Fearless Like Us (Like Us 9)

A headiness descends in Akara’s gaze that lights my core. “You trust us, Sulli?”

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SULLIVAN MEADOWS

“Yeah,” I say, not even hesitating. “A hundred and ten percent, yes.”

Banks looks to Akara. “Which one of us do you think got that extra ten percent?”

Akara smiles, humor pooling between them. “Definitely me.”

“Well, hell, I was going to say me.”

The comedy show is entertaining, but I’d rather them be on the bed with me. “Both of you get the extra ten percent,” I cut in.

They turn their attention back on me in a heated tidal wave. My bare skin pricks from the slight chill in the air, so I slip on a baggy see-through shirt.

They stare at my nipples.

Seeing and feeling their hot desire is a drug. Something I want to consume nightly. I’ve never felt this beautiful and wanted and adored than when Akara and Banks just look at me like I’m theirs, like I’m something to protect and cherish and make love to.

Fuck, how good and gorgeous they make me feel.

I’ve always wanted to be seen like this, but I know it always had to be the right people seeing me.

Akara leans into Banks’ ear and whispers something that I can’t hear.

Part of me is tempted to ask, but I like the mystery and the adrenaline rush when I finally feel and see.

Akara breaks away from Banks. They unbutton their shirts at the same time. Fabric hitting the floor, their bodies are stuff of legends to me. Sculpted muscles. Banks with his natural hair against his chest and those dog tags, and Akara with his beautiful tattoo, placed like a piece of armor on his shoulder.

My friends.

My protectors.

My lovers.

My spirit and my soul.

They shed their black pants. Leaving Akara in black boxer-briefs and Banks in deep blue ones, perfectly molding their packages.

My breathing deepens, and with my legs hanging off the bed, I break apart my knees. Spreading them open wider and wider. Still not wearing panties.

Akara and Banks are drooling over my pussy.

I ache for touch, and I go to slip my fingers along my heat.

Akara advances in a flash, and his hands are on my chin, lifting my face up to his. “Put your hands on your head,” Akara says in a husky whisper. His voice commands obedience.

This is a side of Akara I enjoy a fuck ton.

I rest my palms on my wild hair, and Akara lifts me up and tosses me further on the bed. Holy fuck. I’m smiling and overcome.

Banks climbs onto the mattress next to me. “You like when Akara tells you what to do?”

I nod into a breathless word. “Yeah.”

“Me too,” Banks says. He draws me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him. I face the headboard, no longer in eyesight of Akara. “You know what he told me to do?”

Oh fuck. “What?”

Banks grips the hem of my cotton tee. “Rip this.” He tears my white shirt in his hands and exposes my bare breasts. Out of natural instinct, I sink down on his hardness that pushes against his boxer-briefs. Grinding against him, Banks lets out a throaty grunt. “Sulli.”

I love how he says my name in arousal.

Behind me, Akara kneels, and his chest pushes strongly up against my back, just like earlier in the maze. His skin against my skin is stimulation I didn’t know just how badly I needed, and I quiver. “Kits.”

Take me.

Take me.

Both of you fucking take me.

“Lay down,” Akara says, and I realize he’s talking to Banks. Telling him to lay me down.

Banks wraps his hands around my hips and draws me to his chest. His shoulders rest low on the iron headboard, a little propped, and with his height, my head reaches his heart, lips skimming the coldness of his dog tags.

Air divides me and Akara as I sink onto Banks.

I glance backwards, watching Akara collect a condom from my dresser before returning to the bed.

“Are you going to tie me up?” I ask him.

His smiling eyes flit to me, amused. “Would you like that?”

“Yeah,” I smile back. “I think I’d at least like to try.”

“Not tonight,” Akara says.

“But—”

“Not tonight,” Banks repeats even more firmly.

I pout against Banks’ chest. “You both are such fucking teases.” I wonder if it’s because I drank tonight? Or because I need to level-up from beginner sex to kinkier sex?

Banks runs his hands down the slope of my back to my bare ass. “You’re still gonna enjoy tonight, mermaid. Just hold on.”

Akara steps out of his boxer-briefs, his erection standing at mouth-watering attention. I want you inside me, Kits.

Climbing on the bed, he kneels behind me again. This time, I don’t peek over my shoulder. I see him in the mirror above and a little behind my iron-rung headboard. Akara asked me if he could place a mirror there a couple weeks ago.

I said yeah, sure.