Fearless Like Us

by Krista Ritchie

  “Me,” I say at the same time Akara does.

  Banks laughs. “We’re gonna have to test this one.”

  We slip inside my bedroom, and Akara locks the door, then tosses my jumpsuit, bra, and panties on my weight bench.

  “How?” I ask Banks. “Trust falls. I’ll catch you.” I set the box of crackers and phone on my dresser so I can outstretch my arms.

  “I don’t doubt you’re strong, but you’re not catching my six-seven ass.” His hand slides to the back of my head, cupping me gently. “I was thinking of something a little different.”

  Still wet, still burning up with eager desire, my brain whirls with wild thoughts. “My mouth. Your cocks.” Energy courses through me like the start of a race. I love sex, I’ve decided. I like the thrill and adrenaline and speeding pulse. I like pushing myself out of my comfort zone to experience more. I squat down, about to drop to my knees.

  Banks catches my elbow. “Not that.”

  “Although,” Akara tells him. “Not a bad idea. Just not tonight.”

  “Not tonight,” Banks agrees.

  They just got me off, though. Can’t I return the feeling? I remind them, “I’m not drunk. I won’t bite your dicks off…if that’s what you’re worried about.”

  They laugh.

  I flush and end up smiling. “What?”

  “I’m not worried about your bite, mermaid,” Banks says, and before I can process those words, he lifts me up and over his shoulder.

  I have a nice view of his ass, and a nice view of Akara as Banks strides towards the bed. He plops me down on the mattress like I weigh nothing.

  I bounce a little, my clit skimming the softness of the turquoise, velvet quilt, a quilt that reminds me of the sea. And the friction against my heat makes me shudder.

  Neither of them follows me onto the bed.

  Akara and Banks stand at the edge of the iron frame, hungered eyes grazing me in contemplative study.

  A headiness descends in Akara’s gaze that lights my core. “You trust us, Sulli?”

  40

  SULLIVAN MEADOWS

  “Yeah,” I say, not even hesitating. “A hundred and ten percent, yes.”

  Banks looks to Akara. “Which one of us do you think got that extra ten percent?”

  Akara smiles, humor pooling between them. “Definitely me.”

  “Well, hell, I was going to say me.”

  The comedy show is entertaining, but I’d rather them be on the bed with me. “Both of you get the extra ten percent,” I cut in.

  They turn their attention back on me in a heated tidal wave. My bare skin pricks from the slight chill in the air, so I slip on a baggy see-through shirt.

  They stare at my nipples.

  Seeing and feeling their hot desire is a drug. Something I want to consume nightly. I’ve never felt this beautiful and wanted and adored than when Akara and Banks just look at me like I’m theirs, like I’m something to protect and cherish and make love to.

  Fuck, how good and gorgeous they make me feel.

  I’ve always wanted to be seen like this, but I know it always had to be the right people seeing me.

  Akara leans into Banks’ ear and whispers something that I can’t hear.

  Part of me is tempted to ask, but I like the mystery and the adrenaline rush when I finally feel and see.

  Akara breaks away from Banks. They unbutton their shirts at the same time. Fabric hitting the floor, their bodies are stuff of legends to me. Sculpted muscles. Banks with his natural hair against his chest and those dog tags, and Akara with his beautiful tattoo, placed like a piece of armor on his shoulder.

  My friends.

  My protectors.

  My lovers.

  My spirit and my soul.

  They shed their black pants. Leaving Akara in black boxer-briefs and Banks in deep blue ones, perfectly molding their packages.

  My breathing deepens, and with my legs hanging off the bed, I break apart my knees. Spreading them open wider and wider. Still not wearing panties.

  Akara and Banks are drooling over my pussy.

  I ache for touch, and I go to slip my fingers along my heat.

  Akara advances in a flash, and his hands are on my chin, lifting my face up to his. “Put your hands on your head,” Akara says in a husky whisper. His voice commands obedience.

  This is a side of Akara I enjoy a fuck ton.

  I rest my palms on my wild hair, and Akara lifts me up and tosses me further on the bed. Holy fuck. I’m smiling and overcome.

