Fearless Like Us

by Krista Ritchie

  Sulli chews the corner of her lip and stares at my dick. His dick. Her eyes, though—her eyes are a hand wrapped around my length. Desire pummels. My jaw clenches. Shit. I harden even more.

  She sees.

  I’m not the only one who wants inside her.

  Banks grows too.

  And then she drops to her knees.

  “Sulli,” I breathe out.

  Steam and heat billow around us.

  “I want to, Kits.” Confidence encases every syllable. She’s taken me in her mouth before. But not Banks.

  We move in closer to Sulli and look down at the athletic, competitive American princess.

  I don’t fight this. If I could spend eternity inside these moments with Sulli and Banks, I would. Not just for sex. It’s everything. The calm, the laughter, the peace, the levity, the attraction and heat.

  The love.

  Unrivaled love that I can’t find anywhere else—so am I even surprised that I’m magnetized to these emotions, to them?

  Maybe I should be stronger and pull away. But I can’t.

  I just know today.

  Right now.

  Here.

  Where I’m happiest.

  I nod Sulli on.

  Desire and a smile in her eyes, she wraps her hands around his cock, then my cock.

  Banks lets out a low groan, and I suck in a tight breath. I rest a hand on my head, then my other palm on her wet hair.

  She strokes us in unison.

  My abs tense. Banks’ eyes flit from her to me. Yeah, this is happening.

  He braces a fist against the foggy glass wall, and as my hand shifts from her head to her squared jaw, Banks gathers Sulli’s hair, holding the strands back as I guide her mouth around my cock.

  I watch her in this intimate position and emotions surge.

  She’s Sulli.

  The girl I’ve kept safe.

  The one I’m still trying to keep safe.

  The girl I want to be happy, too.

  Her lips are around me, and the sight nearly bowls me over. Pleasure punctures every nerve. A groan catches in my throat.

  I nail an aroused glare onto the foggy glass. Sulli loves this setting, and I drink up her pleasure. Her eyes rake over my sculpted body that towers over her. His muscular build on her other side.

  Sulli sucks tentatively, like she’s unsure of the next move. Blowjob expert, she is not, but her inexperience is far from a turn-off. I just want to be careful with her. To protect her. Make her feel the best she’s ever felt.

  That’s all I’ve ever wanted.

  I tighten my grip on her jaw, and I arch my waist. Going farther in her mouth, I create back-and-forth friction with ease. She makes a noise around me. Her breath staggers. Blood rushes down.

  I clench my own hair. Trying not to come.

  She’s stroking Banks with one hand.

  I do my best to not thrust far into the back of her throat.

  Even as she tries to take more of me. Her eyes scream, faster, Kits.

  “Sulli,” I groan out, so close to fucking her face.

  With Banks’ hand on her head, he’s feeling her move forward and back. She widens her knees on the ground—like she’s ready to be filled.

  Feeling her need for a break, I pull back. My hardness popping out of her mouth, Sulli turns to Banks’ massive cock.

  He’s not a fan of blow jobs.

  “Easy on him,” I warn Sulli.

  “I won’t take you in my mouth or anything, is that okay?” she asks Banks.

  He nods. “I’ll let you know if I don’t like something.”

  Sulli smiles before licking a trail down his length.

  Banks shudders, abs tensing. “Fuck.”

  Arousal pools in her green eyes. Lighting me up, and as her tongue circles his tip, she reaches over and strokes me.

  My muscles tighten. Burn. I want more. Between her legs. Filling her. Watching her squirm and writhe and come.

  Our bodies bow towards Sulli. My fist presses on the foggy wall like Banks’ fist, our knuckles close to brushing, and as we stare down at Sulli, our foreheads nearly touch.

  She fists me harder.

  “Sulli,” I grunt in pleasure.

  Her lips part in shortened breath. She has complete control of us. “Kits…Banks.”

  He groans.

  I wait for it.

  Her lips edge away from his dick.

  I crouch down and hook my arms underneath her thighs. Swiftly, I bring her up to my waist as I stand. She gasps, her arms curling around my shoulders. Holding a naked Sullivan Meadows in a front-piggyback is dangerous fudging territory.

