Faking with Benefits : Chapter 23

“Turn her,” Josh orders. Zack obediently spins me on his lap, so my back is against his chest. Kneeling in front of me, Josh’s big hands spread on both of my bare thighs, gently pulling my legs apart. He leans forward and kisses the crook of my knee softly.

“Oh.” I can’t help the moan that falls out of me. Josh’s eyes dip. He kisses me again, a little higher, pressing his lips in a hot, soft path up the inside of my thigh. When he finally reaches my underwear, he closes his eyes and buries his face between my legs, inhaling deeply. I gasp as his nose presses into the sodden lace of my panties.

Then he starts to lick me.

I shake in Zack’s arms as Josh’s tongue slides over my pants, roughing the navy lace over my core, wetting the fabric until it’s darkened to almost black. He’s kissing me hard, teasing me through the cloth. I keen, arching in Zack’s firm grip. It’s too much sensation, and not enough at the same time. I don’t want the barrier between us; I’m aching to feel the soft warmth and wetness of his tongue.

“Off,” I order. “God. Take them off.”

Zack slips a hand under me, lifting me slightly off the couch. Josh tugs off the scrap of lace, then pushes my knees apart again, and just… stares. I squirm.

“Is she pretty?” Zack asks, like a total prat. “All pretty and wet?”

I elbow him in the ribs, blushing hard as Josh nods slowly.

“Gorgeous,” he mutters, reaching up to grab ahold of my hips. His eyes flick to mine. “Let me take care of you,” he says softly.

I swallow and nod. Josh gives me a tiny smile, sparking warmth deep in my belly. Then, finally, finally, he brings his mouth to my sex. I gasp, shaking all over as his tongue strokes smoothly between my slick, hot lower lips. I pull my legs even further apart, wanting more, and he starts to suck on my folds one by one, gently tugging them into his mouth. His movements are slow and tender, but he may as well be setting me on fire. When his tongue dips into my entrance, I can’t stop my hips jerking against his face.

At the same time, Zack pulls me closer against his chest, his hands smoothing over my skin. He kisses me everywhere; on my throat, my earlobe, the nape of my neck. Soon, I’m making noises—soft little pants and whines as his hands rove over my body. I clamp my mouth shut, embarrassed. I don’t whine, for God’s sake.

“No. Stop holding back,” Zack orders.

“I’m not—”

“You are.” He bends and scrapes his teeth over my throat. I feel wetness pool down below, trickling between my lower lips, making Josh groan and push forward. I tremble, trapped between them. “The point of the exercise ain’t to show how unaffected you are. It’s to let go. I wanna hear noises, pixie stick.”

Then, before I can reply, Zack seals the deal by getting my earlobe in his mouth and sucking it between his teeth. I couldn’t hold in my sudden gasp if I tried.

“Good girl,” Zack practically purrs, licking a hot line up the shell of my ear. “Take your time with her, Josh. I’m enjoying this.”

Josh doesn’t answer, fluttering his tongue around my entrance, then slipping it inside me, his mouth hot and firm. I squirm over his lips as need starts to build up in me. It’s more than hunger. It’s an ache. When I’m by myself, I don’t tease myself like this. If I were alone, I would’ve gotten myself off by now, and already moved onto the next item in my schedule. I wriggle, trying to rub harder into Josh’s mouth, and he groans, his big hand coming up to wrap around my thigh.

“That’s right,” Zack says in my ear, his thumb swirling over my breasts. “Bury him, babe. He’s loving this.”

Josh roughs his tongue against me harder, and a half-sob falls out of my mouth as I grind myself over him faster, rocking over his face. “Please, Josh.”

He shivers as I say his name. My hands sift through his dark hair, tugging at the strands, and he growls into me, flicking his tongue over my sensitive nub. My muscles suddenly spasm. My lungs tighten. I gasp, gulping for breath, writhing over Josh’s mouth. He moans into me. “Josh… Oh, oh God.”

“You like that, don’t you, honey?” Zack rumbles at my side. “You going to come in his mouth for him? Soak his face? See, we know you, sweetheart. We can take care of you better than any of those other guys.”

I can feel the pressure inside me building steadily, reaching a boiling, burning fever-pitch. I feel like I’m about to split out of my skin. The realisation hits me in one big head rush.

Oh my God. I think I’m actually going to come.

“Please don’t stop please don’t stop,” I chant, terrified that he’ll pull away at the last minute and I’ll lose this. I’m losing control of my body. I can’t stop my back from arching, my toes from curling. Sweat is building at the nape of my neck and dribbling down my back. I feel like a spring getting steadily wound up.

Josh doesn’t stop. He pushes forward and just eats me out harder, roughing his tongue over me again and again, as Zack tightens his arms around me, holding me in place.

My steady gasps turn into a cry as my release suddenly hits me, like a star bursting in my chest. My eyes fly wide open, and I cling to Josh’s shoulders, gasping and choking as he licks me through it, groaning into me. Zack holds me tight, kissing up and down my throat as I shudder between the men.

Eventually, the pangs of pleasure dissolve away, and I slump back against Zack’s chest, trying to catch my breath. I’m shaking and damp with sweat.

I feel vulnerable. Naked. Peeled open. All at once, I know exactly why I’ve never come with a guy before. It had nothing to do with how bad or good they were in bed. It was to do with me. I was too scared. I’ve never trusted a guy enough to lower my defences before.

I stare down at Josh wide-eyed, breathing hard. What we just did feels like the most intimate moment of my life, and I’m still reeling from it. Josh looks back up at me, his face wet, his dark eyes burning into mine. He looks so hot that I can’t stop myself from kissing him again. I can taste myself on him, hot and sharp, and for some reason, that just turns me on even more. I slide off the couch and into his lap, rubbing my chest up against his, frustrated that he’s still wearing a shirt. My fingers fumble over his buttons as I try to tear it off him. He just gathers me even closer, kissing me back with so much passion that I feel like I’m being set on fire.

“Thank you,” I say between kisses. He strokes his hand down the back of my neck —

A big arm cuts between us. I look up into Zack’s bright blue eyes. He smiles at me hungrily, pulling me out of Josh’s arms and wrapping me up in his own. “It’s my turn, I think.”