far,” Akara says, and as he strides to the tub, I see what’s in his hand. Two condom packets. This is happening. My abs clench expectantly. Excitement rushes through my veins like I’m just about to take the starting block before a swim heat.
“How does this work?” I ask.
The intensity of their gazes bears down on me suddenly. I quickly add, “I’m aware of how sex fucking works—”
“We know you know that,” Banks says, assuring me.
“Plus”—I lean my head back against his shoulder, staring up at him—“I know a ton of fucking positions, too. Porn really helped with that.”
The way he looks down at me is with a headiness that steals my breath, and he grows harder against me. My pulse descends between my legs. “What kind of porn does a mermaid watch?” he asks huskily, eyes falling to my lips.
“Different things,” I say, a little distracted by Akara. He steps into the bathtub again, condoms still in his fingers. The water keeps draining, my naked body more in view and the cold nipping at my skin.
“Even DP,” I add. Though that’s not usually a regular go-to for me.
Akara stiffens.
“Double penetration,” I clarify.
“I know what DP stands for, string bean.” He sinks down into the tub. Our bare knees knock into each other. Banks plugs the drain back up, leaving only a couple inches of water. It feels like I’m sitting on a sandbar with a layer of ocean.
I take a breath. There’s a reason I brought it up, and I think Akara’s connecting the dots. So I just come out and say it, “In case you both don’t want to choose who goes first, I just thought I’d throw that fucking out there as an option.”
Banks puts his hands atop my head. His face is caught between amusement, a laugh, and a little shock.
“That’s very considerate of you, Sul,” Akara says, kneeling in front of me. His cock looks harder than I’ve ever seen it. He cups my kneecap, carefully parting my legs. “But you’re not taking two dicks at the same time when you’ve never had one.”
“Go big or go home,” I say into a grin.
Banks laughs, his chest rising and falling against my back.
My grin falters as my breath shallows, especially as Banks’ hand slips to the inside of my thigh. He pulls my left leg open more, like he did earlier tonight.
I really fucking love when he does that. And I loved how Akara had possession of my other leg earlier too.
In the water tonight, I just feel so safe with them. Like I really could bask in this pleasure and emotion for eternity.
Can I live in this tub? I have everything I need here.
Banks and Akara talk through their eyes for a single second, and then Akara tells me, “Unless you have an issue with it, I’m going to take your virginity. Banks is going to watch.”
Fuck, wow.
“It was that easy to make the decision?” I thought there’d be a longer debate between them.
Banks looks down at me. “I’m not small.”
“Neither is Akara,” I point out the fucking obvious which is staring at me and making me squirm with desire.
“It’s going to fit,” Akara tells me like he thinks that’s my hang-up.
“Fuck, I know it will fit.” Talking about their dicks entering me is lighting up all my sensitive nerves. I ache more and more for their touch. I want their hands roaming my body again.
“My size might hurt you if I go first,” Banks explains. “I’m bigger, Sulli. Hell, it still might hurt the first time me and you have sex, but at least you’ll be more ready to take me if you still want to.”
“I want to,” I say, not missing a beat.
Akara’s brows are furrowed. “Would you rather Banks go first?”
In Yellowstone, I’ve imagined having sex with each of them a million different ways. In some, Banks takes my virginity. In others, Akara does.
So I say the truth, “I’ve pictured either way, but if you two think it’ll hurt less this way, then I want you to go first, Kits.”
I can tell they were hoping I’d say that because they both ease.
Akara rips the condom packet with his teeth, and Banks runs his hand along my thigh, his arm curved around my waist, and as my leg dips, he stretches it back again.
I’m not certain how opened I need to be or if I should tilt my pelvis up for Akara. “How should I…?”