Faking with Benefits : A Friends to Lovers Romance(43)
LAYLA: Okay, hang on. I’m wearing one right now. (Muffled sound of clothing) What do you think?
JOSH: Jesus.
LUKE: Layla! Put your shirt back on.
ZACK: This is the best day of my effing life.
LAYLA: Thanks. Review, please.
ZACK: Um. Yeah. Your tits look huge. Five stars. Would recommend.
LAYLA: The pants match.
ZACK: Please tell me you’re wearing them.
LAYLA: Yes, actually, let me just—
JOSH: (speaking quickly) Use the code THREESINGLEGUYS for twenty percent off. Terms and conditions apply. The full collection launches August 1st. Layla, for the love of God, please put your shirt back on before Zack’s drool breaks the equipment.
Saffy @SaffronJamesModel ?
I just got a prototype of @HerTreatLayla’s new ‘butterfly’ undie set. Girls. This is a GAME CHANGER
Buzz Tone Podcasts @Buzz_Tone_Media
@ThreeSingleGuys just hit the UK Comedy charts! If you haven’t heard the latest episode, download it NOW!
Ellen Smith @bougie_beautie_ellen
I hate @HerTreatLayla. She’s rude and bitchy, and her clothes look tacky as hell #getheroff
Hattie Clarke @zack_harding_fan
@ThreeSingleGuysPodcast I’m getting really sick of hearing the new girl on the show. She has such an annoying voice omfg
George Kiely @georgiotheman
@ThreeSingleGuysPodcast Isn’t this podcast supposed to be male advice? I’m not a misogynist, but if I wanted to hear a woman nagging me about relationships, I’d speak to my mom. Unsubscribing.
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From: [email protected]
To [email protected]
Subject: Welcome Back Alumnis!!
Dear alumni,
It is with great pride that we invite you to join us at the class of 2011 Emery High School ten-year reunion. Put on your glad rags and come to reminisce, renew old friendships, and see all of the faces you’ve missed over the last decade!
Attire - formal. Location - Emery High Gymnasium. Entrance fee - ￡20. Partners welcome.
TWENTY-SIX
LAYLA
“I’m telling you, I made the order,” I say for the fifth time into my phone, rubbing my face.
I’ve been sitting at my bedroom desk for the last five hours, and I feel like crap. My back is aching, my eyes keep falling shut, and I haven’t gotten more than four consecutive hours’ sleep in the past five days.
This week has been mental. Sunday’s episode of Three Single Guys was a smash hit. The podcast reached number three on the UK podcast and radio charts, and has barely dropped in popularity since. My socials are blowing up; I’m now at 50K PictureGram followers, and my Twitter notifications are coming in so fast I can’t physically keep up. After I did the ad segment for my upcoming Butterfly collection, I got over a thousand pre-orders overnight, and they’re still trickling in. I’m scrambling to get everything ready for the release day in five months. Sales on my previous collection are through the roof, so I need to get all of those orders packed, processed and shipped. I’ve even had a couple of influencers reach out, asking for free products to promote.
On top of that, I’m having so much fun with Josh and Zack. It turns out, having two boyfriends is great. We’ve hung out pretty much every evening this week, eating together, cuddling, watching movies — and afterwards, I’ve spent every single night in their apartment.
It’s ridiculous how much sex we’re having. Every night, multiple times a night. I’ve never been this horny in my life, but now that we’ve finally broken through the dam, it’s like I can’t stop touching them. There’s something about the fact that there’s two of them, passing me between them, sharing me, that just sets me on fire. Zack pestered me until I finally wrote him the list of all my fantasies, and now we’re working through them, one by one.
Hell, just last night all three of us were up to the early morning. The guys spit-roasted me again. This time, they laid me down on my back on Zack’s bed, sandwiching me between them as they drilled into me hard from both sides. They were merciless, pounding me through the climaxes that wracked and shook through my body, until I was left sweating and moaning in a wet patch in the sheets. After I’d finally taken more than I could bear, I’d dropped to my knees by the bed, alternating between blowing them and jacking them hard and fast. I was never super into giving head, but with Zack and Josh, I can’t get enough of it. I love how every little lick and suckle can draw out a low groan or a flinch. It’s ridiculously hot to feel how I’m affecting them.
I went down on them for what felt like an hour, teasing them until they were leaking and twitching and panting, finally giving in and filling my mouth with come. I can still practically taste them, hot and thick as they pour down my throat.
At the memory, my cheeks heat. I push the thought away, trying to focus. I need to concentrate.