“No, that’s what you want to say.”
Akara rolls his eyes and lets out a heavy breath. I’m not wrong here. He pushes back his wet hair. “Remember, I told Donnelly to suspend his own Twitter account after he kept getting into fights with Farrow-haters. Even if I want to, I personally can’t do what I reprimanded one of my men for, and I can’t play favorites with you, Banks.”
“But I am your favorite,” I mention.
He gives me a look like I’m being ridiculous.
“Just say it.”
“You’re my metamour. Of course you’re my favorite in Omega. They don’t need to see that, man.”
Sulli bites her thumbnail. She’s smiling while listening to us innocently bicker.
“I’m not looking to get in Twitter battles. I’ll just tweet one hashtag,” I tell him. “Sulli the Sea Goddess.”
Sulli’s lips keep rising.
Akara sees her reaction. “Okay.”
“Okay?” I’m shocked, then I nod to him. “You tweet something too.”
“No.”
I frown. “They might speculate that I’m only with Sulli if you don’t defend her with me.”
“That’s fine.” His voice is cut and dry but pained.
Sulli cuts in, “No it’s fucking not.”
Akara looks between us. “We’re not confirming our relationship yet. We all agreed on that. If there’s a way to let this blow over, we’re going to try.”
Sulli steals my phone out of my hand. “Don’t tweet anything then, Banks. Let’s just wait.”
I nod in agreement. If I can’t make it better, then I’m not going to make it worse.
Akara places his phone on the dresser. Still in a towel, he rotates back to us. “More like Sulli the Shrimp.”
Sulli wrestles up to her knees. “Shrimp?”
I boo him.
Sulli grins more. “I’m six glorious fucking feet tall, and you like it, Kits.”
“I do,” Akara smiles with a laugh. “I really do.”
Sulli breathes in the compliment and studies his body, eyeing his crotch a ton. “I show you mine, you show me yours.” Sulli grips the hem of her striped long-sleeve tee and pulls up the fabric. Braless. She flashes Akara her perky boobs.
In a quick second, she yanks the fabric back down.
Heat pools down south.
Akara keeps a hand on the knot of his towel, his playful smile turning lustful. “String bean, you got that backwards. You’re supposed to ask me to show mine first.”
She flushes into a smile. “I did it how I fucking wanted to.”
My mouth curves. “The mermaid makes her own rules.”
Akara stops at the edge of the bed. Chest damp from the shower, his snake tattoo clear as day on his shoulder and upper chest. He’s got some well-defined abs. We’re equal on that front.
Am I attracted to Akara?
The question has struck me more than once, since my talk with Thatcher. Like my brain is searching for evidence to my response to him.
Threesomes are something I’ve found I enjoy with them. But I haven’t found myself reaching over to please Akara. I just want to please her.
Still, the question stays. Unanswered for now.
“I thought we established that I’m the one who makes the rules,” Akara says to me and Sulli.
My fingers slide down to Sulli’s wrist, and I can feel her pulse quicken. To Akara, I say, “If you give them, I’ll follow them.”
“Same,” Sulli says.
“Same?” Akara questions her. “Is that so?”
She nods strongly. “You give me rules, Kits. I’ll follow them.”
My lips quirk. She’s setting herself up for a ride, and I think she knows the danger on the other side.
“Just to be crystal,” Sulli breathes, “I want your cock and his cock inside me while we’re still here…while things are still calm…and we haven’t confronted the whole world yet…”
That need grips hold of me. Whatever hellfire we’re headed for, we have this moment of peace together, right now.
“So I’m not weirded out about having sex in the same house as my parents anymore, but I’d rather them not hear us, if that’s fucking possible. I know I can be loud…”
“It’s possible, Sul,” Akara whispers.
“Okay, good.” She relaxes.
“The two of us are gonna have to be quiet too,” I tell Akara. “Everyone’s packing up today.” That means bodies will be shuffling around outside these doors.
Akara nods strongly. “First rule.” He eyes Sulli. “No talking. Unless something’s wrong, then you need to tell us.”
