to taste her so badly. More than that, I crave to get her off and see what makes her squirm the most.
I bite the inside of her thigh and watch her lips break apart in throaty arousal. Her hand dives down to my head. Gripping a handful of my hair.
It’s a scorcher. A thousand blazing degrees in this tent.
She said yes to me going down on her since I asked, but this is her first time being eaten out. And I’m not fucking sure she wouldn’t want Akara first.
I have to be sure.
Before I peel down her panties, I ask Sulli, “You want me here first?”
Sulli presses a hand to her forehead. “Can’t you two just pick? I just don’t want either of you to fucking read into that choice, and I don’t mind either way.”
Volleying that decision to us isn’t that fucking simple.
Akara’s gaze hits me again. Mine hits him.
We both want to go down on her. I’m waiting for him to tell me to move my ass. Maybe he’s waiting for me to just concede all together.
She wants us to pick.
One of us has to give in, and she tenses the longer we take.
I’m about to throw in the towel, just so she doesn’t have to make the painful choice. But Akara suddenly says, “She said yes to you to begin with, Banks. You’re already there.”
I nod, “Right on.”
He nods back.
Sulli instantly relaxes. And I slip my fingers under the band of her panties. Drawing the fabric down her thigh and leg slowly. I savor the way she watches me like she’s pinning each movement to memory. Maybe to get off to later on.
Everything about Sulli is a fist around me, stroking me with heavy friction, and I soak her in too.
Her eyes are on mine, then Akara. She’s watching the way we consume her. Akara kisses her cheek, her nipple, and as I remove her panties, he grips her thigh and spreads her open wider for me.
Careful of her bandage, I clasp her hips, and I lower my head, trailing rougher kisses down the inside of her thigh. I ascend to her pussy.
She watches.
Hell, Akara watches not only Sulli but the way my lips move to the promise land. All the while, his hands roam over her, and he kisses her breasts, ear, lips. Leaving no skin untouched.
The second I kiss her pussy, she squirms.
“Fuck,” she cries.
She tastes fucking amazing. My tongue strokes her clit before I suck the bud and really go to town, and she loses it. Sulli moans so loudly that Akara covers her mouth with his hand before trying to kiss the sounds away.
Her legs jerk, back arches, completely overwhelmed. She was already so aroused and swollen to begin with, I’m not surprised she’s jet-packing to a climax.
I’m hungrier. Akara is a little rougher, making out with Sulli. Our fingers dig deeper in her flesh. Starved for her, and she gets wetter, warmer. Her eyes nearly roll.
A groan rumbles in my chest.
Akara makes a deep noise.
I toy with her clit again. She writhes, crying out in pleasure. Shifting her legs, until Akara braces one leg open, his arm hooked under her knee.
Her hand flies to my head and to Akara’s bicep—but Akara seizes her wrists, pulling her hands above her head.
“Fuckfuckfuck,” she cries.
The intensity is driving me insane. My cock is ready to burst through my boxer-briefs.
As soon as I suck deeper between her thighs and she eyes him and me and the way we have her, she explodes into a peak. Her high-pitched moan could wake RV campers five-minutes away, and Akara is quick to shield her mouth with his hand again.
She’s loud.
I smile. Love that about her.
And I loved going down on her as much as she loved me down there. Best fucking feelings: mutual attraction and satisfaction.
We watch her come down, and Akara kisses her wrists before lowering her arms.
“Holy fuck,” she breathes, then laughs in awe. “So that’s what that feels like?”
We’re all smiling, until car lights suddenly roll towards our campsite. The air sobers. My gaze narrows.
“Shit,” Akara curses. “They’re back.”
Team Apex.
Sulli quickly reaches for her leggings.
I help her shimmy them back on. Akara grabs his radio and asks for updates from SFO.
When Sulli is fully dressed, I grab my gun and leave the tent. Adrenaline doesn’t help my erection right now, it presses painfully against the fabric of my boxer-briefs. Lengthy strides take me to the road beside Booger, and I watch as Team Apex’s Jeep Wrangler