Page 201 of Wild Like Us
“Oh…fuck,” she moans. “Please…”
I’m on fire, burning in the water.
Banks kisses the most sensitive spot of her neck, and his eyes flit to me while he sucks. He’s watchingherhand find my cock beneath the water again. She rubs me a few times. I’m watching him drive her crazy. Her body keeps trembling in needy waves.
This give and take is like walking into high voltage. All shockwaves and electrified energy.
I suck her nipple again, and she lets out a raspy breath. Her hand is friction on my length, but I crave to sink between her legs.
Something changes in the room. The temperature kicks up ten notches, and our movements grow more passionate, more urgent. Like this could end.
Like some unforeseen figure just overturned an hourglass and time drains with the sand.
My lips find hers once more, and our kiss siphons oxygen. Banks and I knock elbows again, but this time I don’t apologize. His face is inches from mine as he sucks on her neck, and as his hand cups her breasts, I can feel the tops of his fingers against my chest.
I break from her lips at the same time Banks pulls away from her neck. She breathes ragged breath as her hand slips from my length and grips onto my thigh.
My hard body is pressed against hers while I breathe beside her ear, “We can slow down.”
“I don’t want to slow down,” she says, very raspy. “I want this to last forever.” She touches our hands under the water that hold onto her thighs. “I want to have sex.” She takes a breath. “Tonight.”
She’s a virgin.The thought blares in my head.Be careful with her.I know she’s not even on any kind of birth control.
Banks looks her over. “Sulli—”
“If that’s something you two want,” she spits out quickly. “I know we had a rule—no P-in-the-V action until I chose. But tonight just feels…”
“Perfect,” I finish for her.
Her eyes wash over mine. “Yeah.” Her breasts rise in a bigger breath. “It’s perfect. Or is it just me?”
“It’s not,” Banks says the same time I say, “It’s not just you.”
She nods strongly.
Banks and I share a look.Feel the moment.
It feels right.
That should be all that matters.
52
SULLIVAN MEADOWS
Akara leavesthe tub completely naked.
Oh my fucking God. My chest rises and falls heavily while I watch him, his shoulder and upper-chest beautifully inked. Water drips off his body as he steps on my teal bathmat. Behind me, Banks reaches down and unplugs the tub.
“Are we fucking leaving?” I ask, a little more than just bummed. I don’t want to go. Everything has been perfect right here. Being so close. So warm.
The water.
Banks.
Kits.
Them. And us.
