Wild Like Us (Like Us 8)

I tilt my head. Didn’t realize it, but she is kind of sitting on his lap.

Sulli rests fully against his chest, breathing hard. “I don’t mind being poked in the ass. I like feeling you guys. It’s really fucking hot…knowing how hard you are.”

I rub my lips—am I regretting being in front of her and not behind?

Banks moves her wet hair to the left side of her shoulder, exposing her neck. My blood pumps harder when I watch him sink his lips to the nape of her neck, sucking deeply.

Her aroused eyes—they’re on me.

No bowl of Instant Regret this time.

Her lips part in a heady breath, and I take her wandering hand and guide her palm to my erection. Underneath the water, her fingers curl around the hard length, and she nearly squirms in need.

Her grip around me and her flowing desire is churning mine on high-speed. Banks kisses her neck hungrily, and I clasp her jaw in a strong hand. Our movements rougher, she forgets to jerk me off, and I don’t need her to.

I kiss her like I’m famished, nipping her bottom lip, and I massage her tit. She arches up her hips, her legs jolting in my hold and his hold. We keep her spread open.

“Oh…fuck,” she moans. “Please…”

I’m on fire, burning in the water.

Banks kisses the most sensitive spot of her neck, and his eyes flit to me while he sucks. He’s watching her hand find my cock beneath the water again. She rubs me a few times. I’m watching him drive her crazy. Her body keeps trembling in needy waves.

This give and take is like walking into high voltage. All shockwaves and electrified energy.

I suck her nipple again, and she lets out a raspy breath. Her hand is friction on my length, but I crave to sink between her legs.

Something changes in the room. The temperature kicks up ten notches, and our movements grow more passionate, more urgent. Like this could end.

Like some unforeseen figure just overturned an hourglass and time drains with the sand.

My lips find hers once more, and our kiss siphons oxygen. Banks and I knock elbows again, but this time I don’t apologize. His face is inches from mine as he sucks on her neck, and as his hand cups her breasts, I can feel the tops of his fingers against my chest.

I break from her lips at the same time Banks pulls away from her neck. She breathes ragged breath as her hand slips from my length and grips onto my thigh.

My hard body is pressed against hers while I breathe beside her ear, “We can slow down.”

“I don’t want to slow down,” she says, very raspy. “I want this to last forever.” She touches our hands under the water that hold onto her thighs. “I want to have sex.” She takes a breath. “Tonight.”

She’s a virgin. The thought blares in my head. Be careful with her. I know she’s not even on any kind of birth control.

Banks looks her over. “Sulli—”

“If that’s something you two want,” she spits out quickly. “I know we had a rule—no P-in-the-V action until I chose. But tonight just feels…”

“Perfect,” I finish for her.

Her eyes wash over mine. “Yeah.” Her breasts rise in a bigger breath. “It’s perfect. Or is it just me?”

“It’s not,” Banks says the same time I say, “It’s not just you.”

She nods strongly.

Banks and I share a look. Feel the moment.

It feels right.

That should be all that matters.

52

SULLIVAN MEADOWS

Akara leaves the tub completely naked.

Oh my fucking God. My chest rises and falls heavily while I watch him, his shoulder and upper-chest beautifully inked. Water drips off his body as he steps on my teal bathmat. Behind me, Banks reaches down and unplugs the tub.

“Are we fucking leaving?” I ask, a little more than just bummed. I don’t want to go. Everything has been perfect right here. Being so close. So warm.

The water.

Banks.

Kits.

Them. And us.

“No, I’m just letting some of the water drain out,” Banks says in a way that makes me think he knows what he’s doing. More than me.

“Have you had sex in a bathtub before?” I ask, but my eyes flit to Akara. He’s squatting down and rummaging through his pants’ pocket.

Banks rests an arm on the lip of the tub. “This’ll be a first for me.”

“Same,” Akara says, standing up with something in his hand.

I’m grinning. “Look at that. You both are virgins, too.”

Banks wears a crooked smile and laughs hard.

“Let’s not go that far,” Akara says, and as he strides to the tub, I see what’s in his hand. Two condom packets. This is happening. My abs clench expectantly. Excitement rushes through my veins like I’m just about to take the starting block before a swim heat.

“How does this work?” I ask.

The intensity of their gazes bears down on me suddenly. I quickly add, “I’m aware of how sex fucking works—”