Fearless Like Us (Like Us 9)

“Akara.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m very fucking okay.”

“I’m going to take you lower, okay?”

Take me however you want to, I almost say, but again, words are so fucking lost to the moment. He rocks slowly against my ass, and gently as he moves, he guides my knees out from under me. I’m lying down on Banks’ chest like before, but Akara stays inside me and keeps my hips at a perfect angle.

At this position, Akara is more aggressive. He thrusts deeper, and my whole body rocks against Banks like a carnival ride.

“Ahh…fuckfuck,” I cry, and he slows, checking on me.

“She’s alright,” Banks asserts since he has a better view of my face. “Just overwhelmed.”

Yeah, pretty fucking much.

I can’t even catch my breath.

Akara thrusts again, then lets out a deep noise of pleasure. “Fuck—no one try to punch me.” We don’t. We even laugh, and then headiness, arousal takes over. Sweat glistens our bodies. Feeling Akara inside me and Banks up against me is doing a number on my senses.

I feel so close to them.

So connected to them. Their hands touch me in such fucking care and desire.

Akara pulls my legs so I’m back on my knees, but I stay sunk down with my back arched. He places a hand between my shoulder blades, keeping my breasts pressed to Banks’ chest.

Akara thrusts quickly, surging pressure through the aching spot that craves depth and friction. His other hand clutches my hips again as he rocks into me from behind with a skilled, melodic pace.

Dizzying me.

Banks curves his arms around my shoulders, pinned tight to his chest. Our eyes crash together. He’s feeling my body move against him while Akara fucks me. I look into the mirror. Akara is watching me unravel.

Moans roll out of me, no ability to stop them as I’m under their spell.

Akara mutters another aroused curse. And he fists the quilt while he pumps.

He slows down all of a sudden and my head spins. “How are you doing, Sul?” he asks in a heavy breath.

I mumble something. I don’t know what. I’m lost in the wonderful fucking feeling of him inside me.

Akara stops suddenly, pulling out.

“No,” I breathe. “Please don’t go. Fuck, come back.”

He slams harder into me, and I gasp, head almost colliding with Banks. But Banks holds me tighter to stop me from sliding up his body.

I whimper as Akara slows and the need to feel that force intensifies.

“I need you to come, Sulli,” Akara tells me. “Can you do that?” He says it like a challenge. Fuck yeah. I press my ear to Banks’ heart, his pulse quickened like mine.

“I can come,” I tell Akara.

“Can you come with Banks’ thumb in your mouth?” Akara challenges.

Oh fuck.

Banks cups my jaw with his wide hand and his thumb slips between my lips. “Suck on this for me, mermaid,” Banks whispers.

I do as I’m told, my head alight with feelings. I pretend I’m taking his cock in my mouth like I’ve wanted. And as my lips wrap around him, Akara starts driving a little harder, a little deeper, a lot faster. He changes the tempo, and the sensations overwhelm me for a second.

They’re both technically inside me. It’s what I wanted. Maybe they knew that all along. Ecstasy mounts and mounts until Akara slides in and out, in and out, in and out—and he hits a pleasure point that sends me over the edge. I cry out, body shaking, and Banks pulls his thumb out of my mouth as the orgasm ripples through me.

Akara murmurs, “Sulli,” as he releases, his cock twitching in me. He milks the climax with slow, languid thrusts and then carefully pulls out.

Before I can catch my breath, both men switch places. Akara is beneath me now.

Banks is behind.

“Breathe,” Akara coaches as Banks lines up behind me like Akara had done earlier. I’m much more used to Akara being behind and Banks in front since we most often cuddle in that position. I like digging my butt into Akara and burying my head into Banks when we sleep.

But I love the switch-up too. It excites my pulse, which is why I’m having trouble breathing. I place my head gently against Akara’s chest, and he caresses the top of my head.

I look up into the mirror. “Banks?”

He’s hesitating. “You sure you want to go again?”

I lean back onto my knees, palms on either side of Akara. “Please.” I glance over my shoulder as Banks slips on a condom. He’s so big, and I pulse again, imagining him in me. “I want you inside me like Akara.” With Akara almost comes out of my mouth, but if I haven’t leveled-up to being tied with rope, I doubt they’ll want to both be in me at the same time.

If they’re even willing, that is.

Bolder, I say, “Get the fuck inside me.”