Sunlit Desires

The Silverton heat was relentless, and even the shade offered no relief. Ana walked beside Tim, clutching a paper bag from the sex shop: lace lingerie, a corset, and that fox-ear-and-tail set that still made her cheeks burn. The kiss with Kira, Tim’s gazes, her own arousal from their attention—it all swirled in her head like a cocktail that left her dizzy. What am I doing? It was… too much. She glanced at Tim, caught his relaxed smile, and realized he was savoring the moment.

Tim strode beside her, his steps light, his mood buoyant. His gray t-shirt clung to his chest, highlighting his muscles, and he shot Ana glances filled with anticipation. Ana and Kira… that kiss… damn, it was hot. They hit it off so well… I was worried if they’d accept each other. He stopped, turning to Ana, his voice low but laced with a playful edge.

“Anna, we need to talk. About what happened in the shop.”

Ana froze, her green eyes meeting his, a flicker of uncertainty in them. She gripped the bag tighter, her nails digging into the paper.

“Okay,” she said softly, her voice tinged with hesitation. “But not here. Let’s go home. This heat is killing me.”

Tim nodded, and they headed to Mark’s apartment. Inside the cool hallway, Ana tossed the bag onto the couch and turned to Tim, arms crossed.

“Well?” she said, her voice trembling but defiant. “What do you want to say? Are you mad about Kira? About that kiss? Or the salesman?”

Tim stepped closer, his eyes darkening but sparkling with genuine joy. He ran a hand through his hair, smiling.

“Mad? No, Anna, I’m… damn, I’m thrilled,” he admitted, his voice warm and eager. “That kiss… you and her… it was… incredible. I couldn’t look away. And I’m so glad you and Kira hit it off. That’s all I’ve been thinking about—how you’d accept each other. But Kira… she’s just amazing. And Danil… well, I told you…”

Ana blinked, her lips parting in surprise. She’d expected reproach, not this unabashed delight. Her arms dropped, and she stepped toward him, touching his chest, feeling his heart pound beneath her fingers.

“Tim,” she whispered, her voice softening but still laced with worry. “I love you. Only you. What happened with Kira… it was a game. For fun, for… a show. But I don’t want anyone else.” She paused, her cheeks flushing. “But I won’t lie. I… I liked it. And I saw how you and Danil were watching. It turned you on too, didn’t it?”

Tim grinned wider, his hands settling on her waist, fingers lightly squeezing her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. He nodded, his gaze burning with desire.

“Yeah,” he breathed. “And it… it drives me wild. When you’re like that… so uninhibited, so… damn sexy… I lose my mind. Want you even more. And Kira… she adds fuel to the fire.”

Ana smiled, her fingers sliding up his neck, pulling him closer until their lips were an inch apart.

“Then let’s figure this out together,” she whispered, her voice lower, with a slight rasp. “Kira… she’s like a spark. She ignites us. But it doesn’t mean I want her instead of you.”

Tim felt his body respond to her words, his smile widening as warmth spread through his chest. Something more? Damn, I want that… I want them both… The thought of being with Ana and Kira sent a thrill through him. Just then, Ana’s phone buzzed on the table. She pulled back, glancing at the screen, and smiled when she saw the name.

“It’s Kira,” she said, picking up the phone. Tim nodded, his eyes gleaming with anticipation, watching as she answered.

“Kira, hey,” Ana began, her voice warm but cautious. “We just got home… Listen, there’s a chill spot on our roof. A little oasis with loungers. Wanna come over? We can sunbathe, relax.”

Kira’s voice on the other end was, as always, vibrant and energetic.

“Anna, that sounds awesome! Count me in! I love tanning, and after our little show in the shop, I definitely need to cool off. I’ll head over—just send the address!”

Ana gave her the address, and Tim’s expression made it clear he was excited to see Kira. She ended the call and turned to him, her eyes searching for his reaction.

“You’re okay with this, right?” she asked, her voice soft but tinged with worry. “I thought it could be fun, we’d relax and maybe grab a bite later.”

Tim laughed, his voice brimming with enthusiasm.

“Of course I’m okay! Kira’s a blast. Let’s have some fun.”

Ana smiled, squeezing his hand. Half an hour later, a knock came at the door, and Kira burst into their small room like a whirlwind. Her twin high ponytails bounced, secured with pink scrunchies, and she carried a small beach bag. She wore a short floral sundress that barely covered her thighs and white sneakers, which she kicked off, going barefoot. As she bent to toss her bag onto the couch, her dress rode up, flashing bright pink bikini bottoms with a tiny bow on the side.