She tilts her head backwards to me.
“Oh no, mermaid, that rule is just for you.”
Her brows scrunch. “Really—?”
Akara grabs her ankle and tugs her all the way down. Her ass reaches the edge of the bed. Her breath deepens, and I climb off the mattress. When I pass Akara, he whispers to me, “Grab my rope.”
I smile.
So we’re doing this.
“You okay?” Akara asks her.
Brown hair unkempt and wild, Sulli nods, remembering not to talk. God, I want to run my hands all over Sulli and hear her whimper against my lips.
The overcome sounds she makes is an immediate fist around me. Akara agrees, and it’s one of the things we both seek. Make her writhe. Make her cry out.
Quietly, today.
Akara keeps one hand on his towel, the other on her ankle. I’m quick, knowing where he’s kept his rope. I slip the spool of black, synthetic rope from the side pocket of his duffel.
Slicker, faster-moving rope than cotton. I’m not a fucking bondage connoisseur—everything I know is from Akara. He has plenty of experience with knots and restraints.
I hand the rope over.
“Undress her.”
I smile. He’s always good to me.
Her attention veers between Akara and me, like she can’t devour us fast enough. Her chest rises and falls in heavy rhythms, and I rest a knee on the bed while I slip my hands under her striped, long-sleeve tee.
I run my fingers over the curve of her beautiful fucking body, feeling the lines of her abs, and I smile as I pull up her top.
“Arms up, Sulli.” She’s in a daze, keeping her arms locked down, and quickly, she wakes up and stretches her arms above her head.
Top off, I expose her perked nipples. “Someone’s aroused,” I whisper to Akara.
He’s slipping a fast knot around the post of the bed. He glances over, and his lips lift when he sees her breasts.
Sulli squirms, arching her hips.
Arousal pummels me, flaring my nose. Hardening me.
Lord have mercy on my soul.
I want deep inside Sullivan Meadows. She lets out a breathy, raspy sound, and Akara immediately covers her mouth with his hand. We’re both hovered over her, and her desirous eyes ping from him to me.
Akara whispers back to me, “She’s not undressed.” His voice is stern.
Sulli snorts. At me. Like I’m falling behind on the do what Kitsuwon says game.
“You enjoy when he bosses me around?” I ask her.
Flush ascends her neck. Akara uncovers her mouth, straightening back up, and I grip the waistband of her sweatpants. She nods strongly to me.
I lean down, lips brushing her ear. “Me too.” I slowly roll her pants down. “You know why?”
She shakes her head.
“Because it turns you on,” I tell her, and then I tug her bottoms all the way to her calves. She keeps nodding—please, fucking please, don’t stop all over her green eyes.
Akara lets go of her ankle as I slip off her sweatpants completely. I loop my fingers in her panties, brushing my knuckle against her heat.
She quivers and gasps, fisting the reindeer quilt underneath her.
I slowly draw the cotton fabric down her long, long legs. Tossing her panties aside, Sulli is left bare on the bed. Waiting.
Fuck. She’
s the stunner, the gorgeous girl I want to spread open and thrust inside. Instinct says, need in her. Only her.
Sulli locks eyes with me, staring deep like I’m not just a carnal body. I’m not just anyone to this girl, and the feeling of being seen pumps my blood with five-million-degrees of yearning and heat.
My cock throbs.
I wave a hand towards her. “Satisfied?” I ask Akara but stay latched to Sulli’s gaze.
She takes a deeper inhale like I’ve just stroked her clit. Understanding what arouses Sulli has become easier and easier the longer we’re together.
“Almost.” Akara pulls at the rope, tight on the wooden bedpost, and then he takes her foot and whips the rope around her ankle into a specific tie within two seconds. He knots and tells me, “Single-column tie.”
Yeah, I fucked that one up on a shoelace practice.
With one of her ankles restrained to the bed, the heat ratchets up. Christ. I grip the back of my shirt and pull the fabric off my head. Next, I step out of my pants. Sulli watches me, propped up on her elbows. Swiftly, Akara sheds his clothes, until all three of us are naked in the room.