  Banks climbs onto the mattress next to me. “You like when Akara tells you what to do?”

  I nod into a breathless word. “Yeah.”

  “Me too,” Banks says. He draws me onto his lap so that I’m straddling him. I face the headboard, no longer in eyesight of Akara. “You know what he told me to do?”

  Oh fuck. “What?”

  Banks grips the hem of my cotton tee. “Rip this.” He tears my white shirt in his hands and exposes my bare breasts. Out of natural instinct, I sink down on his hardness that pushes against his boxer-briefs. Grinding against him, Banks lets out a throaty grunt. “Sulli.”

  I love how he says my name in arousal.

  Behind me, Akara kneels, and his chest pushes strongly up against my back, just like earlier in the maze. His skin against my skin is stimulation I didn’t know just how badly I needed, and I quiver. “Kits.”

  Take me.

  Take me.

  Both of you fucking take me.

  “Lay down,” Akara says, and I realize he’s talking to Banks. Telling him to lay me down.

  Banks wraps his hands around my hips and draws me to his chest. His shoulders rest low on the iron headboard, a little propped, and with his height, my head reaches his heart, lips skimming the coldness of his dog tags.

  Air divides me and Akara as I sink onto Banks.

  I glance backwards, watching Akara collect a condom from my dresser before returning to the bed.

  “Are you going to tie me up?” I ask him.

  His smiling eyes flit to me, amused. “Would you like that?”

  “Yeah,” I smile back. “I think I’d at least like to try.”

  “Not tonight,” Akara says.

  “But—”

  “Not tonight,” Banks repeats even more firmly.

  I pout against Banks’ chest. “You both are such fucking teases.” I wonder if it’s because I drank tonight? Or because I need to level-up from beginner sex to kinkier sex?

  Banks runs his hands down the slope of my back to my bare ass. “You’re still gonna enjoy tonight, mermaid. Just hold on.”

  Akara steps out of his boxer-briefs, his erection standing at mouth-watering attention. I want you inside me, Kits.

  Climbing on the bed, he kneels behind me again. This time, I don’t peek over my shoulder. I see him in the mirror above and a little behind my iron-rung headboard. Akara asked me if he could place a mirror there a couple weeks ago.

  I said yeah, sure.

  Now I’m overcome with the fact that he imagined us having sex. And how much better it’d be if I could see both of them.

  Just because I haven’t had loads of sex doesn’t mean I’m unknowledgeable about sex—I totally understand that Akara is about to take me from behind. I just…don’t know if Banks is going to be inside me with him.

  Palms flat on Banks’ chest, I ask him, “Are you both going inside me?”

  “No, not at the same time.”

  I wonder if they’ll ever try or if that’s in the “never” category.

  It’s hard to say, and my mind drifts away from that question just as Akara kisses the back of my neck and rips off the rest of my shirt while I sit up.

  I’m bare on top of Banks.

  My skin prickles more against the air. “It’s cold,” I whisper.

  “You won’t be cold much longer, Sul,” Akara whispers against my neck, and our eyes flit to the mirror. His chest is against my back, and my head is titled as his lips suck
against my nape. Desire pooling like a sauna, Akara has two handfuls of my breasts, and I reach back and slip my fingers through his black hair.

  Feeling Banks’ hardness press against my heat, I look down and fall forward, slowly lowering my chest onto him, and his lips find my mouth with ease. I sink into the kiss like I’m letting the ocean take me.

  Akara skates his fingertips along my back until he has my hips in his possession. “I’m pulling her back.”

  Banks breaks the kiss while Akara tugs me. My cheek touches Banks’ heart. I’m in both their grips, and it’s utterly fucking intoxicating. I don’t know where to put my hands. What to do. I’m swept up in these feelings and I let the waves crash into me.

  Banks grows under my heat. His erection is vibrating my clit. I wiggle with need for the hard pressure inside me.

  “Sulli,” Banks groans. “Christ.”

  “Fuck,” I moan. “I just need…” I can’t get the words out.

  “What do you need?” Akara asks me, pushing me forward and rocking me against Banks. He’s building the friction like the biggest tease-builder in the fucking history of teases. Only the cotton layer of Banks’ boxer-briefs is between us.