“Alright, I’m ready to chill!” she chirped, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Ana. “I nearly melted on the way here. Where’s this roof?”

Ana hesitated, her cheeks flushing slightly. I forgot about the key… Mark said the lounge area is locked. She glanced at Tim, who was already peeling off his t-shirt, revealing black swim trunks, and felt a pang of doubt. If I go to Mark… it could complicate things. But… I want us all to have a good time.

“Wait a sec,” she said, trying to mask her nervousness. “I need to grab the roof key. Mark keeps it.”

Tim nodded. “Sure, go ahead. We’ll wait.”

Ana left the room, leaving Tim and Kira discussing which sunscreen to use. She hurried down the hall to Mark’s studio, her steps quick but her stomach churning with growing anxiety. She paused at the door, took a deep breath, and knocked.

“Come in,” Mark’s low voice called, and Ana pushed the door open. He sat at his desk, laptop open, a glass of whiskey in hand. His shirt was unbuttoned at the top, sleeves rolled up, and his dark eyes glinted when he saw her.

“Starlight, didn’t expect you so soon,” he said, his lips curling into a predatory smile. He leaned back, his gaze sliding over her body, lingering on her chest and lips. “What brings you here?”

Ana swallowed, feeling her cheeks burn under his stare. She straightened, trying to sound confident, but her voice wavered.

“I need the roof key,” she said, her fingers nervously clenching into fists. “Me, Tim, and a friend want to sunbathe. You said it’s locked.”

Mark raised an eyebrow, his smile widening, almost mocking. He stood slowly, rounded the desk, and approached her, his steps unhurried. He stopped a foot away, his body radiating heat, the scent of whiskey and cologne hitting her, making her breath hitch.

“A key, huh,” he drawled, his voice dropping, a husky edge that always gave her chills. “Sure, I can give you the key, Anna. But… you know I don’t do anything for free.”

Ana tensed, her heart racing, but she tried to steady herself.

“What do you want?” she asked, her voice quiet but firm.

Mark smiled, his gaze heavy, but he didn’t step closer.

“Come to me when Tim’s not around,” he said, his voice low, almost hypnotic. “I want to shoot you in those new outfits. You bought something at the sex shop, right? We’ll do a photoshoot.”

Ana pressed her lips together, her fingers trembling, but she nodded.

“Fine,” she whispered, barely audible. “Just for Onlygram photos. No funny business.” She met his eyes, trying to hide the fear and desire clashing inside her.

Mark nodded, his smile thinning, but a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes.

“As you say, star,” he replied, his voice soft but laced with a hint. “Just for the shoot.” He grabbed the key from the desk and tossed it to her, his eyes lingering a moment too long before he turned away.

Ana caught the key, her fingers shaking, and hurried out of the studio without looking back. Her cheeks burned, her breathing uneven, her thoughts a mess. Guilt squeezed her chest. Tim… he can’t know. She returned to the room where Kira was animatedly telling Tim about her latest cosplay, his eyes bright with amusement.

“Got the key?” he asked, his voice eager.

Ana nodded, forcing a smile to hide the tremble in her hands.

“Yeah,” she said. “Let’s go to the roof.”

The three of them climbed the stairs, Kira leading, humming to herself, Tim walking beside Ana, his hand brushing hers, his glances full of anticipation. Ana felt his warmth but couldn’t shake thoughts of Mark. He can’t know… I’ll make sure he doesn’t.

The roof door creaked open, and they stepped onto the sun-drenched platform. Silverton’s heat hit them anew, but a faint breeze at the fifth-floor height offered slight relief. The lounge area was a small oasis: two worn striped loungers, a chipped-paint table, a humming old fridge in the corner, and a mattress spread directly on the roof. A low railing edged the roof, but across from it loomed the windows of nearby skyscrapers, their glass reflecting the sun, giving the sense that someone could be watching from any of them.

Kira, stepping onto the roof, let out an excited squeal, her ponytails bouncing as her floral sundress rode up, flashing her pink bikini bottoms. She tossed her bag onto a lounger and spun, arms outstretched, her eyes gleaming with delight.

“Anna, this is paradise!” she exclaimed, her voice ringing like a bell. She stopped at the roof’s edge, hands on hips, eyeing the skyscraper windows, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. “This is the perfect spot for teases like me! Do whatever you want, and they can only watch and envy!” She winked at Ana, her eyes sparkling, and laughed, clearly imagining someone spying on her.

