I swallow and nod. Josh gives me a tiny smile, sparking warmth deep in my belly. Then, finally, finally, he brings his mouth to my sex. I gasp, shaking all over as his tongue strokes smoothly between my slick, hot lower lips. I pull my legs even further apart, wanting more, and he starts to suck on my folds one by one, gently tugging them into his mouth. His movements are slow and tender, but he may as well be setting me on fire. When his tongue dips into my entrance, I can’t stop my hips jerking against his face.
At the same time, Zack pulls me closer against his chest, his hands smoothing over my skin. He kisses me everywhere; on my throat, my earlobe, the nape of my neck. Soon, I’m making noises—soft little pants and whines as his hands rove over my body. I clamp my mouth shut, embarrassed. I don’t whine, for God’s sake.
“No. Stop holding back,” Zack orders.
“I’m not—”
“You are.” He bends and scrapes his teeth over my throat. I feel wetness pool down below, trickling between my lower lips, making Josh groan and push forward. I tremble, trapped between them. “The point of the exercise ain’t to show how unaffected you are. It’s to let go. I wanna hear noises, pixie stick.”
Then, before I can reply, Zack seals the deal by getting my earlobe in his mouth and sucking it between his teeth. I couldn’t hold in my sudden gasp if I tried.
“Good girl,” Zack practically purrs, licking a hot line up the shell of my ear. “Take your time with her, Josh. I’m enjoying this.”
Josh doesn’t answer, fluttering his tongue around my entrance, then slipping it inside me, his mouth hot and firm. I squirm over his lips as need starts to build up in me. It’s more than hunger. It’s an ache. When I’m by myself, I don’t tease myself like this. If I were alone, I would’ve gotten myself off by now, and already moved onto the next item in my schedule. I wriggle, trying to rub harder into Josh’s mouth, and he groans, his big hand coming up to wrap around my thigh.
“That’s right,” Zack says in my ear, his thumb swirling over my breasts. “Bury him, babe. He’s loving this.”
Josh roughs his tongue against me harder, and a half-sob falls out of my mouth as I grind myself over him faster, rocking over his face. “Please, Josh.”
He shivers as I say his name. My hands sift through his dark hair, tugging at the strands, and he growls into me, flicking his tongue over my sensitive nub. My muscles suddenly spasm. My lungs tighten. I gasp, gulping for breath, writhing over Josh’s mouth. He moans into me. “Josh… Oh, oh God.”
“You like that, don’t you, honey?” Zack rumbles at my side. “You going to come in his mouth for him? Soak his face? See, we know you, sweetheart. We can take care of you better than any of those other guys.”
I can feel the pressure inside me building steadily, reaching a boiling, burning fever-pitch. I feel like I’m about to split out of my skin. The realisation hits me in one big head rush.
Oh my God. I think I’m actually going to come.
“Please don’t stop please don’t stop,” I chant, terrified that he’ll pull away at the last minute and I’ll lose this. I’m losing control of my body. I can’t stop my back from arching, my toes from curling. Sweat is building at the nape of my neck and dribbling down my back. I feel like a spring getting steadily wound up.
Josh doesn’t stop. He pushes forward and just eats me out harder, roughing his tongue over me again and again, as Zack tightens his arms around me, holding me in place.
My steady gasps turn into a cry as my release suddenly hits me, like a star bursting in my chest. My eyes fly wide open, and I cling to Josh’s shoulders, gasping and choking as he licks me through it, groaning into me. Zack holds me tight, kissing up and down my throat as I shudder between the men.
Eventually, the pangs of pleasure dissolve away, and I slump back against Zack’s chest, trying to catch my breath. I’m shaking and damp with sweat.
I feel vulnerable. Naked. Peeled open. All at once, I know exactly why I’ve never come with a guy before. It had nothing to do with how bad or good they were in bed. It was to do with me. I was too scared. I’ve never trusted a guy enough to lower my defences before.
I stare down at Josh wide-eyed, breathing hard. What we just did feels like the most intimate moment of my life, and I’m still reeling from it. Josh looks back up at me, his face wet, his dark eyes burning into mine. He looks so hot that I can’t stop myself from kissing him again. I can taste myself on him, hot and sharp, and for some reason, that just turns me on even more. I slide off the couch and into his lap, rubbing my chest up against his, frustrated that he’s still wearing a shirt. My fingers fumble over his buttons as I try to tear it off him. He just gathers me even closer, kissing me back with so much passion that I feel like I’m being set on fire.
“Thank you,” I say between kisses. He strokes his hand down the back of my neck —
A big arm cuts between us. I look up into Zack’s bright blue eyes. He smiles at me hungrily, pulling me out of Josh’s arms and wrapping me up in his own. “It’s my turn, I think.”
TWENTY-FOUR
ZACK
Layla just looks at me, her chest rising and falling in little pants, and for a moment, everything else falls away. I’ve never seen her like this — so soft and pliable. A feeling I haven’t felt in a long time starts to grow in my chest.
Shaking my head, I push the emotion back and wrap my arms around her, lifting her right off her feet. She swears as I start to carry her out of the lounge and towards my bedroom.
“What are you doing, you Neanderthal?” She shouts, trying to kick my legs. “Put me down. You can’t just carry people!”
I throw my head back and laugh so hard I almost drop her. “I bloody love you,” I say, and she snaps her mouth shut. “You deserve a bed.”
“How romantic of you,” she says drily by my ear. “Didn’t you talk about banging a woman on her kitchen table the other day?” Her voice is light, but I can hear the desire in it. The image of her, all naked and flushed and wet on our dinner table flashes before my eyes.
I give her bum a little slap. “Next time. I’m trying to be a gentleman.”
“You said I should tell you what I want,” she points out as I kick open my bedroom door. “I don’t want a gentleman.”
I dip my head and nip at her cheek as we push inside my bedroom. I keep it pretty empty — just a bed, a guitar, and my sound system. Heading for the bed, I toss Layla down onto the pillows and climb on top of her for a kiss. Her warm skin slides over mine as she shunts up her hips, rubbing against my thigh. I have to bite back a growl. I’ve been painfully hard ever since she took her top off.
“What do you want?” I ask, kissing the corner of her mouth.
“You,” she orders, wrapping her legs around my hips like she’s trying to pull me inside her. “Now, please.”
“Aight.” I give her cheek one last kiss, then pull back, sliding off the bed. Josh comes and helps Layla sit up. He’s shucked off his shirt and pants now, and is just standing in his boxers. As I watch, he climbs onto the bed behind Layla, his back against the headboard, and pulls her against his chest. When she’s settled comfortably against him, he leans over to open a drawer in my bedside cabinet, tossing a little foil packet to me. I catch it easily with one hand as I strip. My dick is so hard it springs free of my boxers, flushed and stiff. I wince as I roll the condom on, watching as Josh cups Layla’s cheek and pulls their mouths together.
It’s been forever since me and Josh shared a girl. Even longer since Luke joined in, too. Don’t get me wrong, I love a bit of one-on-one time — but everything is so much better when we do this together. Josh is kissing her good, really turning her on as his hands rove over her chest, grabbing handfuls of her breasts, stroking down to her stomach. Layla’s whole body is shivering with every movement of his mouth against hers.
If she and I were alone, I wouldn’t get to see that. I’d be too busy focussing on getting her off to notice the way her body is slowly tensing, or her fingers are gripping my bed sheets. When you’re sharing a girl, you get to watch them getting turned on. You get to overwhelm them and watch them fall apart.