  “I need…” The words are lost under desire.

  Akara stops moving me. “Breathe, Sullivan. Then speak.”

  I take a deep breath through my nose. “I need to be filled.”

  “By what?” Banks asks me, his fingers lost in my messy hair.

  “Your cock.” I meet Akara’s sensual gaze in the mirror. “And your cock.”

  “I’ll take that under consideration,” Akara says with a wicked smile. How I fucking love that smile. It sets my blood ablaze.

  And so does that phrase he’s said twice now.

  Akara keeps moving my hips. Friction, friction, more friction right against Banks’ cock. I buck against his hard dick. Needing more.

  Banks grunts, then looks over my shoulder. “Akara,” he groans.

  What does that mean?

  Akara plants a hand on the small of my back, keeping me more still. Then he pulls me back onto my knees. Banks rests my hands on either side of him on the bed. I’m on all-fours, and my ass is up against Akara.

  Akara watches me in the mirror and I watch him too, while his hand expertly sheathes himself with the condom. His long, hard length is going to be inside me—holy fucking hell.

  I focus in on Banks as he sits forward, and his lips touch my lips. His hand slips down my body and finds my swollen clit. Our eyes devour, and I look into Banks as Akara knocks my knees open wider.

  “Kits,” I breathe and try to glance over my shoulder. There’s a mirror, dummy.

  Akara puts a hand to my head so I kiss Banks again.

  Oh my fuck. Everything he does turns me on, lights me up.

  Fingers caress my entrance. “She’s soaked,” Banks informs him.

  “Pump inside her a couple times,” Akara says.

  I shouldn’t love so much how they talk about me in front of me. But I do. I love that a lot. They both care enough about me to communicate with each other. And fuck, it’s hot.

  Banks slips his fingers into me. Oh my God. Oh my God. The fullness and pressure are fucking divine, and we lock eyes with heavy breaths. But it’s over too quick. When he pulls out, I give him a starved look.

  “Sulli,” Banks laughs. “You’re gonna get his cock in a second.”

  I’m about to challenge that statement, thinking the second has already passed, but with Akara gripping my hips, his length slides into me with one slow, spellbinding movement. I meet his eyes in the mirror.

  “You okay?” he asks before moving.

  I’m lost for words. Akara is inside me from behind while I’m on top of Banks. I’m literally etching this image in my head for fucking ever.

  He smiles. “Sullivan.”

  “Akara.”

  “Are you okay?”

  “I’m very fucking okay.”

  “I’m going to take you lower, okay?”

  Take me however you want to, I almost say, but again, words are so fucking lost to the moment. He rocks slowly against my ass, and gently as he moves, he guides my knees out from under me. I’m lying down on Banks’ chest like before, but Akara stays inside me and keeps my hips at a perfect angle.

  At this position, Akara is more aggressive. He thrusts deeper, and my whole body rocks against Banks like a carnival ride.

  “Ahh…fuckfuck,” I cry, and he slows, checking on me.

  “She’s alright,” Banks asserts since he has a better view of my face. “Just overwhelmed.”

  Yeah, pretty fucking much.

  I can’t even catch my breath.

  Akara thrusts again, then lets out a deep noise of pleasure. “Fuck—no one try to punch me.” We don’t. We even laugh, and then headiness, arousal takes over. Sweat glistens our bodies. Feeling Akara inside me and Banks up against me is doing a number on my senses.

  I feel so close to them.

  So connected to them. Their hands touch me in such fucking care and desire.

  Akara pulls my legs so I’m back on my knees, but I stay sunk down with my back arched. He places a hand between my shoulder blades, keeping my breasts pressed to Banks’ chest.

  Akara thrusts quickly, surging pressure through the aching spot that craves depth and friction. His other hand clutches my hips again as he rocks into me from behind with a skilled, melodic pace.

  Dizzying me.

  Banks curves his arms around my shoulders, pinned tight to his chest. Our eyes crash together. He’s feeling my body move against him while Akara fucks me. I look into the mirror. Akara is watching me unravel.

  Moans roll out of me, no ability to stop them as I’m under their spell.

