I try to relax, but I can’t. All I can focus on is the feeling of the two men sandwiched on either side of me. They’re both so warm and muscled and so much bigger than me. I feel their chests rising and falling as they breathe.
I was never really a fan of big men. I don’t like the idea that they could overpower me if they really wanted to.
But right now, I’m finding a new appreciation for giants.
On my left, Josh leans a little closer. His arm presses against mine, hard and hot, and I breathe in the sweet, minty scent of him. Anticipation curls in my stomach.
I tug on his sleeve, and he turns to look at me, his face politely blank. “Kiss me,” I order.
His mouth tips up slightly. He runs his eyes over my face, then leans forward and nuzzles my cheek. My heart thuds in my chest. I push forward, pressing my lips to his…
TWENTY-TWO
LAYLA
He pulls away again, turning back to the screen.
My mouth opens and closes like a fish’s. “Josh!”
“Hm?” He doesn’t look away from the TV. “Can I help you?”
“Kiss me properly!”
“No,” he says flatly. “Watch the movie.”
I gape at him, then turn to Zack, who’s started twirling a strand of my hair between his fingers. “Kiss me,” I order.
He rolls his eyes. “For God’s sake, lass. Relax, already. You’re so wound up all the time.” He scoops me further into his side. “Cuddle with your boyfriends, lollipop.” I pinch him in the ribs so hard he hisses. “What was that for?!”
“Teasing me. Either shag me or don’t, but don’t drag it out like this.”
He gives me a fond look. “Why? Want to get it over with?”
“Well, no, but—”
“Sex isn’t an item you can check off on a to-do list,” he reminds me. “Look at you. You’re all clenched up. There’s no point trying to get you off when you’re like this.” He squeezes my thigh.
I wriggle in his grasp. “But—”
“Who is the teacher here?” He interrupts. “And who is the hapless student who can’t come when she’s getting railed?”
I shut my mouth.
“That’s what I thought.” He turns up the volume on the TV. “Watch the movie.”
I don’t have much choice, so I turn back to the screen.
Ten minutes pass, but each second feels like it lasts forever. I can’t relax. Both men press closer to me, squeezing me in on both sides. Zack drops a hand onto my thigh, and Josh drapes an arm around my shoulder. Every so often, they’ll lean over me to make some comment to each other, trapping me even more tightly in a cage of muscle. And I just sit there, silently getting hotter and hotter as I breathe in the scents of their aftershaves mixing together.
It doesn’t take long for Zack’s hand to start climbing my thigh. Tingles slide over my skin at his touch, and my sex throbs almost painfully as his fingertips brush the hem of my shorts. On my other side, Josh takes my hand and starts to massage it. It shouldn’t be hot, but every press of his thumb into the curve of my palm sends heat shooting through me. I let my eyes flutter closed, melting into the couch as the boys’ hands rove over me, setting me alight.
Eventually, right when I think I might just pass out, Zack leans in and brushes his lips against my throat. I gasp out loud. Josh laughs softly, trailing a kiss down the side of my cheek. I arch under their kisses. Their mouths are wet and warm, touching me all over: my neck, my collarbone, my ears.
It’s overwhelming. This is like one of my wet dreams come to life. I can feel my pants getting damp. Josh presses closer, flicking his tongue over my pulse, and I can’t help the moan that falls out of my mouth as heat rushes through me. Both men immediately tense, dragging in a breath.
Then Zack picks up the TV remote and drops it purposefully onto the carpet.
“Oops,” he says. He leans over, like he’s going to pick up the remote — and then buries his face into my chest.
Heat shocks through me. My back arches as an ugly gurgle falls out of my mouth. Zack was right; the last half an hour of steady torture has made every touch so much better. I’m so sensitive that when Zack starts mouthing at the neckline of my camisole, pressing kisses along my cleavage, I can hardly breathe.
“Oh, God,” I gasp. “Jesus.”
Josh leans forward, brushing his lips over my clavicle. “You sure this is what you want?” He murmurs, tucking back my hair.
“It’s so hot,” I practically moan, and they both laugh.