Faking with Benefits : A Friends to Lovers Romance(66)

And then he’s coming inside me. His balls throb as he starts to unload, his seed spilling deep into my belly, filling me up inside. I fist my hands into his shoulders, still licking sloppily at Luke’s rock-hard member as I ride Josh through every last twitch and pulse.

Behind me, I feel Zack suddenly pull his fingers out. I shout in indignation—and then jolt as I feel something fat and hard pressing against my back hole. My eyes widen as Zack thrusts the slick head of his cock inside my arse right as he starts to come. Heat fountains through me, spilling deep inside me as Zack shoots into me. He’s not deep enough to fill me, and I can feel the wet heat of his come dribbling down my cheeks, slipping in sticky rivulets down my thighs. I gasp, heat shocking through me. I feel like I’m overflowing.

At the same time, Luke yanks his dick out of my mouth. I choke, my airway suddenly filling, as he steps forward, pumping himself sloppily in his hand. My mouth falls open as he shouts and finally loses control, spilling all over my back. Come showers over my skin, warm and wet. I start to shake as it rolls down my sides, dripping off my chest and waist onto the sheets. Josh jerks his hips, pushing even deeper into me, and I’m gone.

My release wipes me away. Everything goes blank and empty as pleasure rolls over me. I choke and gasp, scrabbling at the sheets, my eyes squeezed tightly shut as I ride the wave. I vaguely feel hands holding me up, supporting me, squeezing and stroking me. Fingers stroke between my legs, dragging my orgasm out of me in long, convulsive waves.

When I come back to Earth, I’m panting and dripping, still on all fours on the bed. Josh carefully slides out from under me, pressing kisses up my neck. Luke steps forwards and pushes me gently onto the sheets. “Good girl,” he practically purrs into my ear, wrapping me in his arms. Gasping, I look across at him. He looks utterly satisfied, his silvery hair mussed and his eyes fuzzy with pleasure. It’s so hot it makes me throb all over again. “You’re perfect. So perfect.”

I snuggle into him wordlessly.

There’s a low groan over my head, then Zack slumps down at our side, breathing hard.

“Shit,” he crows. “This is gonna change the game, isn’t it?”





TRANSCRIPT





THREE SINGLE GUYS EPISODE 447: THREE BECOME FOUR





JOSH: Hello everyone, and welcome back to episode 447 of Three Single Guys. First of all, I’d like to congratulate Beth, Cyrus, Sebastian and Jack on their engagement. They’ve emailed into the show several times over the years, and we just received news that they’re finally tying the knot, so congratulations!



ZACK: And thanks for sending another wedding invite for Josh to add to the weird collage he has on his bedroom wall.



JOSH: Shh. Now, this week, we polled our listeners to see what you’d like to see in next month’s episodes. Aside from the numerous people who suggested we all make a sex tape…



LAYLA: You wish, creeps.



JOSH: …The number one request was that Luke join in the segment.



LAYLA: Hey, did I mention that I used my womanly wiles and convinced Luke to join the segment?



LUKE: It was your womanly wiles, was it?



LAYLA: Yep. I batted my eyelashes at you, and you fell at my feet. Now I have three fake boyfriends. I guess this means my lessons are working, right?



LUKE: I stand by my statement that you never needed lessons. But, yes, from now on, I will be joining in this asinine experiment.



JOSH: We love you, too. Let’s see… the second biggest request is that Zack do an episode on grieving a partner. Layla, I believe this was your idea, wasn’t it?



LAYLA: Only if you want to. You guys get so many questions about grief, I think you could lead a whole episode on it.



ZACK: (Doesn’t respond)



JOSH: ... okay. I guess that’s a no. We also had several people saying that Layla should join our listener advice segment. So, while you’re here, love, would you like to read out a listener email? I’ve got one for you right here.



LAYLA: Sure. (Paper rustles). Okay. ‘My boyfriend’s always asking me to ride his face — but I’m a bigger girl, and I’m worried I might hurt him. From Curvy in Kentucky.’ Okay, babe. I don’t know how strong the human head is, and I don’t think it matters. There’s no weight capacity. Just sit on his face, and if he dies, he dies.



JOSH: (Coughs violently)



ZACK: Damn straight. Bury him alive. Lucky guy.



LUKE: The human head can withstand up to about five hundred pounds of pressure. But that’s not really a weight limit, since in this position, you’d be kneeling, with your weight balanced on your knees. If you struggle to hold your balance, try holding onto your headboard.



LAYLA: Nope. Don’t listen to him. You don’t have to kneel. Sit on his mouth like a throne. Enjoy your ride, doll. Josh, do you need some water?



JOSH: I’m fine. I just didn’t realise you were so experienced at sitting on guys’ faces.



LAYLA: I’m not at all, actually. Hopefully, I will be one day. Very, very soon.



(A brief pause. A chair scrapes back)