her is defined muscle. Her legs are leaner than her broad-shoulders, and the dark hair on her pussy is fueling my need.
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