  My cock edges against her heat.

  She dips her head back and devours Banks with a wanting gaze. He kisses her, then she kisses me.

  “Let’s stay here, Kits,” she breathes against my lips. “I like it here.”

  In the rainforest of her shower.

  Banks moves around us, slipping me a readable look.

  She frowns at him. “Banks?” Her voice pitches in worry.

  “He’s getting condoms.”

  She relaxes in my arms. Waiting for Banks, I slowly drop Sulli to the wet, black slate. Her legs and hips and breasts slip down the length of my body before her feet touch the ground. We breathe in a synchronized, ragged tempo. Her hands burn a path along my abs, and I curve an arm around her waist, drawing her closer.

  Closer.

  She fits perfectly against my body and wraps her arms around me tightly. An emotion pulling between us.

  I’m not going anywhere.

  That thought barrels through me.

  I’m not going anywhere.

  It’s okay.

  You’re home, Nine.

  “Sul,” I whisper.

  “I missed you,” she breathes, voice tighter. “I really fucking missed you.”

  My chest rises and falls heavily. “I missed you like crazy.” I hug her closer. She holds on. Not letting go.

  Can’t live without her.

  I’ve known that, but I felt the truth of it.

  Banks returns to the shower with the condoms, and his lips subtly lift at me. I can’t help but smile back at him. What would I do without Banks? The age-old question.

  The answer: struggle.

  Be in pain.

  Be miserable.

  I want none of those things.

  Can’t live without him.

  “I missed you too,” I tell him.

  He smiles wider, something unsaid passing between us before he breathes, “I love you too, Akara.”

  Emotion ripples through the shower. Water slick on the slate, but the faucet is still off. Sulli glances between us, heat coursing. “Who’s going to take me first?”

  I turn to Banks. “You want me to fuck her in your arms?”

  Sulli’s breath hitches.

  Banks starts to smile. “I can fuck her in yours.”

  “Holy…fuck.” Her eyes widen. “Is this, really—?”

  “It’s happening.” I quickly and easily lift Sulli in a front-piggyback again.

  Her smile explodes.

  She totally flexes her strength and makes a show of supporting herself on me. Arms wrapped around my shoulders, legs tight around my waist.

  She says, “How’s that for a fucking string bean?”

  “Not bad, string bean.”

  She laughs with emotion in her eyes. “Say it again.”

  “Super strong, string bean.”

  “Again.”

  I nuzzle closer. “I love you, string bean.”

  We kiss. But not for long. With one hand on her ass for support she doesn’t really need, I reach my hand out as Banks passes me a condom.

  Ripping it open, I sheathe myself.

  Banks is behind Sulli, and she leans her weight against him. Shoulders to his chest, Sulli slightly turns her head. They kiss and kiss, and when they pry their lips off, he sucks on the nape of her neck.

  She lets out a whimper, her eyes on me.<
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  Getting her off is peak fun for me—and I slip a couple fingers inside Sulli. She’s already soaked.

  While Banks and I are standing, I hold underneath her thighs, and I carefully ease inside Sulli, heat inviting me in with warmth. She gasps at the fullness. Her thighs tremble.

  I let out a groan. My eyes want to roll back. She’s so tight around me.

  She clutches my shoulder and Banks’ bicep, and I’m on fire. Dying to push in and out in a hypnotic, mind-altering rhythm.

  I sweep her features, ensuring she’s okay, and I thrust in that deep, pleasured pace.

  “I can’t…” Sulli looks between us, melting. Melting. She cries out as I keep moving. “Kits. Kits. Banks.” He circles her nipples with his thumb.

  “You can’t take me?” I ask against her lips. “You can’t take this?” I don’t stop moving inside Sulli.

  She breathes back, “It feels so…fucking…” She whimpers as she watches my cock disappear between her legs.

  I swallow a groan. “That’s inside you, Sul,” I whisper. “You want Banks inside you next?”

  “Fuck, yes.” Her fingers tighten on me. Probably Banks too. Gripping like she’s going to plummet a thousand feet.

