kisses me.
“Let’s stay here, Kits,” she breathes against my lips. “I like it here.”
In the rainforest of her shower.
Banks moves around us, slipping me a readable look.
She frowns at him. “Banks?” Her voice pitches in worry.
“He’s getting condoms.”
She relaxes in my arms. Waiting for Banks, I slowly drop Sulli to the wet, black slate. Her legs and hips and breasts slip down the length of my body before her feet touch the ground. We breathe in a synchronized, ragged tempo. Her hands burn a path along my abs, and I curve an arm around her waist, drawing her closer.
Closer.
She fits perfectly against my body and wraps her arms around me tightly. An emotion pulling between us.
I’m not going anywhere.
That thought barrels through me.
I’m not going anywhere.
It’s okay.
You’re home, Nine.
“Sul,” I whisper.
“I missed you,” she breathes, voice tighter. “I really fucking missed you.”
My chest rises and falls heavily. “I missed you like crazy.” I hug her closer. She holds on. Not letting go.
Can’t live without her.
I’ve known that, but I felt the truth of it.
Banks returns to the shower with the condoms, and his lips subtly lift at me. I can’t help but smile back at him. What would I do without Banks? The age-old question.
The answer: struggle.
Be in pain.
Be miserable.
I want none of those things.
Can’t live without him.
“I missed you too,” I tell him.
He smiles wider, something unsaid passing between us before he breathes, “I love you too, Akara.”
Emotion ripples through the shower. Water slick on the slate, but the faucet is still off. Sulli glances between us, heat coursing. “Who’s going to take me first?”
I turn to Banks. “You want me to fuck her in your arms?”
Sulli’s breath hitches.
Banks starts to smile. “I can fuck her in yours.”
