Fearless Like Us (Like Us 9)

Now I’m overcome with the fact that he imagined us having sex. And how much better it’d be if I could see both of them.

Just because I haven’t had loads of sex doesn’t mean I’m unknowledgeable about sex—I totally understand that Akara is about to take me from behind. I just…don’t know if Banks is going to be inside me with him.

Palms flat on Banks’ chest, I ask him, “Are you both going inside me?”

“No, not at the same time.”

I wonder if they’ll ever try or if that’s in the “never” category.

It’s hard to say, and my mind drifts away from that question just as Akara kisses the back of my neck and rips off the rest of my shirt while I sit up.

I’m bare on top of Banks.

My skin prickles more against the air. “It’s cold,” I whisper.

“You won’t be cold much longer, Sul,” Akara whispers against my neck, and our eyes flit to the mirror. His chest is against my back, and my head is titled as his lips suck against my nape. Desire pooling like a sauna, Akara has two handfuls of my breasts, and I reach back and slip my fingers through his black hair.

Feeling Banks’ hardness press against my heat, I look down and fall forward, slowly lowering my chest onto him, and his lips find my mouth with ease. I sink into the kiss like I’m letting the ocean take me.

Akara skates his fingertips along my back until he has my hips in his possession. “I’m pulling her back.”

Banks breaks the kiss while Akara tugs me. My cheek touches Banks’ heart. I’m in both their grips, and it’s utterly fucking intoxicating. I don’t know where to put my hands. What to do. I’m swept up in these feelings and I let the waves crash into me.

Banks grows under my heat. His erection is vibrating my clit. I wiggle with need for the hard pressure inside me.

“Sulli,” Banks groans. “Christ.”

“Fuck,” I moan. “I just need…” I can’t get the words out.

“What do you need?” Akara asks me, pushing me forward and rocking me against Banks. He’s building the friction like the biggest tease-builder in the fucking history of teases. Only the cotton layer of Banks’ boxer-briefs is between us.

“I need…” The words are lost under desire.

Akara stops moving me. “Breathe, Sullivan. Then speak.”

I take a deep breath through my nose. “I need to be filled.”

“By what?” Banks asks me, his fingers lost in my messy hair.

“Your cock.” I meet Akara’s sensual gaze in the mirror. “And your cock.”

“I’ll take that under consideration,” Akara says with a wicked smile. How I fucking love that smile. It sets my blood ablaze.

And so does that phrase he’s said twice now.

Akara keeps moving my hips. Friction, friction, more friction right against Banks’ cock. I buck against his hard dick. Needing more.

Banks grunts, then looks over my shoulder. “Akara,” he groans.

What does that mean?

Akara plants a hand on the small of my back, keeping me more still. Then he pulls me back onto my knees. Banks rests my hands on either side of him on the bed. I’m on all-fours, and my ass is up against Akara.

Akara watches me in the mirror and I watch him too, while his hand expertly sheathes himself with the condom. His long, hard length is going to be inside me—holy fucking hell.

I focus in on Banks as he sits forward, and his lips touch my lips. His hand slips down my body and finds my swollen clit. Our eyes devour, and I look into Banks as Akara knocks my knees open wider.

“Kits,” I breathe and try to glance over my shoulder. There’s a mirror, dummy.

Akara puts a hand to my head so I kiss Banks again.

Oh my fuck. Everything he does turns me on, lights me up.

Fingers caress my entrance. “She’s soaked,” Banks informs him.

“Pump inside her a couple times,” Akara says.

I shouldn’t love so much how they talk about me in front of me. But I do. I love that a lot. They both care enough about me to communicate with each other. And fuck, it’s hot.

Banks slips his fingers into me. Oh my God. Oh my God. The fullness and pressure are fucking divine, and we lock eyes with heavy breaths. But it’s over too quick. When he pulls out, I give him a starved look.

“Sulli,” Banks laughs. “You’re gonna get his cock in a second.”

I’m about to challenge that statement, thinking the second has already passed, but with Akara gripping my hips, his length slides into me with one slow, spellbinding movement. I meet his eyes in the mirror.

“You okay?” he asks before moving.

I’m lost for words. Akara is inside me from behind while I’m on top of Banks. I’m literally etching this image in my head for fucking ever.

He smiles. “Sullivan.”