  Still standing up, I shift my hands to her hips. I pump Sulli up and down on me. She leans more against Banks, relaxing into the movement.

  He dips his head and takes her mouth in his. They kiss as I make love to her pussy.

  Quickening my pace, she breaks from his lips to let out another high-pitched cry. The sound is one I treasure. It stirs me to move faster, harder.

  Her mouth is agape, breath jettisoning from her body in overcome waves. Her eyes are lost in us, and my muscles burn. I love you, Sulli.

  I love you.

  I will always love you.

  She holds onto Banks for support. I feel her pulsate around my cock. Her eyes roll, and the image sends me over.

  I don’t stop thrusting until my climax hits me in a solid force. Her orgasm throbs me more, and I quickly slip out so that he can have her.

  Keeping her in my arms, I hike her higher on my waist and I spread her wider. “He’s going in from behind,” I tell Sulli as she tries to see him.

  He has the perfect angle.

  “In my ass?” she asks with raised brows, like she’s game for anal sex right now.

  “No way in hell,” Banks says.

  She frowns. “Why not?”

  I try not to smile. “For one, we don’t have lube. For another, you’re still pretty new to sex. We’re not throwing you into the major leagues.”

  “A league I’ve never entered,” Banks tells her.

  “I have,” I note.

  Sulli is very interested. Her eyes light up with questions, but we’ll have time to discuss more.

  This isn’t the end.

  For better or for worse, I made a choice the moment I stepped into the shower. Maybe even the moment I went to the doctor’s office.

  And I’m not turning back around.

  Lifting Sulli a little higher again, Banks holds her ass. She looks over her shoulder. Watching him slip up into her heat.

  Her breathing quickens from the new position.

  “You okay?” Banks and I ask at the same time.

  “Yeah, yeah. Fuck. Keep going.” Her lips part.

  I have the best view of his cock sinking into her so very slowly.

  “Oh my fucking God,” she moans into a cry, her legs quaking in my grip.

  I’m getting hard again.

  “Banks,” she cries. “Banks.” Her thighs twitch and shake.

  “You’re alright,” Banks says against her ear.

  “Breathe,” I tell Sulli.

  I watch her take a deep inhale. And then he rocks in, out, in, out. Her lips part in a perfect O. Her eyes fixed to me; he pumps inside her heat with deep grunts.

  She cries out our names.

  Another orgasm ripples through her, her abs tightening. Her toes curl and she lets out the sweetest sounds.

  Then Banks curses, “Fuck.”

  Not a good fuck. He keeps cursing. Alarm shoots through me. What the hell happened? She’s okay. He’s not okay.

  He pulls out but keeps Sulli in his arms.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, and rub Sulli’s thigh softly, keeping her calm.

  He shakes his head at me like he can’t say. The leaks. Right.

  “Did I do something…?” Sulli asks.

  “No,” Banks says quickly. “It was me.”

  Pulling a hand away from Sulli, he shows us the condom between his fingers.

  It’s ripped.

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  This can’t be happening. Like I know condoms aren’t made out of impenetrable material, but fuck, they should be! Banks 100% came inside of me.

  Which would be sexier if I were on birth control.

  Cum. Literal cum fuck.

  I could roll the dice. Not take Plan B.

  But the anxiety that rushes up is enough to push me towards a drugstore. Banks and Akara offered to go for me. Just so I can avoid the paparazzi.

  Fucking tempting. Especially after the flour-bomb. But I thought about Wise Words from Maximoff & Jane, and they’d tell me not to hermit away from the world. When the HaleCocest rumor circulated, my cousins actively went into the world with the FanCon Tour. And I want to be with Banks and Akara as they adventure off to the drugstore.

  I don’t want to miss out.

  Twenty minutes into the car ride to the drugstore, paparazzi chase after Booger. I sink further in the backseat. Luckily, they’re easier to shake off than after the New Year’s Eve party. Evening Philly traffic is worse than the media right now.

  Banks loses the tail and parks beside a curb, right outside the drugstore.

