I choke.
Zack chuckles. “Aight, boss.”
I feel more cool wetness against my behind, and then increasing pressure as Zack pushes his fingertip into me. I moan, my thighs quivering. It’s so goddamn tight.
Still plastered against my front, Josh reaches forward, sliding his fingers between my crossed legs. I don’t realise how wet I am until he starts swirling through my slick folds, rubbing his thumb leisurely over my twitching bundle of nerves.
Suddenly, I can’t fill my lungs. I gasp, shuddering all over. It barely takes a few touches before I start to fall apart. I cry out as Zack takes the opportunity to push his finger in to the knuckle, penetrating the tight ring of muscle.
With his finger in my backside, the climax feels different. Deeper, like it’s quaking up from some place deep inside me. It shakes me to the core, wracking through my whole body. I wind up clasping onto Josh’s neck, gasping as he strokes my back.
“Okay?” He asks in my ear as I wind down, clawing at his skin.
In answer, I tug at him, trying to pull him down onto the mattress. “Lie down,” I order. “I want to ride you.”
He groans, doing as I say, lying down on his back on the bed. Zack pulls out of me, and I hear him fumbling with the bottle as I climb over Josh’s thighs, settling my weight over his hips. He’s hard as a rock; I can feel the heat of his glistening erection thumping against my stomach. Josh watches me silently, his eyes dark and his cheeks flushed as I lean down, running my hands over his ripped abs. I trail them teasingly down his happy trail, and then finally fist the base of his swollen shaft. His whole body flinches as I wrap my fingers around his length, giving him two firm pumps.
“Layla,” he says darkly, his hands flying to my waist. “Don’t.”
I kneel over him, not breaking eye contact as I guide him to my own wet entrance. He grips my hips, groaning deeply as I sink onto him, sheathing him down to the root.
It feels incredible. He fills me up completely, hot and solid, stretching unbelievably deep inside me. I roll my hips once, twice, finding the right angle, then look over my shoulder at Zack, lifting my bum in invitation.
“Oh, you can tell she’s watched a ton of these videos,” Zack says. “You know all the positions, don’t you, honey?”
I flush. “I need you,” I say. I do. My ass is clenching over nothingness. I feel empty. “Now.” My eyes drop to his member. He looks ridiculously big, fat and glistening, but I don’t care. He could cleave me in half and I’d like it.
He huffs a laugh. “Lass, you’ve seen my package, haven’t you? If you think it’s the width of one finger, I’m gonna be very upset. Josh, keep her busy.”
I whine, rocking over Josh, and Josh obligingly thrusts upwards, punching into me. My protests all dissolve as he angles his hips, his stiff rod suddenly shoving deep inside me. “Oh.”
Josh gives me a rare smile.
“Good girl,” Zack purrs. “Keep riding him. You like that, don’t you honey?” I feel his finger slide back into my arse. He rolls it around, stretching me out inside, stimulating nerves deep inside me. I glance back to see that he’s jacking himself off as he fingers me, his eyes fixed on my behind.
Moaning, I grind my hips over Josh’s, riding him faster, taking him even deeper. When Zack finally adds a second finger, all my thoughts disappear. What starts off as an easy glide soon gets more and more intense. My back hole aches and stretches as he pushes gently inside. Above all, I feel full. It’s a dull feeling of pressure inside my belly, but as Zack pushes forwards, sliding his fingers further into me, the feeling gets more and more intense. I can feel my wet, tight internal walls slowly stretching to accommodate him. I squirm. I’m full. Stuffed full between the two men as they thrust inside me again and again and again. The feeling is unbelievable. I can barely move. I’m flushed and overheated and breathless, squirming for more friction.
Josh strokes my face. “Good?” He asks.
I nod, shivering as I look down at him. It’s more than good. This is every wet dream I’ve ever had come to life. Every fantasy.
Well. Almost.
I glance around and spot Luke. He’s standing in the corner of the room, a hand fisted around the base of his dick as he watches.
“Get here,” I say, my body jolting as Zack shoves his fingers deeper into me. “God. Please. Please, please.”
He shakes his head. “Not yet.” His voice is very low. “Keep going.”
I lean over, straining to reach him. I must accidentally bare down, because Josh suddenly shouts at the squeeze. “Jesus. Layla. Kiss me.”
“Come here,” I order Luke, my eyes blurring.
He shakes his head, nodding at Josh. “You heard him. Kiss him.”
Obediently, I fold over to kiss Josh. He melts under me, sliding his tongue between my lips. We make out hard, our tongues sliding together in time with his and Zack’s movements. I can feel his body tightening as he bites my neck. The feeling of our slick, naked bodies rubbing together is one of the hottest, most primal experiences I’ve ever had. It’s raw and animal. And I love it.
“I need to come.” I grit out.
“One sec.” Josh adjusts the angle, slams up into me again. I close my eyes. He’s screwing into me so hard that there’s no way I can hold this back. No way in Hell.
“Josh—”
He’s sweaty and gold in the bedside light. “Hang on, love. Zack—”
Zack grunts behind me, increasing his pace, drilling his fingers into me. I’m pretty sure I’m about to pass out. My head is spinning. My arms and legs are trembling. I rub up against Josh hard, frantic for release.
“Josh… Zack—please,” I pant, “Please. Come on.” I need to come. I feel swollen and heavy and throbbing. I start nipping a mark onto Josh’s neck, and he groans, his hips spasming under me. I’m so wet that the sudden thrust makes me squelch. My entrance sucks at him, clutching down. I’m almost there.
A hand touches my face. I look up.