He edges near me, leaving her side. She shivers on the bed.
“Kits? Banks?”
Akara glances back at her. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Then don’t talk, Sullivan,” Akara says firmly.
She exhales a breathy fuck before collapsing back on the bed. Sulli knocks her knees together and then swings them open. She does that on repeat. Open and closed, open and closed, toying with us, and the glimpse of her pussy is fucking killing me.
Akara catches her knee. “You’re begging for your other leg to be tied up, Lady Meadows.”
Her eyes glitter and say, I dare you.
“One ankle at a time. Baby steps.”
She huffs with a peeking smile.
Akara turns back to face me, smiling too. She can’t see him, but he’s enjoying this just as much as her. Just as much as me.
“You first,” Akara whispers.
My brows shoot up. I haven’t gone first yet.
“You’ll be fine,” Akara tells me. “Just go slow, Banks. We’ll switch on and off. She’ll like that.” Yeah, she will. And what she enjoys, I really fucking enjoy.
“Without coming?” I whisper back.
“Yeah, as long as you can hold out.” He squeezes my shoulder. “I’ll get the condoms.” He leaves for my duffel this time.
When I focus back on Sulli, she’s tugging against the restraint on her right ankle, testing the knot.
I smile. “You wish you had a mermaid tail right now?”
She nods, eyes lighting up.
“Wouldn’t do you any good,” I say as Akara passes me the condom. “Akara would just tie up your wrists.”
Sulli lets out a soft, aching whimper—that noise. I bend down and kiss the sound. Her lips urge mine open, but I drive my tongue deeper, and her body pulls up against me.
Fuck. I pry away from her mouth to rip open the packet. Sulli is hawk-eyeing my rock-hard cock. Partially salivating, partially studying how big I am—like she’s imagining every inch filling her pussy.
I sheathe myself, and her lips part in breathy want.
Akara moves to the right side of the bed where her left ankle is unrestrained. He takes her calf in a firm hand and pulls her legs wide open for me.
Her lips stay parted, panting.
I slip my hand along the inside of her thigh. She shudders. Breath heavying. Fuck. My muscles tighten. Clench. Searing need and want rupture through my core.
My fingers slide against her heat, the slickness stirring more cravings through me. “You want to feel how wet she is?” I ask Akara.
“She can’t be that wet,” Akara teases as he steps over.
Sulli gives him her classic competitive stare.
I smile and slide my hand to her soft thigh, keeping my palm planted on her warm skin. Akara is close enough that his waist brushes against me. He slips one finger inside of Sullivan. With her legs spread, I have the best fuckin’ view.
Her hips buck, a softer noise escaping her parted lips. “And…?” she asks Akara.
“And…” Akara whispers. “I told you not to talk.”
“But are you surprised that I’m wet?” She tries to whisper.
Jesus, she’s fucking adorable. “She wants a win,” I tell Akara.
“She wants to best me,” Akara nods in agreement. His eyes flit to her. “You’re very wet…”
She smiles.
“String Bean.”
Her eyes flame again.
He’s smiling. “How about you take another finger?”
Her breath hitches.
Akara nudges me with his foot. She can’t see. He means my finger. With his. Blood pumps harder to my dick, and not breaking my gaze with Sulli, I slip my finger inside her warmth. I can feel Akara’s finger. I can feel her pulsing around me.
She writhes again, her legs twitching in apparent need.
“Settle,” Akara breathes. “We’re not even moving in you, Sul.”
She circles her hips to try to feel more and deeper. Wanting that friction.
Akara pumps his finger inside of her, along my finger. I’m too focused on her eyes, the way she’s drinking in this whole scene. Something else courses through the room. An understanding, a desperation, a rage and passion and peace that feeds us, drives us and overwhelms us—and this isn’t the end.
What I have with them isn’t for a short time.
It has to be for a long time.
Akara removes his finger. Swallowing an emotional, aroused knot, his Adam’s apple bobs. He touches my bicep. “Fuck her,” he tells me.