  Over a week has passed since Banks and I confirmed our relationship, and it’s obvious that’s the reason paparazzi are less aggressive and less active around me. It’s not as juicy as the triad rumor.

  Even the swimmers at Warwick cranked down their whispering around me. Coach Reed boasted about keeping Banks and my relationship a secret. I’ll give him some credit. He never fucking blabbed about the half-truth Akara told him at the pizzeria.

  The big kicker: Fans online speculate the leak’s validity, and I think most truly believe that the idea of a poly relationship is too unusual and outlandish to be real.

  It is real.

  I hop out of Booger. The black-furred Newfie leaps out behind me. Holding Orion’s stars-and-planets leash tight, I make sure this burst of puppy energy doesn’t race off. With Luna in class today and visiting Eliot and Tom tonight, I offered to dog-sit.

  Orion races for the nearest tree by the parking meter. “Good boy,” I tell him, then check left and right. Akara and Banks are already scanning our surroundings.

  No paparazzi. No fans in sight. Mayhem gone. What a fucking reprieve. Guilt tugs at me for even letting out a breath of relief. Being relieved is like sticking a gold star next to Akara’s break-up plan, and I want to X it out of existence.

  When their tense features seem to unwind in an all-clear, Akara says to Banks, “I just don’t see how it happened. You were being careful.”

  We haven’t spoken about the condom break until the last few minutes of the car ride when paparazzi stopped eating our ass.

  Banks grimaces, torn up. “It might’ve been the position.”

  I elbow his side. “It’s not your fault.” Orion starts peeing, and I turn my back so he can take a leak in semi-private.

  Banks narrows his gaze down the street. “Whose fault could it be then, the fuckin’ Boogeyman?”

  “The Boogeyman is totally to fucking blame. And the condom manufacturer and the person who created condoms and—”

  “The size of my cock,” he says pointedly.

  “No,” I shoot back.

  “She’s right,” Akara says, surveying the street too, then eyeing him. “This isn’t on you.”

  Banks
eases a little. “Alright, I’m cool like the wind.”

  “Are you?” I question.

  “No,” he admits, “but I’m trying to be. Putting you in this position is never gonna sit right with me. That’s all.” He lifts his shoulders. Banks cares more about me.

  Have I been freaking out about a pregnancy?

  Is the sky fucking blue?

  I had a “panic” face apparently in the car. To which I told them it was a two-thirds “pregnant panic” and one-third “paparazzi panic”. Their concern blanketed me all the way here.

  I keep imagining Banks’ sperm swimming up inside me. Please do not create a literal Mini Meadows. I want to be a mom on my own timeline. No accidents.

  Banks stares deeper into me.

  I breathe in, and I step closer. “You know—if I had to go through this with anyone, I’m just glad it’s you and Akara and not someone like Will Rochester.” My ex-boyfriend was nice, but I already know I would’ve been calling up Kits and Banks to help me get Plan B. In every scenario, they’re the ones I trust the most.

  They each have my whole fucking heart.

  Banks wears that almost-smile. He curves an arm around my shoulders. Hugging me. He whispers in my ear, “I’m here for you, Sulli. Whatever you need.”

  I hug back just as strong.

  Booger shields us a little bit from the few cars that pass along this street. Akara and Banks know Philly like the back of their hands, and they said this area doesn’t get much foot traffic.

  They’re right. We’re practically alone.

  Sun descending in an evening glow, it’s nice being outside without the chaos and onlookers. The handful of pedestrians who pass don’t pay us any notice.

  As I break away from Banks, I say, “Maybe I should go back on birth control.”

  “You hated it,” Akara reminds me.

  Banks adds, “Don’t go back on it for us.”

  For us.

  I start to smile, then falter. Akara hasn’t officially said he wants to be in a relationship with me and Banks again. Until he says the words, I’m going to keep my expectations low. Like under the ground. Just so disappointment can’t touch me.

  But I can’t deny how good it felt having Akara back. Like coming up for air after a long swim. I hang on to those feelings. And I hope.

  Just as I go to speak, Banks’ phone rings.