“Don’t worry about them,” Zack murmurs. “They’ll get their turns. And they love to watch.” He bites my cheek. “Hard and fast, okay, love?”
I choke and nod, and he pulls out a fraction. I have a few seconds to wince at the horrible empty feeling before he grunts and slams back into me. His full, heavy balls slap against my pelvis. Heat jolts through my body, and I scrabble at his back as his thick length rubs my inner walls, sending sparks through me.
True to his word, Zack screws me hard and rough. I flop against him, each thrust jerking my body around like a rag doll. Even though his movements are brutal, he holds me gently, cupping my cheek tenderly. His big thumb strokes up my cheekbone as he rams into me harder.
“You’re perfect, L,” he pants between thrusts. “Always knew you were.”
“Come,” I pant. “Oh God. Come, Zack. You need to come.” Already, I can feel my second release bubbling up inside me. I writhe on his dick, gasping and sweating, desperate to reach it.
“No,” he retorts.
I blink up at him. “W-what?”
He tightens his grip on my hips, his nails digging into my skin, and changes the angle. I gasp, choking on air.
“Made you wait so long,” he forces out through gritted teeth. “Now I wanna see you come. Over and over. We ain’t stopping.”
I bite his shoulder, muffling my scream as another release hits me like a lightning strike. It’s too much. I’ve never felt so much pleasure. It feels so good it hurts. I spasm against him, shuddering painfully. When my insides finally stop clutching, I try to twist away, but Zack won’t let me, thudding hard and fast into my G spot. I’m so wet from my hour of torture that with each thrust, my channel makes a slick sucking sound, my own arousal sticking my thighs together.
“You like it like this, sugar?” He breathes in my ear. “You like giving up control? You like giving yourself over to me? To do what I want with you?”
“Zack,” I moan, trembling as another wave of feverish heat sweeps through me. I’m not sure if I’m coming again, or I just haven’t stopped. It feels like this is one long, drawn out release, rising and falling with every movement of Zack’s hard rod inside me. Zack’s mouth crashes into mine as he keeps on thrusting into me, harder and harder and harder. His thick thighs are starting to twitch hard against mine. I can feel him losing his rhythm. He’s almost there. Desperately, I try to remember every kegel exercise I’ve ever learned, bearing down on him, squeezing hard.
He finally breaks, coming with a roar and spurting me full of his hot, slippery seed. I cry out as he pulses inside me, slamming into me so hard I can barely breathe. I cling to Zack’s broad shoulders as we shudder together, letting the hot wave of pleasure sweep us both away.
FIFTY-ONE
JOSH
Zack finally slumps over Layla, his chest heaving as they both collapse onto the bed, gasping for breath.
I don’t say anything, my mouth drying out as I look at the two of them. Jesus, my balls hurt. It’s been a long time since I’ve had to see a show like that. Luke and I both watch wordlessly as Zack slowly pulls out of Layla and bends to press a few fluttery kisses over her back, before stepping back and limping towards the bathroom. Layla lies curled up on the sheets, shaking, her skin glowing under the light from the bedside lamp. Her pale hair is sticking to her forehead with sweat, and her thighs are wet with come.
Luke and I stand up as one.
I’m so turned on I’m dizzy. My heart is pounding. I’m aching. My dick is swollen and leaking as I sit next to her on the bed, stroking her hair away from her face.
She looks blissed out. Pink-cheeked and happy. Her lashes are spiky, and there’s some makeup trailing down her cheek. I go to wipe it off, and she pushes her face into my palm. I can’t help but laugh.
“You’re sweet,” I tell her.
“Shut up.” She nips at my fingertip tiredly. “Get here.” She reaches for my crotch. Luke and I both stripped when we had her tied up, and she takes advantage of my lack of pants, grabbing at me.
I laugh, pushing her head away.
Luke plucks a bottle of water out of the mini-fridge and hands it to her. “Drink, first.”
She sits up with a groan, flopping against the pillows and taking the bottle. “You always take care of me.”
“Yes,” Luke says steadily. “And I will as long as you’ll let me. Drink, Layla.”
She studies him over the rim of the bottle, then twists off the cap and takes a few long gulps. I watch her throat move as she swallows.
“Good girl,” Luke says, when she finishes and sets the bottle aside. “Get on all fours.”
She groans. “Help.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and help her roll onto her front. As she kneels, I see a flash of her sex. She’s pink and still twitching, her lips glistening and dripping with Zack’s come. She looks like a dream. I take a deep breath, then glance at Luke.
He smirks. “Love, can I have your mouth again?”
“Seriously?” I ask, hardly believing my luck.
“She’s all yours. If that’s okay, sweetheart?”
Layla nods dreamily, and I squeeze her hip, trying to think past the rushing in my ears. “Alright then. C’mon. Up. Hands and knees.” She kneels obediently, and I stroke my hands over her bumcheeks, squeezing slightly. “God, you’re gorgeous.”
“Ain’t she lovely?” Zack says behind me, coming out of the bathroom. Heading over to the armchair in the corner of the room, he slumps down in it, stretching out his arms and watching us with lidded eyes. “No wonder your shop does so well, pet, with that body modelling the clothes.”
“I was hoping it was more my design skills,” Layla says drily.
“That’s the bum that sold a thousand knickers,” he announces, completely ignoring her.
Swearing under my breath, I carefully trail my fingers between her legs, stroking the delicate flesh. She clenches her thighs, fidgeting as I slip my fingertip around her flushed, glistening slit.
“Please,” she says quietly. “I need you. Feels empty.”
I can’t argue with that. Gripping onto her hips, I line myself up and push gently into her slick heat. I expect there to be more resistance, but she’s so wet with Zack’s come and her own juices that I can slide my head right inside her.
The sound that falls out of Layla’s mouth almost has me coming right there. “God,” she murmurs, one hand flying back to grip my arm. “God.”
“Good?” I ask, trying to keep still.
She nods, her hips jerking slightly as she tries to get used to the sensation. “More.”
Obediently, I push a little further into her. God. Even after screwing Zack, she’s still so tight. Tight and wet and blazing hot. I grit my teeth and shove myself forward, sinking further into her until she moans.
“God. You’re so deep,” she chokes out. “It feels so good.”
Zack’s booming laugh sounds from the corner, but I ignore him, setting my jaw and pushing deeper into Layla. Her slick, tight channel slowly parts, letting me push inside inch by tortuous inch, until I finally bottom out in her. She sags under me, her hands clawing at the sheets.
I shut my eyes. It feels like being squeezed in a vice. A hot, wet, slippery vice, that flutters and pulses around me as I settle my weight more comfortably. God.
“I won’t last long,” I tell her.
“Me neither,” she pants, twisting her hands in the sheets. “Luke, get here.”