Ana smiled, but her heart still raced from her talk with Mark. He… he’ll be waiting for me… She glanced at Tim, who was spreading a towel on a lounger, his black swim trunks hugging his thighs, his bare torso glistening with sweat. I can’t ruin this. Not now. To distract herself, she pulled her dress over her head, revealing a white bikini she’d recently bought. The fabric was thin, slightly sheer, and she felt the breeze on her skin, raising goosebumps.

Kira, wasting no time, shed her sundress, revealing a bright pink bikini that barely covered her. She tossed it onto the lounger and stretched, her small breasts straining the fabric, her nipples visible through the thin material. She looked at Ana, her eyes lighting up, and clapped her hands.

“Anna, let’s go topless!” she blurted, her voice brimming with enthusiasm. “Tim’s already seen it all, and I hate tan lines! Come on, be bold!”

Ana froze, her cheeks flaming, her eyes darting to Tim. He looked up, his smile widening, a spark of interest in his eyes. Topless? Here? With Kira? Heat flooded Ana’s body—not just embarrassment but a wave of arousal she couldn’t ignore at the thought of baring herself before the windows, Tim, and Kira. She swallowed but nodded, her fingers trembling as she untied her bikini top.

“Okay…” she mumbled, letting the top fall to the lounger, exposing her full breasts. Her nipples hardened in the cool breeze, and goosebumps spread across her skin. She glanced at Tim, awaiting his reaction, and he grinned broadly, his eyes shining with delight.

Kira squealed happily, yanking off her own top, revealing her small breasts with dark areolas. She tossed her bikini top onto the lounger and lay back, basking in the sun.

“That’s more like it!” she said, her voice full of satisfaction. She glanced at Tim, her eyes glinting with mischief, and patted the lounger beside her. “Tim, be a gentleman and rub some sunscreen on me! I’ll burn without it, and you’re so strong, I know you’ll do it right!”

Tim nodded eagerly, his smile growing. He grabbed the sunscreen tube and sat beside Kira, his movements confident, his chest buzzing with anticipation. He squeezed the cream onto his palms and began rubbing it into Kira’s shoulders, savoring the moment. Her skin was hot from the sun, smooth as silk, with a faint floral perfume mixing with the sunscreen’s scent. His fingers glided over her body, feeling every curve—narrow shoulders, soft lines of her shoulder blades, slender waist. Her skin was slightly damp with sweat, making the touch more intimate, and his breathing grew heavier. Damn… she’s so… soft… this… this is incredible… His fingers lightly squeezed her shoulders, and Kira responded instantly, launching into her theatrical performance.

“Oh, Tim, yes… rub it in good,” she purred, her voice low and exaggeratedly sultry. She arched her back, offering more of her body, and Tim felt her muscles tense under his hands, her skin growing hotter. Kira closed her eyes, her lips parting, and let out an over-the-top moan. “Yes, Tim… oh… your hands are divine… ahhh… harder… right there… yes, right there…”

Her moans were so dramatic that Ana couldn’t hold back—her shoulders shook with silent laughter, and she covered her mouth to keep from bursting out. She’s… she’s impossible! Ana saw Tim’s face light up with pleasure, his eyes gleaming as his hands moved over Kira’s body. She noticed his swim trunks tightening at the crotch, which only made her laugh harder. He’s… he’s loving this… and I… I am too…

Tim’s arousal grew, his fingers sliding lower to Kira’s lower back, where her skin was even softer, almost velvety. He felt the gentle curve of her waist, his hands slowing to savor the texture. She’s… she’s so… damn, this is unreal… But Kira’s increasingly dramatic moans snapped him out of his reverie.

“Oh, Tim… you’re so… strong… yes, like that… ahhh… I’m melting under your hands…” Kira turned her head, winking at Ana, her lips curving into a naughty smile. She was clearly reveling in her game, knowing she was stoking Tim’s fire.

Tim laughed, unable to hold back, and lightly smacked Kira’s butt, leaving a faint red mark on her pale skin. The playful slap echoed across the roof, and Kira squealed, her eyes widening in mock surprise before she burst into ringing laughter.

“Ow, Tim!” she exclaimed, rolling onto her side and rubbing her butt with exaggerated offense. “What, you trying to punish me? I was just starting to enjoy myself!”

Tim smirked. “Don’t overdo it, Kira,” he said, his voice husky but laced with excitement. “Or I won’t just rub cream on you.”

Kira laughed louder, her bell-like laugh echoing, and rolled onto her back, exposing her chest to the sun. Her small, perky breasts with dark areolas were fully on display, her nipples boldly erect. She stretched out on the lounger, basking in the warmth. Looking at Tim, her eyes glinted with mischief, and she propped herself on her elbows, her breasts jiggling slightly.

