Page 106 of Wild Like Us
But I don’t want to have sex with her from a bet. It’s not going to mean anything. “Bragging rights,” I say. “What do you want, Banks?”
“Bragging rights sound good to me.” He looks down at her. “And you, mermaid? What do you want if you win?”
“Bragging rights. Always.”
Banks takes one edge of her sleeping bag, and I take the other. We pull it down, exposing her bare breasts. She intakes a shuddered breath at the cold, and her pink nipples are perked.
This isn’t like the shower.
We’re not just friends here.
A tangible pulse beats in the air. Hums between the three of us. We’re less thoughts than we are feelings. All instinct and gut—and right now it’s telling me to keep going. To not let this night end, despite the lines we cross. The boundaries that blur.
It doesn’t much matter.
We neared death. We’re alive.
Isn’t that enough? What else really matters but us? Right here. Right now.
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SULLIVAN MEADOWS
I’m still shivering,but I can’t decipher whether it’s the cold anymore or their eyes on my naked chest. They take a long time just staring, and my breathing deepens as I look between their heady gazes.
My body squirms with overwhelming desires and needs.
And then they both touch me at the same time. Akara’s thumb glides over my right nipple, while Banks’ presses down on my left.Oh fuck, the pressure and sensitivity feels amazing. A breath catches in my throat, my limbs vibrating with pleasure and something deeper that I can’t pinpoint. The something deeper that I feel—I sink into, like soft feathers nestled and cuddled around me.
Don’t forget the bet.
Don’t forget the bet!
I hear the loud chant in the competitive part of my brain.Right.I have a fucking job to do.
Reaching out a hand to Banks and Akara, I fumble against their bare thighs without looking. Trying to find their dicks.
Banks is first to help me. He takes my hand and places my palm on top of his boxer-briefs. My fingers curl around his rock-hard shaft. Fuck, he’s much harder than my nipples.
Akara clasps my right hand and slides my palm up to his thigh, then his crotch. His bulge is beyond firm. I stroke him twice, and his muscles contract.
What would they feel like inside of me? Is it so different from a toy? Just imagining them so close, my pussy throbs. I shouldn’t pictureboth, should I?
One day soon, I’m going to give out afinal roseto onlyoneman, and it’s not fair to the guy I pick or the one I let go to be attached to both. But with what happened tonight—feeling like I lost Banks and Akara—I just want to hold onto each of them.
So maybe I’m fucking selfish. Maybe I’m doing the wrong thing and this’ll come back to bite me later on, but tonight, this feels like the best, mostrightthing I could ever do.
None of us stop.
I run my fingers along their lengths, feeling the fabric molding them.
Their breath comes heavier.
Akara’s thumb still circles my nipple like Banks’. Softly, Akara whispers, “You’re still shaking, Sulli.”
“I’m still cold.” I take a breath. “And now other things too.”
Banks strokes my hair out of my face. “What kind of things?” he asks, taking his hand off my boob the same time as Akara. Like they’re planning this. Coordinating and in sync. Too many times, I’ve caught them speaking to each other through their eyes.
