Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 146
Estimated words: 145257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 726(@200wpm)___ 581(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
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 fucking pleasure. 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 a keep going to 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…”
He pumps in a new mind-numbing rhythm.
I cry out again. “I…I can’t…”
“Can’t what?” Akara breathes.
You know what, Kits!
“Please,” I cry, “I want to…”
I can feel Banks smiling behind me. “The mermaid is lost for words.” His voice is so husky that I feel myself become more soaked.
Akara bites down as arousal pummels him. His chest rises and falls heavier. He’s in me, so he must’ve felt the stimulated rush. His eyes reach mine as he speaks to Banks. “I want to hear her say it.”
I can barely catch my breath. I want to say it. I love a good challenge.
Banks tells him, “Should’ve known you’d be bossy in bed.”
“A boss in life…” I breathe out. “A boss in bed.”
Akara gives me a look. “You could say that but not I want to come.” He looks over my shoulder to Banks. “She must not want to come.”
“Must not.”
“Hardy-har-ha—”
My voice catches as Banks touches my sensitive clit. Akara drinks us in for a second before he eases fully into me again. “Sulli—”
“I want to come,” I say hurriedly, my voice carrying loudly. “Fuckpleaseplease.”
His pace quickens. So does Banks’. They work me over until I’m water. Flowing with them and the pleasure that builds between us. Banks kisses me, and Akara makes love to me.
As I gasp on breath, shuddering in overwhelmed rip tides, I wonder how I can ever lose the closeness that I feel with them after this.
Their hands are voracious but caring. Bodies soulful against mine as emotion spools around us, a current to each breath, each strong heartbeat.
Fullness. Friction. Feelings all light me up in ways I’ve never experienced. Until I’m riding my orgasm to the summit.
I cry into pure bliss. Oh fuck!
Akara’s breathing heavies, he groans as he comes, pumping a couple more times before sliding out and gently resting my leg down. Banks eases my thigh to the tub too.
As I relax from that high, I watch as Akara removes the condom, ties it off, and leans over the tub, putting the thing on the tiles. Banks unplugs the drain again. And I realize the water is a slight pink.
“You popped my cherry,” I joke to Akara.
His smile plays across his lips. “You okay? Anything hurt?”
I see how they both assess me. As their eyes peruse me, it’s obvious they’re making sure I’m emotionally and physically okay. And I almost get teary-eyed because I love how much they care about me.
This has been even better than I dreamed. I even love the awkward beginning where I didn’t understand the tub drainage.
I’m not trying to act like it’s my millionth intimate experience. It feels like my first time.
“Nothing hurts,” I breathe. “I just feel full inside.”
Even if he’s not in me anymore, that feeling hasn’t waned. Carefully, I rise to my feet, then I rotate before sitting back down in the tub.
This time, my back is to Akara.
My eyes lock with Banks.