“How about I take care of you now?” she said, her voice lower, with a raspy edge of provocation. She turned to Ana, her smile playful but genuine. “Anna, you don’t mind, right? I want Tim to be comfy in the sun too!”

Ana, lying on the next lounger, felt her cheeks blaze. Kira… she doesn’t quit… She looked at Tim, sprawled on the mattress, and a mix of jealousy and desire churned in her chest. I’m curious what else she’ll come up with… She nodded, her voice quiet but tinged with excitement.

“Go for it,” she said, her lips twitching into a faint smile. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Kira clapped her hands gleefully, grabbed the sunscreen tube, and scooted closer to Tim. He lay on the mattress spread on the roof, his body relaxed in just his black swim trunks, which hugged his thighs, his arousal evident as the fabric strained.

“Lie on your stomach,” Kira commanded, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. Tim grinned, rolling over to expose his back, relishing the moment. Kira squeezed cream onto her palms, her movements quick at first, but as she began rubbing it into Tim’s skin, her fingers slowed, becoming sensual, almost caressing.

Her hands glided over his back, fingers softly massaging his broad shoulders, sliding down to his lower back. Tim’s skin was hot, slightly damp with sweat, and Kira felt his muscles relax under her touch while tensing slightly with pleasure. She rubbed the cream in slowly, savoring it, her fingers lightly squeezing his skin, her nails occasionally leaving faint marks, drawing a soft sigh from Tim. She leaned closer, her bare breasts brushing his back, and felt the heat of his body transfer to her, sparking a faint warmth in her lower belly. Her fingers lingered on his lower back, pressing slightly, and Tim let out a quiet moan, his body arching slightly with pleasure. Damn… this… this feels so good…

“Now turn over,” Kira whispered, her voice husky with a slight tremble. Tim rolled onto his back with a smile, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. His arousal was unmistakable—the trunks strained even more. Kira looked at him, her eyes sparkling, and smiled, her gaze lingering on his crotch. She exhaled, deciding to go for it.

“This is easier,” she said, and without warning, straddled him, her thighs settling over his waist, her bare breasts hovering above his face. Tim let out a soft moan of pleasure, his hands resting on her thighs, feeling her hot skin burn his palms, her light but tangible weight pinning him to the mattress. Kira squeezed cream directly onto her chest, letting it drip down her skin, coating her nipples, and leaned forward, pressing against his chest, spreading the cream with her body.

Kira sat astride Tim, her thighs gripping his waist, her bare breasts sliding across his skin, leaving wet trails of cream. Her hard nipples grazed his chest, lightly scratching his skin. Tim let out a low, raspy sound, his hands gripping her butt, fingers digging into her cheeks. His erection strained against his trunks, each of Kira’s movements amplifying his pleasure, heat surging through his body, his breathing ragged.

Kira pressed closer, her breathing quickening, a growing wetness between her legs.

“Mmm… Tim… you… you’re… oh, fuck…” she whispered, her voice low and raspy. Her hips moved rhythmically, pressing against his groin, feeling his erection through the fabric, sending waves of heat through her. She couldn’t stop, her movements becoming smoother, almost instinctive. The cream mixed with their sweat, creating a glossy sheen on their bodies, Kira’s skin gleaming in the sun.

Ana, watching them, felt heat engulf her body. She couldn’t hold back anymore—her hand slowly slid down her body, fingers pinching her nipple lightly, and she let out a soft sigh, her breathing growing heavy. She squeezed her breast harder, feeling her nipples harden, her body responding to Kira and Tim’s actions. Her other hand slipped beneath her bikini bottoms, touching her wet folds, slowly caressing herself. She ran a finger over her clit, pressing lightly, her hips shuddering with pleasure, a soft moan escaping her lips. She watched Kira’s movements, Tim’s reactions, and her fingers moved faster, waves of pleasure building.

Tim’s hands, resting on Kira’s thighs, slid higher, his fingers finding the ties of her pink bikini bottoms, thin cords on her hips. He tugged, untying the knots with a soft rustle. Kira’s bottoms slipped off, leaving her fully exposed, but she, caught in the moment, didn’t notice. Her bare folds now glided directly against Tim’s erection through his trunks, and he let out a deep groan, feeling her wetness seep through the fabric. Kira moved faster, her hips pressing against him with each thrust, her breathing ragged with pleasure.

Tim gripped her cheeks with his strong hands, fingers digging into her soft flesh, and lifted her slightly, pulling her higher. Her body slid up his chest, and he brought her to his face, his breathing hot and heavy. Kira gasped, her thighs spreading wider, her wet folds hovering over his lips. Tim didn’t hesitate—his tongue slid along her folds, soft but confident, tasting her, and Kira let out a long moan, her body tensing. She gripped the mattress edges to steady herself, her movements syncing with his tongue’s rhythm.

