“You don’t wear underwear?” She squeaks.
“I thought you listened to the podcast,” I murmur, wrapping my hand in her ponytail again, tugging to bare her neck. “You didn’t hear my speech on the health benefits of going commando? It was only a couple of episodes ago.” I bend to kiss under her ear.
Her cheeks are bright red. “I thought you were talking in theory.”
“Oh.” I nip at her cheek. “No. I wasn’t.”
She gives me an incredulous look, her fingers tightening slightly around my length.
I clear my throat. “Sweetheart,” I say softly. “If you just keep your hand down there, this isn’t going to last very long.”
She blinks back to reality. “Oh,” she murmurs, pulling her hand free. “Take them off.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Are you telling me what to do?”
She swallows. “Please.”
Chuckling, I obediently shuck off my jeans, then grab a fistful of my shirt and tug it up over my shoulders. As soon as I’m undressed, she turns me around, changing our positions and pressing me up against the wall. Her fingers are wrapped around my hot, swollen shaft before I even know what’s happening. I shudder as she starts to stroke me, her touch light.
God. I don’t remember the last time a woman touched me. I barely even remember the last time I touched myself, for God’s sake. Getting myself off hasn’t been a priority of mine in a very, very long time.
But it looks like that’s finally changing. Layla pumps me a couple of times, her eyes intent on my face, then lets me go and drops to her knees.
My eyes widen. My hands fly to her hair as she leans forward, licking a long, hot stripe up my shaft. “Sweetheart,” I start. “Are you sure—”
She shuts me up by taking me into her mouth. I shout, my head thudding back against the wall as her warm lips stretch around my tip.
Suddenly, Layla’s bedroom door flies open. Zack stalks out, a hand over his eyes. Layla makes a noise of protest that vibrates straight through my balls.
“I ain’t looking,” he promises. “Just let me know if you’re shagging him or murderin’ him, L. I don’t really wanna find a new co-host at this short notice, but I get it, he’s really annoying.”
Layla just sucks at my head in answer. I can’t choke back my groan, twisting my fingers in her hair and tugging her further onto my dick.
Zack peeps out from behind his fingers. “Oh, good. They’re just shagging, J!”
Josh appears in Layla’s bedroom door and leans in the doorframe, watching silently as Layla tongues my slit, completely ignoring the other two men.
Zack clears his throat, pointing between us. “So, like, I’m well glad that this is happening, but like… is it a couple thing? Or can we join? ‘Cause if not, I’ve got to go back to our flat. Like, right now.” He cups a hand over his crotch, adjusting himself through his jeans.
Layla finally pulls away from me, letting my dick go with a wet popping noise. I look down at her, my heart thumping. She looks ruined. Her lips are swollen and pink, her colour is high, her hair is ruffled.
I cup her chin, pulling her face to look up at me. “What do you think, sweetheart?” I ask. “What do you want?”
She licks her lips, glancing between the three of us. “Are you all clean?” She asks. “If I’m having a four-way, I want to go all in.”
All of the blood rushes out of my brain.
THIRTY-NINE
LAYLA
Luke stares at me like he’s seen a ghost. I just watch him back, my heart thumping painfully in my chest. Heat shimmers over my skin. I feel like I’m about to burst with desire.
I can’t believe this is finally happening. How many times have I dreamt of this moment in the last two weeks? Of Luke standing in front of me, his naked chest glistening with sweat, finally ready to share me? I’m not convinced that I’m not dreaming.
And now I’m going to sleep with three men. Three men. The thought sets me on fire. I’m so turned on I’m almost desperate.
“Yes,” Luke says, his voice low. “I’m clean.” He blinks, like he’s suddenly remembering himself. “I can, ah, find the papers, if you like…” He starts to pull away, but I dig my fingers into his arms.
“It’s okay. I believe you.”
He looks surprised. “Yes?”
I nod. “You’re not a stranger. You’re one of my best friends. You’d never do anything that could hurt me. Yes, I trust you.”
He groans and pulls me back in for another plunging kiss. I sag as his tongue swirls in my mouth. When we finally pull apart, my head is spinning. All of the colours in the room seem too bright. I may need to sit down. Slowly, he loops his fingers around my wrist, brushing his fingertip lightly along the sensitive skin of my pulse.
“Me and Josh are good,” Zack says to my left, bringing me back to earth. “We both got checked last week.”
I can’t help but smile. “Aw. You guys go together?”
“Don’t like needles,” Zack says with a grimace. “Medical shit… weirds me out. Spent enough time in hospitals to last me ‘til I die.”
I lean against Luke. “Does Josh hold your hand? Give you juice boxes?”
Josh comes to join us, stepping up to my right side. “No,” he says shortly, pressing a kiss to my temple. “But he wouldn’t go if I didn’t drive him.”
“Works out best for him in the end,” Zack nods. “If I don’t get tested, I can’t get it on. And when I can’t get laid…”
“He’s a nightmare to live with,” Josh mutters.
I smile. Josh likes to pretend he’s all business — a robot who only cares about facts and figures and sales graphs. But deep down, he cares so much about his friends. “Well, then.” I wave a hand. “I’m clean. And on the pill. So.”
“Hm.” Josh presses closer, kissing my jaw. “Why do you ask?”
“Why do you think?”
“You want us to come inside you?” He breathes in my ear.
“No,” I say, “I’m just concerned for your health.”
I feel him smile into my neck. He strokes his hand down my thigh. “Why do you want to know if we’re clean?” He repeats.
Luke looks confused. “Am I missing something? I’m assuming she wants us to take her raw.”
I choke on my own spit. Hearing dirty talk coming out of my old professor’s mouth just feels wrong.
It might be a tiny bit hot.
“We’re trying to get her more comfortable talking about what she wants,” Josh explains over my head.
“Ah.” Luke surveys me. “I never knew she had an issue with that.”
“She doesn’t, in literally any other area of her life,” Zack chimes in, pulling off his shirt. “We’re on a personal mission to fulfill as many of her fantasies as possible. She gave us a list, obviously. It’s going to be a hell of a lot easier now you’ve got your head out of your backside, let me tell you. Most of them involved a third guy. I was gonna start swiping through Tinder.”
“Interesting,” Luke says slowly. He turns to me. “Tell me what you want,” he orders.
I swallow. “No rubbers,” I say, heat flushing through me. “I want all three of you. Coming on me, or in me… I don’t know. I just…” I squirm under Luke’s steely gaze. “I want all of you. I want to be full up and covered in you. Wet.”
Luke’s eyes flash. He wraps his hand around my throat, pushing me back against the wall. I gasp as he kisses me again. “You’re going to show me this list,” he says against my mouth. “And we’ll go through it together.”
“God,” I pant. “I like when you do that.”
“What?” He starts pressing a chain of kisses down the side of my throat. I hear the sound of rumpling clothes as Josh undresses, but I ignore it, meeting Luke kiss for kiss.
“Push me around. Tell me what to do.”
“Good,” he says roughly, biting the juncture between my neck and shoulder. I melt against him.
“Hey,” Zack says indignantly. “You don’t let me tell you what to do! I told you to get on your hands and knees the other day, and you told me to make violent love to myself!”
My eyes fall half-shut. “I-it’s not hot when you do it.”
He’s outraged. “Excuse me? Everything is hot when I do it!”
“Quit talking,” Luke orders. “Make yourself useful and eat her out.”