Faking with Benefits : A Friends to Lovers Romance(65)

Josh strokes my face. “Good?” He asks.

I nod, shivering as I look down at him. It’s more than good. This is every wet dream I’ve ever had come to life. Every fantasy.

Well. Almost.

I glance around and spot Luke. He’s standing in the corner of the room, a hand fisted around the base of his dick as he watches.

“Get here,” I say, my body jolting as Zack shoves his fingers deeper into me. “God. Please. Please, please.”

He shakes his head. “Not yet.” His voice is very low. “Keep going.”

I lean over, straining to reach him. I must accidentally bare down, because Josh suddenly shouts at the squeeze. “Jesus. Layla. Kiss me.”

“Come here,” I order Luke, my eyes blurring.

He shakes his head, nodding at Josh. “You heard him. Kiss him.”

Obediently, I fold over to kiss Josh. He melts under me, sliding his tongue between my lips. We make out hard, our tongues sliding together in time with his and Zack’s movements. I can feel his body tightening as he bites my neck. The feeling of our slick, naked bodies rubbing together is one of the hottest, most primal experiences I’ve ever had. It’s raw and animal. And I love it.

“I need to come.” I grit out.

“One sec.” Josh adjusts the angle, slams up into me again. I close my eyes. He’s screwing into me so hard that there’s no way I can hold this back. No way in Hell.

“Josh—”

He’s sweaty and gold in the bedside light. “Hang on, love. Zack—”

Zack grunts behind me, increasing his pace, drilling his fingers into me. I’m pretty sure I’m about to pass out. My head is spinning. My arms and legs are trembling. I rub up against Josh hard, frantic for release.

“Josh… Zack—please,” I pant, “Please. Come on.” I need to come. I feel swollen and heavy and throbbing. I start nipping a mark onto Josh’s neck, and he groans, his hips spasming under me. I’m so wet that the sudden thrust makes me squelch. My entrance sucks at him, clutching down. I’m almost there.

A hand touches my face. I look up.





FORTY-ONE





LAYLA





Luke is standing in front of me, one fist closed around his dick. He looks nothing like my old teacher. All the mildness and gentleness has gone. Now all that’s left is authority. His eyes are dark as he studies me.

“Are you close?” He demands.

I nod, moaning as I feel Josh change his angle slightly, hitting me even deeper inside. Luke nods and pumps himself once.

My eyes flick between his legs. He’s so hard it looks almost painful. His dick is swollen and leaking, visibly twitching in time with his heartbeat. I lean forward until his balls are hanging heavy and hot by my cheeks, and start lapping at them, mouthing at the sensitive skin underneath. Luke cries out, tugging painfully at my hair.

“God.” He twists his hips so his hard-on bumps against my face. “Suck it, Layla.”

My mouth waters as he presses his smooth, hot head roughly against my lips. Carefully, my body still shivering and wrenching with each of Josh and Zack’s heavy thrusts, I open my mouth to take him.

God, he’s big. Big and soft and hard, all at the same time. I take him as deeply as I can, and he groans as he sinks into me, tightening his fingers in my hair as I swallow his warm, manly taste, breathing him in.

Zack suddenly slaps my bum, his handprint stinging against my soft cheek, and my whole body jerks. I choke a little, whimpering as Luke’s length shoves further down my throat. Tears blur my eyes.

“It’s okay.” Luke’s hand trails down my neck, massaging me to softness. “Relax. You can take it.”

I nod, shuddering, and let my throat relax, breathing through my nose. Luke groans as I take him even deeper, swallowing him almost down to the root. I shudder as I feel him slide slickly down my throat.

It’s not a comfortable position at all; half-kneeling over Josh, getting fingered doggy style by Zack, my neck twisted to take Luke as deep as possible. But for some reason, I like that even more. I like that the men are just using me. Pounding into me like I’m just a set of holes.

It suddenly strikes me how lucky I am. This is one of my hottest fantasies come to life, and I could only ever live it out with these three men. There’s no other guy on the planet that I’d trust to do this with me. But I know these boys love and respect me. I know they’d rather die than hurt me.

Zack twists his hand, curling his fingers. I start to moan as I bob over Luke’s thickening erection, going down on him sloppily. I’m so close to coming. I’m a mess. My face is wet with sweat and spit. My insides are burning.

And still, I want more. I rut desperately back between Zack and Josh, trying to get more pressure. They yank me back into place as I start to thrash, my body helplessly jerking and shaking as it tries to process the onslaught of sensation.

“She’s dripping on me,” Josh hisses, as I squeeze desperately around him, riding him even harder. “Christ, L, I’m going to…”

He’s going to come. I know he is; his skin is starting to glow with sweat, and his breath is coming faster. Maybe I’m just imagining it, but I swear I can feel him hardening inside me. I grind down harder, screwing down into him, rubbing myself over him until his mouth falls open.