Wild Like Us

by Ritchie, Krista

  Banks wears a crooked smile and laughs hard.

  “Let’s not go that far,” Akara says, and as he strides to the tub, I see what’s in his hand. Two condom packets. This is happening. My abs clench expectantly. Excitement rushes through my veins like I’m just about to take the starting block before a swim heat.

  “How does this work?” I ask.

  The intensity of their gazes bears down on me suddenly. I quickly add, “I’m aware of how sex fucking works—”

  “We know you know that,” Banks says, assuring me.

  “Plus”—I lean my head back against his shoulder, staring up at him—“I know a ton of fucking positions, too. Porn really helped with that.”

  The way he looks down at me is with a headiness that steals my breath, and he grows harder against me. My pulse descends between my legs. “What kind of porn does a mermaid watch?” he asks huskily, eyes falling to my lips.

  “Different things,” I say, a little distracted by Akara. He steps into the bathtub again, condoms still in his fingers. The water keeps draining, my naked body more in view and the cold nipping at my skin.

  “Even DP,” I add. Though that’s not usually a regular go-to for me.

  Akara stiffens.

  “Double penetration,” I clarify.

  “I know what DP stands for, string bean.” He sinks down into the tub. Our bare knees knock into each other. Banks plugs the drain back up, leaving only a couple inches of water. It feels like I’m sitting on a sandbar with a layer of ocean.

  I take a breath. There’s a reason I brought it up, and I think Akara’s connecting the dots. So I just come out and say it, “In case you both don’t want to choose who goes first, I just thought I’d throw that fucking out there as an option.”

  Banks puts his hands atop my head. His face is caught between amusement, a laugh, and a little shock.

  “That’s very considerate of you, Sul,” Akara says, kneeling in front of me. His cock looks harder than I’ve ever seen it. He cups my kneecap, carefully parting my legs. “But you’re not taking two dicks at the same time when you’ve never had one.”

  “Go big or go home,” I say into a grin.

  Banks laughs, his chest rising and falling against my back.

  My grin falters as my breath shallows, especially as Banks’ hand slips to the inside of my thigh. He pulls my left leg open more, like he did earlier tonight.

  I really fucking love when he does that. And I loved how Akara had possession of my other leg earlier too.

  In the water tonight, I just feel so safe with them. Like I really could bask in this pleasure and emotion for eternity.

  Can I live in this tub? I have everything I need here.

  Banks and Akara talk through their eyes for a single second, and then Akara tells me, “Unless you have an issue with it, I’m going to take your virginity. Banks is going to watch.”

  Fuck, wow.

  “It was that easy to make the decision?” I thought there’d be a longer debate between them.

  Banks looks down at me. “I’m not small.”

  “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 will fit.” 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’m beyond fucking 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 they both knew this fact too, which sends my pulse beating even harder. Older. More experienced. Strong but definitely not stronger 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 touches that spot 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.

  Akara scoots closer. His hand slides down my knee, then he lifts my leg over his tattooed shoulder. Oh my God.

  Heat stoked between all three of us, Akara leans close to my face and kisses me ravenously on the lips, his tongue slipping hotly against my tongue. When we part, his forehead presses to mine. “Tell me if it hurts,” he whispers.

  “I will.”

  He glances down at our bodies, and I must not be aligned perfectly because Banks lifts up my ass so I’m at a better angle. I settle back more against Banks’ chest. Letting him take more of my weight. His hands stay on my hips, and I lift up my head, our mouths meeting instinctively. He kisses me strongly. I kiss back wanting more, more, so much more, so this never reaches an end.

  With his lips on my lips, I feel a pressure against my heat. Lost in the moment until my pulses races—keenly aware that Akara is easing into me.

  I wince at a sharp pain, breaking the kiss.

  “Okay?” Akara asks, a tender hand to my chin.

  The pain fades fast. “Yeah,” I breathe out. “Are you in?”

  “Not all the way.” He still doesn’t move. “Sul?”

  “Yeah?”

  “You’re wincing. Are you sure it doesn’t hurt?”

  “It doesn’t anymore. I promise.” I try to relax my face.
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br />   “Is she wet enough?” Banks reaches down to my pussy.

