Page 107 of Wild Like Us
Bodyguard talk.Most in security have the speak-through-eyes talent, but I think the closer they are as friends, the easier it is and the more I see them do it.
Without their touch and with the air hitting my exposed skin, I shiver more.What kind of things?“You do know virgins can get horny, right? I’m not immune to nipple flicking. That kind of thing.”
My hands rest casually on their packages, and I feel their dicks twitch at my words. I can’t help but smile. Wind pounds at the tent, and a chill snakes through me along with the gathering heat between us.
“So you’re horny,” Banks says huskily.
My pulse drops to my pussy as if complying with his words. His eyes set on me in a way that steals my breath. He’s older. More experienced. I’m sure he’s aroused plenty of women. I’m not his first, even if he might be mine.
“And you’re cold,” Akara adds.Coldsounds more likereadyon his lips. His gaze makes me feel utterly naked like there’s no sleeping bag on top of my waist. His playful side has switched off in favor of something more serious and sensual.
“Really horny. Really cold…both those things, yeah,” I manage to say. Probably ineloquently. How does one wax poetic soliloquies at a dreamy moment?
I have no idea. I’m not perfect with words. I’m just untamed feelings.
Not in my head enough to even be embarrassed, I just say what I’m thinking. “I feel like my skin has been shed over and over tonight, and I need warmth and something or someone to hold it together before it reaches the bone. I just…I want to be touched. Likereallytouched.” My voice comes out choked at the last part.
They both slide closer until their bodies are flush against mine. I almost turn on my side, but Akara puts his hand on my abdomen to stop me. “Stay right here,” he whispers into my ear. His forehead pressed against my temple. “We’re going to touch you, Sulli.”
Very softly, Banks asks, “How far have you gone with someone before?” His deep voice is one of the most soothing sounds in the night. Lulling me into comfort, into those feathers. A loving, protective embrace—what I’ve always wanted in carnal moments like this.
And it’s not just here once.
I feel it twice.
“Just kissing,” I say in a single breath. “That’s all I’ve really done with someone.”
They nod, and they share another look. Maybe telling each other to be careful with me. Maybe just recognizing that being touched is big and new for me, and I want it.God, do I fucking want it and them and their hands and overpowering, tremendous, can-barely-breatheaffection.
Banks blows his breath into his hand, warming it before he lets his palm travel down my inner-thigh. He pulls my thigh back against him. Akara does the same with my right thigh. They spread me open.
My heart beats loud in my ears, and Banks plants a soft kiss at my neck. Akara’s lips trail up my ribcage to my breast. His tongue teases my perked nipple.Fuck yes, yes, yes.They both knead the flesh at my thighs, near my heat but not satiating that spot. My need grows, and I writhe.
I squirm, feeling wetness gather. My back arches for them. Wanting more touch, more warmth, more emotion andfeeling.No emptiness. No loneliness. No nothingness.
My hands have slipped off their dicks, and I go to reach for Banks’ head. Anything to hold onto. Swiftly, Akara snatches my wrist midair. Clutching it tight, he pulls my hand above my head.
Banks watches my lips as they part in an aroused breath. And then his warmed fingers slide underneath my panties.Yes.
And between my folds. Slowly, he slips a finger inside of me, pumping in acome hithermotion. Feeling him there, the fullness, the pressure, the sensation—I dizzy and buck up again. He watches my movements like he’s studying my reaction, my arousal, and he discovers a sensitive spot, creating mind-altering friction—my legs twitch.
“Oh fuck,” I curse, about to cover my eyes but my wrist jerks in Akara’s hold. He keeps my arm pinned, and I drink in the way he has me. The waytheyhave me so completely in their care. Being able to open myself and give myself to people I trust is more freeing than I ever realized.
I feel like I’m flying.
Like I’m powerful. In-fucking-vincible. Able to transcend time and place and reason.
Akara shifts his own hand off my thigh.
I have trouble trying to see Banks’ reactionandAkara’s. I try to watch both guys at once. My breath hitches as Akara moves his hand up to my pussy. They’re not both going inside me, are they? And then I feel his thumb circle my throbbing clit.
I moan.
Akara curses under his breath.
Banks picks up speed. My legs begin to tremble and sweat builds on my skin. Their kisses return—Akara focuses on my nipples, teasing and sucking. Banks closes his lips on the soft flesh of my neck, then up to my lips. Every sensitive bud, sensitive spot feels lit by these two men.
I’ve never drowned before today.