Ana’s gaze fell on the bulge in Tim’s trunks, his erection starkly outlined, and she couldn’t stay on the sidelines. Rising from the lounger, she knelt beside Tim, her fingers grabbing the waistband of his trunks and yanking them down in one swift motion, freeing his hard, pulsing erection. Her lips immediately enveloped the tip, her tongue swirling over the sensitive skin, and she began sucking passionately, her movements eager and hungry. She took him deeper, feeling him fill her mouth, her muffled sighs blending with his low moans.

At the same time, Ana pushed her bikini bottoms aside, exposing her wet folds, and her fingers found her clit again. She rubbed it with quick, **** strokes, her hips trembling with pleasure. Her fingers slid over her slick skin, dipping deeper, and she felt pleasure building, her body tensing with each motion, her eyes watering as she gagged slightly on Tim’s erection.

Kira, perched on Tim’s face, was lost in pleasure. His tongue moved over her folds, alternating between teasing her clit and probing deeper, her body tensing with new sensations. Her hips rocked in time with his tongue, pressing against his lips, and she felt heat surge through her, her breathing quick and ragged. Tim’s face was slick with her juices, her taste filling him, her scent heightening his arousal. Meanwhile, Ana’s lips around his erection were hot and wet, her tongue circling the tip. Ana… Kira… His hips twitched, thrusting deeper into Ana’s mouth, his hands gripping Kira’s butt, pulling her closer to his face. His body pulsed with pleasure, each of Ana’s moans and Kira’s movements amplifying it.

None of them noticed the roof door open silently, and Mark, barefoot in shorts with a towel over his shoulder, stepped onto the platform. His steps were soundless, and he froze for a moment, taking in the scene: naked Kira astride Tim’s face, and Ana on her knees, her lips wrapped around Tim’s erection, her hips raised as her fingers worked between her legs. Mark’s breath hitched, his shorts tightening as his erection grew at the sight. He stepped forward, his eyes glinting, ready to make his move.

Mark approached Ana silently, his shorts sliding down to reveal his nearly fully erect member, and he pressed it against her slick, shaved folds. Ana froze, her body tensing, her eyes widening in shock—she felt something hard and hot against her, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and surprise. Mark… raced through her mind, and she tried to turn, but his hand rested on the back of her head, pressing lightly, forcing her to take Tim’s erection deeper. Ana let out a muffled sound, unable to do anything but comply. Mark leaned to her ear, his hot breath grazing her skin, and whispered,

“Feel what you’re missing, starlight.”

He pushed her hand away from her folds, his fingers brushing her wet skin, and thrust into her, his member sliding deep, filling her. Ana gasped, her body shuddering, and she froze for a moment, feeling him stretch her. Mark’s penetration was the final trigger—her body tensed, an orgasm crashing over her in a powerful wave, and she moaned as much as Tim’s erection in her throat allowed. Her folds clenched, her knees shook, and she began moving against Mark, her motions fluid but greedy, craving more, prolonging the sensation.

Ana’s orgasm set off Kira and Tim. Kira, on Tim’s face, felt his tongue quicken, teasing her clit, and her body tensed, an orgasm hitting her hard. She let out a high, drawn-out moan, her head thrown back, ponytails swaying, her body arching, her thighs clamping around his face as waves of pleasure shook her.

Tim, feeling Ana’s intensified movements, her lips taking him deeper, and hearing Kira’s moan, lost control. His hips bucked, thrusting deeper into Ana’s mouth, his release flooding her throat, hot and abundant. Ana made a muffled sound, her eyes watering more, but she kept taking it all.

Mark leaned to her ear again, his voice low and raspy.

“I’m sure you loved it,” he whispered, his breath scorching her skin. He slowly pulled out, his member glistening with her wetness, and stood, silent as he’d come, his steps light and nearly inaudible.

Kira and Tim didn’t even notice he’d been there. Ana collapsed onto the mattress, her body still pulsing with ecstasy, tears streaking her cheeks, her lips wet with Tim’s release. Kira slid off Tim’s face, her thighs trembling, her breathing ragged, her eyes shining with pleasure. Tim lay there, his chest heaving, his body slick with sweat and cream, the last waves of orgasm fading, leaving him in bliss.

Kira, catching her breath, looked at Ana and Tim, her lips curving into a smile.

“Well, now we just need to rub some cream on Anna…

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