  Akara mutters another aroused curse. And he fists the quilt while he pumps.

  He slows down all of a sudden and my head spins. “How are you doing, Sul?” he asks in a heavy breath.

  I mumble something. I don’t know what. I’m lost in the wonderful fucking feeling of him inside me.

  Akara stops suddenly, pulling out.

  “No,” I breathe. “Please don’t go. Fuck, come back.”

  He slams harder into me, and I gasp, head almost colliding with Banks. But Banks holds me tighter to stop me from sliding up his body.

  I whimper as Akara slows and the need to feel that force intensifies.

  “I need you to come, Sulli,” Akara tells me. “Can you do that?” He says it like a challenge. Fuck yeah. I press my ear to Banks’ heart, his pulse quickened like mine.

  “I can come,” I tell Akara.

  “Can you come with Banks’ thumb in your mouth?” Akara challenges.

  Oh fuck.

  Banks cups my jaw with his wide hand and his thumb slips between my lips. “Suck on this for me, mermaid,” Banks whispers.

  I do as I’m told, my head alight with feelings. I pretend I’m taking his cock in my mouth like I’ve wanted. And as my lips wrap around him, Akara starts driving a little harder, a little deeper, a lot faster. He changes the tempo, and the sensations overwhelm me for a second.

  They’re both technically inside me. It’s what I wanted. Maybe they knew that all along. Ecstasy mounts and mounts until Akara slides in and out, in and out, in and out—and he hits a pleasure point that sends me over the edge. I cry out, body shaking, and Banks pulls his thumb out of my mouth as the orgasm ripples through me.

  Akara murmurs, “Sulli,” as he releases, his cock twitching in me. He milks the climax with slow, languid thrusts and then carefully pulls out.

  Before I can catch my breath, both men switch places. Akara is beneath me now.

  Banks is behind.

  “Breathe,” Akara coaches as Banks lines up behind me like Akara had done earlier. I’m much more used to Akara being behind and Banks in front since we most often cuddle in that position. I like digging my butt into Akara and burying my head into Banks when we sleep.

  But I love the switch-up too. It excites my
pulse, which is why I’m having trouble breathing. I place my head gently against Akara’s chest, and he caresses the top of my head.

  I look up into the mirror. “Banks?”

  He’s hesitating. “You sure you want to go again?”

  I lean back onto my knees, palms on either side of Akara. “Please.” I glance over my shoulder as Banks slips on a condom. He’s so big, and I pulse again, imagining him in me. “I want you inside me like Akara.” With Akara almost comes out of my mouth, but if I haven’t leveled-up to being tied with rope, I doubt they’ll want to both be in me at the same time.

  If they’re even willing, that is.

  Bolder, I say, “Get the fuck inside me.”

  They both laugh, and their laughter makes me feel cute. Special, even.

  Banks is much slower than Akara, taking his time. He’s worried he’ll accidentally hurt me. But I can take all of him. I know I fucking can.

  I stay on all-fours over Akara. His hands push hair out of my face, and I smile. He smiles back, and I look up at the mirror.

  Banks has my hip and a hand around his length. He eases slowly, slowly into me. I tremble. Oh my fucking God. At this speed, the pressure and fullness are even more noticeable.

  Akara makes a hot sound, and I steal a glance at Kits. His nose is flared, pleasure in his eyes as he watches Banks enter me and sees my expression that’s full of rapt attraction. Banks lowers my body further onto Akara’s chest.

  When Banks starts thrusting, I clutch onto Akara’s biceps for support. Fuck. My toes curl. After climaxing two times already, I’m set so close to an edge, it’s not taking much to push me off. I see him in the mirror, thrusting against me. I’m going to come. I’m going to come.

  I’m going to fucking come.

  “Are you all the way in?” I rasp. He has to be.

  “No,” Banks says.

  What?

  “I can take all of you,” I choke.

  “Not tonight,” Banks tells me.

  Sweaty, on the rise to the apex, I mumble out, “I officially…fucking hate…those two words.”

  Akara rubs my bare shoulder in comfort. “It doesn’t mean never. I know you hate that word more.”

  “Can you hand me that pillow?” Banks asks Akara.