Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 162567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 813(@200wpm)___ 650(@250wpm)___ 542(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162567 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 813(@200wpm)___ 650(@250wpm)___ 542(@300wpm)
“I can’t,” she cries a phrase she often says when she’s about to come. And she’s already come once during this.
“You can take him,” I whisper against her ear.
She moans.
It’s killing me.
“You better come,” I whisper.
“Not…yet, notyet,” she pants. “Keep going. Don’t fucking…stop.”
Banks and I switch, and as soon as I’m inside Sulli, she clenches around me, “Shit,” I grit into a groan, coming as I thrust forward. Black spots dance in my vision.
She pulsates around my cock, almost hitting a peak. But she’s resisting. I milk the climax with two more pumps, then pull out. While I discard my used condom, Banks is inside Sulli again. His movements grow harder, deeper. She shivers. Trembles.
Arousal snakes through my body, and I grow hard again. His grunts, her moans, they fill the air, and as Sulli writhes, Banks turns to look at me, a question in his eyes.
I give him a nod.
He lifts Sulli up, keeping himself inside her, and I tear open another condom. Grab some lube, and while Banks is standing with Sulli in his grasp, I come up behind our girlfriend.
“Kits,” she pants, seeing us in front and behind her—she lets out a tiny, wanting whimper.
“Fuck,” Banks groans and his aroused gaze hits me like, you better hurry up, man.
I slip my hand along her waist. “Breathe, Sul.”
She inhales.
I tease around her ass, and she leans forward, more into Banks’ chest. But she cranes her neck to watch me, and I gently slide into her—the sensation wraps around me in a vice, and my breath catches. “Sulli,” I groan, flexing forward.
She trembles. “Fuck, fuck.”
“You alright?” Banks asks.
She nods, “Yeah, holy fuck. Holyfuck.”
We’re both inside our girlfriend, and Banks grips her legs harder, tighter. While I hold her waist, I push further in, and Banks thrusts carefully into her pussy. In slow movements, we find a hypnotic rhythm together—what feels like pure ecstasy and bliss—and we watch Sulli lose her shit.
Her eyes roll, limbs tremble, and we’re saying her name with heavy breath, deep groans.
“BanksKitsfuck…” Sulli’s words taper off into a primal sound of need and want as she closes in on a peak.
From behind, I cup her breast and squeeze, thumb flicking her nipple.
She leans back against my shoulder in a cry while Banks thrusts deeper. His movement pushes me inside her more.
She can barely keep her eyes open. “I can’t…I can’t…”
I’m on the precipice of losing my shit, and Banks is only a few pounds away from reaching his.
“Come for him,” I whisper to her.
She erupts and arches into a scorching orgasm.
“Fuck. Sulli,” Banks grunts, staying inside while she cries out. While he comes too.
I hear them. I feel them.
It sends me.
I release with the same mind-numbing body high. More heavy breathing and soft whimpers of pleasure puncture the air. Slowly, Banks and I pull out. He carefully shifts Sulli so he’s cradling her in his arms, and after coming down and checking on our girlfriend, we all find ourselves collapsed onto the locker room floor.
Wiped. Emotionally spent.
Our chests rise and fall heavily.
Sulli lies face-down on top of both of us. Left arm spread over Banks’ chest. Right arm spread over mine. I cup the back of her head tenderly. Banks places his palm on her ass, and then he touches the top of my head in the same tender affection that I’m touching Sulli.
“That was…fucking wow,” she breathes.
“Fucking wow,” Banks says in agreement.
“Effing wow,” I add.
They both laugh.
We’re all quiet. Peace lies inside our sanctuary. Where it’s just us three. I want to remember this moment and feeling. Like a snapshot in time. Where we’re all in harmony and whole before the world tries to rip us apart again and again. And again.
Love inside the chaos.
As we lie here, as my mind wanders, my lips slowly rise.
There is no doubt, no indecision on my part, no wavering, no questioning, no backtracking or leaving. I believe in the strength of us.
52
SULLIVAN MEADOWS
NOW
We leave the library, and I feel a little drained from dodging Jane all night, so I’m extra thankful when my mom calls. It’s a nice cherry on top of a slightly burnt cupcake.
“Hi, Mom.” I curl up on the rooftop bucket swing. A new addition thanks to Luna. She likes to write here, and I can’t deny it’s the comfiest thing on the patio.
Akara and Banks followed me up here, but they currently jump into the pool for a late-night dip. I pull my eyes off my boyfriends to focus on FaceTime.
Potted ferns surround my mom while she’s tucked on the window nook. Goldilocks sleeps on her lap. “How’s the party? Any food fights yet?” She has a wicked smile like she’s the one up to no good. No matter how old I get, my mom never seems to age. Youthfulness is so a part of her soul that I imagine she’ll live forever. Even if I know it’s not true.