  “She’s soaked,” Akara assures.

  Banks rubs my clit in melodic circles, heating me up to a boil. The bundle of nerves isn’t too sensitive to the touch yet, thankfully, because I want him to keep his hand there.

  My body is singing, and I reach out, gripping Banks’ bicep for support. Even though I’m not in threat of falling, I feel like I’m floating already.

  Akara runs a hand up and down my thigh. “I’m going to ease in a little bit more.”

  My cheeks have roasted a shade of red called Sullivan Meadows is A-Roused. I really kind of love how they’re discussing me. Like my wants and needs are both of their priorities.

  Akara thrusts his waist forward, pushing deeper inside of me, and I gasp at the pressure, new and different, and his warmth, the fullness, reaches pleasure-points. My gasp cuts into an overwhelmed breath as he rocks again, then I wince.

  He stops.

  Banks even stops rubbing me.

  “Go, go,” I rasp. “Please…I need…it doesn’t hurt, really.”

  “Really?” Akara asks, skeptical. I get why. I like experiencing new things, and I’m very comfortable with them to where, maybe, I wouldn’t brake right away. But that’s a big fucking maybe, and that’s not what’s happening.

  “It’s just different, a good different.”

  Akara cups my cheek, studying my features for a second.

  “I just might be anticipating things too much,” I explain. “Just, fuck…please keep going.” I look up at Banks. “I promise I’m alright.”

  He plants a kiss on my lips again.

  Akara kisses my leg hoisted over his shoulder. And then, he drives deeper. I watch him disappear inch by inch inside me. The leg-quaking feeling ascends upon me again. He slides out quicker than he arrived, then takes the slow-trek back in.

  Fuckfuckfuck. The fullness is overwhelming.

  I whimper as he does it again. Out. In.

  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 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.

  Something sensual passes between us. A simple phrase from me to him.

  Your turn.

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  BANKS MORETTI

  Hell have mercy on my soul.

  I press my knees to the warm, empty tub. “Again?” I ask.

  “Again,” she rasps, her eyes coveting me as much I covet the hell out of her.

 
I hesitate, though, because I really don’t know if she should be having sex with me after she just had that kind of deep sex. I don’t want to hurt her.

  She just had a perfect first time, and I’m fucking terrified I’m gonna ruin this experience. I glance over at Akara.

  He pulls her wet hair into his hands. Twisting strands into spirals that fall loose. A strange calmness hangs in the air between me and him. A respect and a type of love that I can’t explain, but everything feels easy tonight when you’d think it’d be the biggest clusterfuck alive.

  Come on, Banks.

  I just ask, “You sure you’re not too tired, mermaid?”

  “I’m wide-awake,” she professes, arching her hips a bit. “Can you…?”

  I edge closer, my hand sinking down her leg to the inside of her thigh. I pull her down some, and Akara shifts her hips. His brown eyes flit to me as he wraps an arm around her collar, then kneads one of her breasts.

  Christ.

  I’m dying to be inside Sulli. Sweat glistens across my skin, and it’s not just my sweat either. I brush a hand across my unshaven jaw as our heady breaths fill the air again.

  In most situations, I think she’d normally have passed out after getting pounded by him—at least if I were a chick, Akara would have knocked me out after that fucking—but she seems to be running off adrenaline for the moment.

  Her eyes are pinned to my length. My cock throbs uncomfortably. It took mental endurance not to come when I heard her cry out. I’m painfully hard. Fuck, I need a release.

  “I want you inside me,” she says in a pant. “…if that wasn’t fucking crystal.”

  I smile. “It came through clear.” I slide my fingers against her heat. “I want inside you, too.”

  She bucks up. “Banks.” Her eyes almost roll.

  A deep noise rumbles in me. Fuck. She’s really sensitive, but I’ll find a way to make this last a long while for her. For us.

  Akara hands me the condom packet, and I do a quick double-check to make sure he grabbed mine. Last thing I need is this shit ripping while I’m inside her.

  I spot the size. Good to go.

  Akara tilts her chin back and they kiss softly while I sheath myself. He catches her lip between his teeth, and I align my waist with hers, clasping and lifting up her hips. Her bikini tan line is cute.