Savages

 It was about midnight when we all turned over to our sides. Banks cuddling me and I'm spooning Viktor on a makeshift bed in the middle of a hut on the top of a mountain in some tropical island. We had been working for the better part of three weeks loading, unloading, hammering, carving you name it. The facility we were helped build was finally done and we were exhausted. After food a shower and much-needed silliness, we crashed hard.

 Viktor grabbed my thigh in the middle of his sleep. He seems to have restless sleep no matter what. When he dreams heavy I like to be the comfort next to him. Banks slept like a rock. Snoring, grinding his teeth and talking about business infrequently with broken English, he travels all over the world so he dreams in multiple languages, I think it's funny. When Banks dreams heavy he clutches me right as if he were about to float away. 

 It's twilight, the birds are beginning to sing, the stars are still out and Banks hand is between my legs caressing my wetlands waking me from a dreamless compile sleep. I moved my ass deep into his pelvis gyrating in sleepy pleasure. Viktor scoots closer into my chest pulling my leg over his hip giving Banks more access. I let out a soft moan of acceptance, Viktor's head turned. I kissed the back of Viktor's neck in response to Bank's finger play creating heat between my legs and desire in my waking. Viktor slowly turned facing me, keeping my leg wrapped around him, to kiss my forehead in his sleepy wake. I began to kiss Viktor while Banks enters me. I reached for Viktor's manhood in deep bliss trying to keep my noises to a minimum. The tension is exquisite. Banks deepens his resolve which made me scream out in full pleasure. Viktor removed my leg from his hip, stood on his knees and put his manhood in my mouth. He was warm, hard and pulsing with excitement. Banks gripped my hip for a better angle to make more sounds escape while I'm choking on Viktor.