Faking with Benefits : A Friends to Lovers Romance(40)

I tease her for a bit, tracing my tip up and down her slit, pushing slightly into her entrance. She snaps her legs shut, holding me in place with her thighs. “Zack,” she swears. “Now, please.”

“Alright, lass.” I finally line myself up and push slowly inside her. God, she’s so tight. Tight and soft and blazing hot. As I ease into her, I feel her throbbing, slick walls resist and then relax to take me. When I finally bottom out, she flops her head back against Josh’s shoulder, her mouth falling open. It’s almost painful not to move, but I stay still, stroking her thigh until she nods.

“Go,” she says breathlessly. “Now. I’m good.”

“Yeah?”

She frowns. “Yeah.”

I can’t resist messing with her. “You sure? We could just stay like this for a bit, if you’d prefer.”

“I could murder you in your sleep, if you’d prefer.”

I laugh. “Alright, lass. Keep your knickers on. Or off, I guess.” She rolls her eyes. Squeezing her thigh, I pull back, groaning at the slick, sucking sensation, then slam into her. She lets out a sound like she’s dying.

“More,” she orders, and I laugh, rolling my hips again. She feels like heaven; her slippery, greedy walls clamp down on me every time I thrust into her, like she’s trying to pull me in deeper. Every little movement I make has her body twisting and shivering.

“You’re perfect,” I tell her. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Do I need to s-say something?” She asks, her whole body jerking with my next thrust.

There’s a wet noise that I assume means Josh was kissing her. “What do you want to say?” He asks, his voice low.

“I don’t know. People talk in bed, right?”

I snort. “Weirdo.”

Josh strokes through her hair. “You’re overthinking this. You don’t have a checklist you need to go through.”

“Right.” She takes a deep breath. “I-in that case, ah—” She breaks off as I change the angle, plunging even deeper into her. “Zack,” she moans, making me laugh.

I pat her knee. “Aye, if it keeps you making those noises, I’d definitely like you to speak, love.”

She grabs Josh’s hand and tugs him out from behind her. I watch, bemused, as he stands up, and she drags him to stand by the side of the bed.

“Take off your pants,” she orders. He raises an eyebrow, but obediently pulls off his boxers, and she reaches for him. He swears, his hands flying to her hair as she presses a kiss to the tip of his dick.

I’m impressed. “Hey. This is some advanced-level three-way stuff, honey.”

“Just another thing I’m naturally great at,” she declares, tossing her hair behind her shoulders. Her bravado is ruined slightly by the way her tits jiggle as I thrust back into her.

I laugh. “You weren’t kiddin’ when you said you liked this, huh? Bet you’ve gotten yourself off imagining this before, haven’t you?”

The flush on her cheeks gets even deeper. She glares at me.

“Can we get on with it,” Josh mutters. Layla just licks a stripe under his shaft, mouthing at his balls. He swears, his knees buckling so hard he almost falls, and I turn my attention back between Layla’s legs.

She’s already close. I can feel it, feel the way her muscles are starting to clutch and grip at me. And I’m right behind her. I lift one of her legs, balancing it against my hip, and start driving into her even harder than before. She shouts, quivering in my grip. Beads of sweat roll down her thighs and dew under my hands. I shove into her even further, desperate to push her off the edge.

“Jesus,” Josh spits out. “L, slow down—”

I glance up, and almost come right then and there. She’s blowing him enthusiastically as I screw her, her pink cheeks hollowed, her lips red and wet as her head bobs over his length. Her whole body is jolting with every one of my thrusts, pushing him further down her throat, but she doesn’t seem bothered, sucking at him sloppily. He has a hand clutched in her pale blonde hair, and he’s panting like he can’t catch his breath. I can’t blame him.

“Layla,” he repeats, “If you don’t stop, I’ll come.”

She makes an approving noise and reaches up with her other hand, squeezing his balls as she tongues at him. I watch as he loses control, shouting as he spills into her mouth. She tightens her grip on him, gulping down his come, her throat moving as she swallows over and over.

It’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen. Too hot. I can feel arousal coiling and tightening in my stomach.

“I’m close,” I warn her, and she nods, eventually pulling away from Josh. Her lips are swollen, and she’s shivering hard. I can feel her little body winding tighter as I move inside her. She’s trying to slow herself down, to drag this out, clasping weakly at the bedsheets.

I don’t want that.

Bracing my arm against the wall, I ram into her once, twice, three times. Layla lets out a small, very urgent moan, shuddering underneath me. “Oh - oh, God,” she mumbles, her breath coming fast and desperate. “I…”

“Come,” I order.

She cries out as she collapses into another trembling climax, her hands flying out. Her body arches, twisting and shaking. Layla’s a curvy little thing, all soft tits and hips, and her whole body bounces as her release rips through her. Gritting my teeth, I keep on pounding into her, drilling into that special spot deep inside her. Her centre pulses and twitches around me, flushing a few shades deeper. My sheets are getting soaked through with her wetness.