Sulli hears and lets out a noise I’ve never heard her make. She sounds like an animal in heat.
Akara solidifies next to me, and he lets out a whispered, fuck.
Christ. I’m dying to fill Sulli.
And I’m first.
No hesitation in me now.
He keeps her leg spread, the other attached to the bed post. Resting a knee on the bed, I’m at a better height, and I grip my erection and carefully ease into Sulli. Holy shit. Her tightness and warmth send shockwaves down my body.
Her thighs tremble.
Fuck.
She mouths my name, eyes almost rolling.
I rock once, twice, and she grips the quilt, quivering. Fuck, the friction throttles my senses, and our eyes latch again. I arch into Sulli, but I make sure not to let her take me completely.
Even as she bucks up and tries. Akara keeps her as still as he can, while stroking himself with his free hand.
After a couple more thrusts, sweat built on our skin, I leave her warmth. My cock hates me.
She looks crestfallen for a moment, but her arousal returns as Akara takes my spot. I hold on to her ankle now. Like Akara, I can’t keep my other hand still. I rub myself as I watch him edge up to Sulli’s heat.
“I’m going to plow you until you can’t take it anymore,” Akara whispers deeply, “and then Banks is going to pump inside of you until you struggle to breathe. And then we’re going to trade off and on, off and on, until you crash into a peak.” He kisses her aching lips. “How does that sound?”
I swear she whispers, ravage me.
Akara and I are smiling.
He slowly enters Sulli, his erection slipping inside her pussy. She instantly gasps. His pace starts steady and then quickens in deep, long, fast thrusts. Faster than I’d been. And I have to keep her leg in a firmer grip.
Her hips arc, toes curling, and a cry nearly breaches her lips. She’s on the verge of an orgasm, and Akara pulls out.
She grips the quilt, burying her face in the reindeer fabric for a second.
We switch places.
And we carry on like that.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Sweat builds, her high-pitched noises—we try to catch with our palms. But soon, we’re all heavy fucking bre
ath, raw emotion, and something more. Our gazes cling. Our bodies weld. We’re fastening onto each other, connected deeper, deeper, and deeper. Trying not to let anything outside this room sever the feeling we’ve felt—the feelings we feel. We’re riding and cradling and gripping onto our love.
Emotion stronger than arousal clouds the air, pierces my lungs, and sends me.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
“Banks,” she breaths. “Kits.” We let her say our names.
I can only handle entering Sulli for one quick pump. Akara does the same. Muscles flexed, I’m burning with emotion and need.
Standing so close to Akara, our bodies brush and touch and I don’t fuckin’ care. Sweat is slick. Heat engulfs. Feelings surge.
One solid thrust and then his turn.
One more for him and then it’s mine.
She’s shaking.
Quivering.
Trembling.
Sulli is overcome in this moment, and I’m way too close to the edge.
“I’m gonna come,” I whisper to Akara as he passes me on our switch.
He nods. “Me too.”
I take a deep breath and fill her again. Not all the way. But enough. With a few more thrusts, Sulli twitches, and her body arches up. She contracts, and light reaches my eyes. Fucking… The crescendo to her pleasure wraps tightly around my length, pulsing against me. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck.
Christ.
Breathing hard, I leave Sulli so Akara can release.
She’s coming down from her orgasm, sensitive as hell, and he’s tender with her as he takes his moment to reach a climax inside her.
She shudders, twitching again like she’s reaching another orgasm with him.
Goddamn.
I slip my boxer-briefs on, and after they’re done, I help Akara with the rope. When she’s untied, she lets out a deeper breath. “Fucking whoa,” she tells us. “That was…fuck.”
I smile.
Akara smiles.
“You enjoy that?” I crawl onto the bed next to her and plant a couple light kisses at her neck. She snuggles into me.
Akara kisses her ankle.
“Yeah, I really fucking did.” Her eyes flutter a little. Spent.
Akara climbs into the bed on the other side of her, his arm draped around her waist. She grinds back into him until he shifts even closer.
She mutters, “I never wanted it to end.”
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