Page 203 of Wild Like Us

“Neither is Akara,” I point out the fucking obvious which is staring at me and making me squirm with desire.

“It’s going to fit,” Akara tells me like he thinks that’s my hang-up.

“Fuck, I know it willfit.” Talking about their dicks entering me is lighting up all my sensitive nerves. I ache more and more for their touch. I want their hands roaming my body again.

“My size might hurt you if I go first,” Banks explains. “I’m bigger, Sulli. Hell, it still might hurt the first time me and you have sex, but at least you’ll be more ready to take me if you still want to.”

“I want to,” I say, not missing a beat.

Akara’s brows are furrowed. “Would you rather Banks go first?”

In Yellowstone, I’ve imagined having sex with each of them a million different ways. In some, Banks takes my virginity. In others, Akara does.

So I say the truth, “I’ve pictured either way, but if you two think it’ll hurt less this way, then I want you to go first, Kits.”

I can tell they were hoping I’d say that because they both ease.

Akara rips the condom packet with his teeth, and Banks runs his hand along my thigh, his arm curved around my waist, and as my leg dips, he stretches it back again.

I’m not certain how opened I need to be or if I should tilt my pelvis up for Akara. “How should I…?”

“I’ve got you.” Banks’ lips brush my ear. “Just relax.” He hooks his arm underneath my thigh, lifting it a little higher to my chest. Cold air isn’t biting my skin. My body warms at Banks’ touch.

At the way Akara is watching me.

He slides the condom along his shaft.That’s going inside me. My heart beats madly in my chest.

Banks’ hand descends between my thighs. “She’s still not wet,” he tells Akara.

“What?” My face is full of confusion. “That’s impossible. I’mbeyondfucking aroused.” I stare at my pussy that has betrayed me.

Akara edges closer, kneeling between my spread legs. “Water washes away natural lubricant.”

Right.

I knew that, but the fact must’ve been slow to arrive since I’m really caught up in them. And I don’t have much experience having sex, clearly.

Now I realize why Banks probably drained the tub. So theybothknew this fact too, which sends my pulse beating even harder. Older. More experienced. Strong but definitelynotstronger than me. I can bench press more, I know it. Still, they were ready to take care of me.

An overwhelming comfort washes over me. Like protection is all around me. A private oasis right here with them.

Banks kneads my tender breasts, while Akara kisses the inside of my thigh. When Banks’ mouth touchesthatspot on my neck, my pulse drops and I clench hard.

“There it is,” Akara says, slipping his finger inside me. He pumps a couple times, his thumb circling my clit, which flutters my eyes—fuck ahh.

“Please,” I beg. “I need…”

Banks’ muscles flex underneath me. A deep, gruff noise catches his throat that makes my legs twitch.

“Sul,” Akara groans.

I reach a peak. My toes curling. Not just one time either, they keep touching, rubbing, creating hot friction until I meet a second combustion.

I’m theirs. Take me away.I’ve never felt this kind of pleasure in my life. I want to devour them whole, but they devour me first, and I’m more than okay with that.

Akara removes his finger, then grips his length in a firm clutch. “We’re going to give you what you need, Sulli. Just breathe.”

I remember to exhale.