Page 132 of Wild Like Us

She watches.

Hell, Akara watches not only Sulli but the way my lips move to the promise land. All the while, his hands roam over her, and he kisses her breasts, ear, lips. Leaving no skin untouched.

The second I kiss her pussy, she squirms.

“Fuck,” she cries.

She tastes fucking amazing.My tongue strokes her clit before I suck the bud and really go to town, and she loses it. Sulli moans so loudly that Akara covers her mouth with his hand before trying to kiss the sounds away.

Her legs jerk, back arches, completely overwhelmed. She was already so aroused and swollen to begin with, I’m not surprised she’s jet-packing to a climax.

I’m hungrier. Akara is a little rougher, making out with Sulli. Our fingers dig deeper in her flesh. Starved for her, and she gets wetter, warmer. Her eyes nearly roll.

A groan rumbles in my chest.

Akara makes a deep noise.

I toy with her clit again. She writhes, crying out in pleasure. Shifting her legs, until Akara braces one leg open, his arm hooked under her knee.

Her hand flies to my head and to Akara’s bicep—but Akara seizes her wrists, pulling her hands above her head.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” she cries.

The intensity is driving me insane. My cock is ready to burst through my boxer-briefs.

As soon as I suck deeper between her thighs and she eyes him and me and the way we have her, she explodes into a peak. Her high-pitched moan could wake RV campers five-minutes away, and Akara is quick to shield her mouth with his hand again.

She’s loud.

I smile.Love that about her.

And I loved going down on her as much as she loved me down there. Best fucking feelings: mutual attraction and satisfaction.

We watch her come down, and Akara kisses her wrists before lowering her arms.

“Holy fuck,” she breathes, then laughs in awe. “So that’s what that feels like?”

We’re all smiling, until car lights suddenly roll towards our campsite. The air sobers. My gaze narrows.

“Shit,” Akara curses. “They’re back.”

Team Apex.

Sulli quickly reaches for her leggings.

I help her shimmy them back on. Akara grabs his radio and asks for updates from SFO.

When Sulli is fully dressed, I grab my gun and leave the tent. Adrenaline doesn’t help my erection right now, it presses painfully against the fabric of my boxer-briefs. Lengthy strides take me to the road beside Booger, and I watch as Team Apex’s Jeep Wrangler rolls towards me.

I feel exposed in the light, but fuck it, I hope I’m doing a damn good job at glaring them down. Six-seven and pissed off, they don’t want to mess with me right now.

The Jeep comes to a halt and then they do a quick three-point turn and drive back in the direction they came.

Good.

Stay gone.

I turn around, and Akara is standing beside the tent.