Infamous Like Us (Like Us 10)

I grind a little against Banks. Wanting friction and fullness and closeness and them.

He sits up some and stares down at me. He has my ass in his hands. I cling to his gaze. To Akara’s gaze through the mirror. Watching as Banks lifts me up and carefully sinks me onto his hardness.

I gasp, another noise catching. “BanksBanksBanks.” I careen forward into him. Forehead on his shoulder, I shudder.

“Sulli?” he pauses, breathing heavier. “Talk to me.”

“Holy fuck.” It’s a lot. The instant pressure tenses my body.

“Sulli.” He’s about to pull me off, but I dig my fingers into his bicep and moan, “Keep fucking going.” My eyes roll at the building sensitivity. I try to add friction, to take more of him inside me.

“She’s okay,” Akara breathes, massaging the small of my back.

I clench around Banks, and he curses into a low grunt. And he tells Akara, “She’s fuckin’ swollen around my cock.”

Akara smiles, his gaze meeting mine in the mirror as he says, “She’s about to feel swollen around two cocks.”

I pulsate.

Banks stifles another groan.

“Please, thrust. Fucking thrust.” I want mind-blistering orgasms to ripple through me. I want their bodies closer than close.

Banks doesn’t move though.

I whimper.

He kisses my cheek. “We’re going to thrust. Just hold on.”

We’re.

I’m glued to that word.

Banks lowers his elbows to the mattress. I’m practically attached to his chest. Following the movement, and he draws my hips further down onto him.

I take more of Banks between my legs. My breath hitching, I watch him disappear into me. Instead of thrusting or rocking against me, he reaches between our bodies and circles my clit with his thumb. I quake and cry into his chest.

“Fuckfuck.” I’m lit up and waiting for Akara.

I feel his waist pressed up against my ass. He now holds my hips instead of Banks. Candlelight casts more shadows on us, and the dizzying smell of donuts mixes with their musk and something feminine.

Akara bends forward, just to kiss me. Tongue slipping into my mouth, hands carving lines down my body. When he breaks away, he says, “Take a breath for me.”

I inhale and watch him through the mirror.

He’s knelt behind my ass. He glances to Banks, they speak through these brief glances, then Kits breathes, “Relax, Sul.”

“I’m trying,” I rasp, the anticipation swelling up inside me. Banks is literally in me. It takes everything not to grind against Banks. Not to dig deeper.

I watch Akara run a hand along my ass. I feel the cool sensation of lube on my skin.

His deep brown eyes lock with mine, and it feels like I’m lost in those beautiful orbs. His black hair falls a little in his eyelashes. “If anything hurts at any time,” he says, “what do you say?”

“Octopus,” I say my safe word that I’ve been using since Akara started tying me up more often. “Or That really fucking hurts.”

“Good.” Akara runs a hand down my leg. “Now breathe.”

I let out a soft breath. Inhale. Exhale.

Banks stops touching my clit when Akara slowly slides into me. I’m suddenly aware he’s bigger than the toy I’ve used as practice. The fullness is too much for a moment, and my eyes cinch tight. After a second, I let out a breath and try to relax. New sensations build up through me. I moan a little into Banks’ neck, and he strokes hair out of my face as Akara flexes into me.

“Sul?” Akara asks, seeing me twitch, maybe.

“Fuck,” I curse, shaking. This feeling…is unlike anything. We’re all soaking in the way we’re together, and their necks strain like they’re doing everything not to take me hard and deeper. What we’re all craving, but I’m betting it’d be too much—because this is a ton.

Akara takes a risk and rocks in and out a little more.

I see him fuck me through the mirror, and Banks thrusts up into me. I breathe like I’m climbing Everest, the peak of all peaks. “I…fuck,” I cry.

Akara drinks me in. “Sulli.” He rests his hands on the bed, pounding a little deeper. And that movement brings me further onto Banks.

“Fuck,” he curses. “Akara.”

“I’m okay,” I choke out. “Don’t stop.”

Banks holds my head while I lie against him. And Akara melds into my back, into my body, and I love this feeling. I cling onto them, not wanting to reach the summit.

Not wanting to see the end.

Love and lust churns through my body in a hypnotic chorus with their groans and grunts. And soon, they’re breathing out, I love yous, and harder and deeper and even though they can’t deepen the movement without hurting me—we do go deeper. We’re the deepest we’ve ever been. My spirit and my soul—the two of them are coiled and fused around everything I am.

“Kits,” I cry. “Banks.” My back arches. Toes curl, tears squeeze out of my eyes. I come as soon as they choke out my name.