“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.”