Faking with Benefits : A Friends to Lovers Romance(64)

“Right under my balls. Feel free to try and find it any time.” Without warning, he slips a hand under my butt and pushes his slick fingertip against my back hole, rubbing a slow circle. I tense at the pressure, and both men slide forward, squeezing me in between two hot, muscled chests.

“This is on the list,” Zack tells Luke conversationally, as Josh tugs me into a hot kiss. My lashes flutter as his strong arms wrap around me, pulling me closer. Heat is thudding through my skin as he kisses his way down from my mouth, to my throat, then buries his face in my warm, trembling breasts. I arch back into Zack, sighing. The sensation is incredible. Silky and warm and wet…

I start to rock slowly on Zack’s lap, grinding my softly swelling sex against his bare leg as Josh licks lazily at my breasts, tickling my wet nipple with the tip of his tongue.

“She likes to be surrounded,” Zack informs Luke, who’s watching darkly. “It breaks her brain. And it means when I do this…”

He adds more pressure, sliding the very tip of his finger inside me. I quiver. It’s not painful, not exactly, but close enough. My back hole burns.

“There’s nowhere for her to go,” Zack finishes, sounding very pleased with himself.

“Get her wetter,” Luke orders over our heads. “She needs more.”

“Aight, boss.” There’s a wet squirting noise, and more cold liquid dribbles between my hot cheeks. Zack starts to massage the wetness into my tight arsehole. I press my face into Josh’s neck. “This is what you like, huh, gorgeous?” Zack asks. “She’s all packed in tight. Tight and full, huh, babe?” He gives my bum a slap, and I hiss, pressing closer into Josh.

“I see,” Luke says, his voice level. “That’s very interesting.” He tilts his head, surveying us. “You know, I think you could push her a bit harder, Zack.”





FORTY





LAYLA





I choke.

Zack chuckles. “Aight, boss.”

I feel more cool wetness against my behind, and then increasing pressure as Zack pushes his fingertip into me. I moan, my thighs quivering. It’s so goddamn tight.

Still plastered against my front, Josh reaches forward, sliding his fingers between my crossed legs. I don’t realise how wet I am until he starts swirling through my slick folds, rubbing his thumb leisurely over my twitching bundle of nerves.

Suddenly, I can’t fill my lungs. I gasp, shuddering all over. It barely takes a few touches before I start to fall apart. I cry out as Zack takes the opportunity to push his finger in to the knuckle, penetrating the tight ring of muscle.

With his finger in my backside, the climax feels different. Deeper, like it’s quaking up from some place deep inside me. It shakes me to the core, wracking through my whole body. I wind up clasping onto Josh’s neck, gasping as he strokes my back.

“Okay?” He asks in my ear as I wind down, clawing at his skin.

In answer, I tug at him, trying to pull him down onto the mattress. “Lie down,” I order. “I want to ride you.”

He groans, doing as I say, lying down on his back on the bed. Zack pulls out of me, and I hear him fumbling with the bottle as I climb over Josh’s thighs, settling my weight over his hips. He’s hard as a rock; I can feel the heat of his glistening erection thumping against my stomach. Josh watches me silently, his eyes dark and his cheeks flushed as I lean down, running my hands over his ripped abs. I trail them teasingly down his happy trail, and then finally fist the base of his swollen shaft. His whole body flinches as I wrap my fingers around his length, giving him two firm pumps.

“Layla,” he says darkly, his hands flying to my waist. “Don’t.”

I kneel over him, not breaking eye contact as I guide him to my own wet entrance. He grips my hips, groaning deeply as I sink onto him, sheathing him down to the root.

It feels incredible. He fills me up completely, hot and solid, stretching unbelievably deep inside me. I roll my hips once, twice, finding the right angle, then look over my shoulder at Zack, lifting my bum in invitation.

“Oh, you can tell she’s watched a ton of these videos,” Zack says. “You know all the positions, don’t you, honey?”

I flush. “I need you,” I say. I do. My ass is clenching over nothingness. I feel empty. “Now.” My eyes drop to his member. He looks ridiculously big, fat and glistening, but I don’t care. He could cleave me in half and I’d like it.

He huffs a laugh. “Lass, you’ve seen my package, haven’t you? If you think it’s the width of one finger, I’m gonna be very upset. Josh, keep her busy.”

I whine, rocking over Josh, and Josh obligingly thrusts upwards, punching into me. My protests all dissolve as he angles his hips, his stiff rod suddenly shoving deep inside me. “Oh.”

Josh gives me a rare smile.

“Good girl,” Zack purrs. “Keep riding him. You like that, don’t you honey?” I feel his finger slide back into my arse. He rolls it around, stretching me out inside, stimulating nerves deep inside me. I glance back to see that he’s jacking himself off as he fingers me, his eyes fixed on my behind.

Moaning, I grind my hips over Josh’s, riding him faster, taking him even deeper. When Zack finally adds a second finger, all my thoughts disappear. What starts off as an easy glide soon gets more and more intense. My back hole aches and stretches as he pushes gently inside. Above all, I feel full. It’s a dull feeling of pressure inside my belly, but as Zack pushes forwards, sliding his fingers further into me, the feeling gets more and more intense. I can feel my wet, tight internal walls slowly stretching to accommodate him. I squirm. I’m full. Stuffed full between the two men as they thrust inside me again and again and again. The feeling is unbelievable. I can barely move. I’m flushed and overheated and breathless, squirming for more friction.