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.
I stand, positioning myself between her legs. Carefully, I touch her pink, glistening sex, parting her warm lower lips. She’s gorgeous. Layla immediately pulls away from Josh and peers up at me, her eyes fixed on my dick.
“Come on,” she orders. “Now.”
Instead of doing as she says, I roll my hips, rubbing my hard-on up and down her folds, getting myself nice and wet with her juices. The latex rubber sticks to her puffy, sensitive skin, making her choke and writhe in Josh’s arms. He strokes her shoulder like he’s trying to soothe her.
I tease her for a bit, tracing my tip up and down her slit, pushing slightly into her entrance. She snaps her legs shut, holding me in place with her thighs. “Zack,” she swears. “Now, please.”
“Alright, lass.” I finally line myself up and push slowly inside her. God, she’s so tight. Tight and soft and blazing hot. As I ease into her, I feel her throbbing, slick walls resist and then relax to take me. When I finally bottom out, she flops her head back against Josh’s shoulder, her mouth falling open. It’s almost painful not to move, but I stay still, stroking her thigh until she nods.
“Go,” she says breathlessly. “Now. I’m good.”
“Yeah?”
She frowns. “Yeah.”
I can’t resist messing with her. “You sure? We could just stay like this for a bit, if you’d prefer.”
“I could murder you in your sleep, if you’d prefer.”
I laugh. “Alright, lass. Keep your knickers on. Or off, I guess.” She rolls her eyes. Squeezing her thigh, I pull back, groaning at the slick, sucking sensation, then slam into her. She lets out a sound like she’s dying.
“More,” she orders, and I laugh, rolling my hips again. She feels like heaven; her slippery, greedy walls clamp down on me every time I thrust into her, like she’s trying to pull me in deeper. Every little movement I make has her body twisting and shivering.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her. “Absolutely perfect.”
“Do I need to s-say something?” She asks, her whole body jerking with my next thrust.
There’s a wet noise that I assume means Josh was kissing her. “What do you want to say?” He asks, his voice low.
“I don’t know. People talk in bed, right?”
I snort. “Weirdo.”
Josh strokes through her hair. “You’re overthinking this. You don’t have a checklist you need to go through.”
“Right.” She takes a deep breath. “I-in that case, ah—” She breaks off as I change the angle, plunging even deeper into her. “Zack,” she moans, making me laugh.
I pat her knee. “Aye, if it keeps you making those noises, I’d definitely like you to speak, love.”
She grabs Josh’s hand and tugs him out from behind her. I watch, bemused, as he stands up, and she drags him to stand by the side of the bed.
“Take off your pants,” she orders. He raises an eyebrow, but obediently pulls off his boxers, and she reaches for him. He swears, his hands flying to her hair as she presses a kiss to the tip of his dick.
I’m impressed. “Hey. This is some advanced-level three-way stuff, honey.”
“Just another thing I’m naturally great at,” she declares, tossing her hair behind her shoulders. Her bravado is ruined slightly by the way her tits jiggle as I thrust back into her.
I laugh. “You weren’t kiddin’ when you said you liked this, huh? Bet you’ve gotten yourself off imagining this before, haven’t you?”
The flush on her cheeks gets even deeper. She glares at me.
“Can we get on with it,” Josh mutters. Layla just licks a stripe under his shaft, mouthing at his balls. He swears, his knees buckling so hard he almost falls, and I turn my attention back between Layla’s legs.
She’s already close. I can feel it, feel the way her muscles are starting to clutch and grip at me. And I’m right behind her. I lift one of her legs, balancing it against my hip, and start driving into her even harder than before. She shouts, quivering in my grip. Beads of sweat roll down her thighs and dew under my hands. I shove into her even further, desperate to push her off the edge.
“Jesus,” Josh spits out. “L, slow down—”
I glance up, and almost come right then and there. She’s blowing him enthusiastically as I screw her, her pink cheeks hollowed, her lips red and wet as her head bobs over his length. Her whole body is jolting with every one of my thrusts, pushing him further down her throat, but she doesn’t seem bothered, sucking at him sloppily. He has a hand clutched in her pale blonde hair, and he’s panting like he can’t catch his breath. I can’t blame him.
“Layla,” he repeats, “If you don’t stop, I’ll come.”
She makes an approving noise and reaches up with her other hand, squeezing his balls as she tongues at him. I watch as he loses control, shouting as he spills into her mouth. She tightens her grip on him, gulping down his come, her throat moving as she swallows over and over.
It’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen. Too hot. I can feel arousal coiling and tightening in my stomach.
“I’m close,” I warn her, and she nods, eventually pulling away from Josh. Her lips are swollen, and she’s shivering hard. I can feel her little body winding tighter as I move inside her. She’s trying to slow herself down, to drag this out, clasping weakly at the bedsheets.
I don’t want that.
Bracing my arm against the wall, I ram into her once, twice, three times. Layla lets out a small, very urgent moan, shuddering underneath me. “Oh – oh, God,” she mumbles, her breath coming fast and desperate. “I…”
“Come,” I order.
She cries out as she collapses into another trembling climax, her hands flying out. Her body arches, twisting and shaking. Layla’s a curvy little thing, all soft tits and hips, and her whole body bounces as her release rips through her. Gritting my teeth, I keep on pounding into her, drilling into that special spot deep inside her. Her centre pulses and twitches around me, flushing a few shades deeper. My sheets are getting soaked through with her wetness.
And then it’s my turn. I vaguely register Josh kneeling next to Layla on the bed, pulling her into his arms as she trembles, but I can’t focus on him as my release slams into me. For a second, the room just fades away. Everything thrums as my head empties. Layla clutches around me, waves of contractions rippling through her muscles as she comes hard, milking me dry as I spurt my release into her over and over and over again.
