Page 205 of Wild Like Us

Out. In. He rocks his hips. I forget what I should be doing to help. I just drown in the moment.

In the way Banks kisses my neck and toys with my perked nipple. Sensations light up around me. Every nerve-ending reached by them.

Akara’s breathing has labored, and I drink in how his whole body flexes. His abs, his biceps, and I wish there were a mirror so I could see his ass.

And he has undeniably gorgeous quads.

He’s in me.

He’s in me.

“Kits,” I cry. “I…”

“You what?” he breathes close as he rocks, his hand on my hip. Banks hoists my ass up more, and Akara hits a deeper spot. I see stars.

“You can’t handle it?” Kits breathes; his voice is literal sex. “You want more?”

All I can do is nod. Such a goner of fuckingpleasure.Akara is a dreamboat.

Banks whispers in my ear how beautiful I am. How hot I am, how hard he is, and I think I mutter akeep goingto him. Because fuck, his words are shots of adrenaline.

I want more.

In and out. Akara fills me fully again, this time he takes harder, shorter thrusts. Changing the tempo. His pace, his rhythm is hypnotic.

As I buck up against his chest, Banks tightens his grip on my leg. My body trembles from the friction, and I cry out, “Fuck!” The intensity, the way they’re consuming me—water drips from the creases of my eyes.

Banks makes a heavy noise.

Akara groans, “Sul.You’re so fucking wet.” Arousal flexes his muscles. “You feel how hard I am?”

I feel him.

I feel him in more ways than one.

“I’m not stopping.” He sits up more and thrusts in short, deep spurts again, watching himself enter me. He takes my hand that tries to grab the tub, and he rests my palm on Banks’ other bicep.

I hold on.

Banks nips my earlobe. How he keeps finding places that tingle my toes, I’ll never understand.

I want to tell them how good Akara feels. How good Banks feels. But I can’t form words. My body is alight with new, raw sensations that overtake my other senses.

Warmth.

So much warmth.

A need burrows in me, Akara nearing it but not quite. I moan again, this one more distraught. “You want to come?” Akara asks.

I nod.

He stops thrusting to kiss my lips gently. And then he says, “Words.”

“Please…” I squirm in their hold.

“Please what?”

“I…need…”