Faking with Benefits : A Friends to Lovers Reverse Harem Romance
Faking with Benefits : Chapter 51

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.”

Luke steps forward. Immediately, Layla lunges for him, swallowing him down. He sputters, cupping her cheeks, obviously trying not to thrust into her mouth as she runs her lips sloppily up and down his shaft. Trying to start off gentle, I roll my hips. She yowls as I shove myself deep inside her, her whole body shaking and twisting. Ignoring the delicious fluttering around my dick, I pick up the pace, steadily pounding into her. Her sharp, muffled gasps start to mix with Luke’s low groans.

We can’t keep it up for long. I wish it would have lasted longer, but I’m too bottled up, and Layla is far too sensitive after being teased for an hour straight. It barely takes two minutes before she’s writhing against me, her thighs soaked with arousal, whimpering and sighing around Luke. Luke looks like he’s right on the edge. “Layla,” he orders, sifting through her hair. “Tell me what you want.”

“Come on me,” she manages to say, swallowing him down deeper. Apparently, that’s all he needed to hear. He yanks out of her mouth a second before he’s about to lose control, spraying his come over her chest in thick ropes. Layla pants as the hot liquid dribbles over her, glazing her soft, white breasts in come. The sight is so goddamn hot it tips me over the edge.

“L—” I start, and she purposefully screws her arse back into me, clenching around me. I fist a hand in her hair, throwing my head back as I thrust into her one last time. Plunging as deep as I can, I finally lose it. Stars burst behind my eyes, and my dick pulses as I flood into her, spurting deep inside her. She sputters as I fill her up, her hands clawing at the sheets as she gasps and comes one last time. Luke and I both grip onto her, holding her shakily as she convulses, shouting and sobbing.