His Best Friends Dick Too (3)

Chapter Three 

(Zara’s POV)

Breakfast was quiet.

The three of us sat around the table with our phones out, the only sounds the soft clink of cutlery and the occasional short comment about nothing. I brought a piece of toast to my mouth with the same hand that had wrapped around Jake’s cock less than twenty minutes ago. The same hand that had fucked myself with a beer bottle while he watched me come.

I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

His cock wasn’t as long as Alex’s, but it was thicker. Veiny. Heavy in a way that made my pussy clench just remembering the weight of it in my fist. I imagined how it would feel stretching me open, how full I would be if he pushed every inch inside. The thought made my mouth go a little dry.

Would Alex even allow it?

I respected him. I did. But our relationship had always revolved around sex, the kind of sex that left me sore and smiling. What better way to make it more fun than letting someone else join in? Especially someone who already looked at me like he wanted to ruin me.

I shifted in my chair. I was getting wet again. Horny. The kind of needy that made it hard to sit still. When I glanced up, Alex was watching me over his coffee, eyes dark with knowing. Jake was watching me too. Neither of them said a word, but I felt their attention like hands on my skin.

What if they both took me right here? On this table. One cock in my mouth, the other buried deep between my legs. Or both of them taking turns until I couldn’t think. I pressed my thighs together and rubbed them slowly, trying to ease the ache. A soft breath escaped me. I held back the moan that wanted to follow.

Breakfast ended.

Alex’s phone rang. He checked the screen, stood up, and muttered that he needed to take it. He disappeared down the hall toward the bedroom, already talking.

That left me and Jake with the dishes.

We moved around each other in the small kitchen, the air thick. Every time his arm brushed mine, heat sparked under my skin. I could feel how aware he was of me. I was just as aware of him. The silence between us wasn’t empty, it was loaded.

Alex’s voice faded as he closed the bedroom door. A minute later he came back out, still on the phone, but he walked straight up behind me at the sink. His free hand squeezed my ass hard through the thin silk, fingers dipping lower until they brushed right against my bare pussy.

“Once you’re done with the dishes,” he said, loud enough for Jake to hear, “come to the bedroom, horny bitch.”

Then he gave my ass one more firm squeeze and walked away, still talking into the phone.

I stood there for a second, heart beating too fast, the ghost of his fingers still between my legs.

When I looked sideways, Jake was staring at me. His eyes were dark. Hungry.

He stepped closer.

“What if I have a taste before he does?” he asked, voice low.

My pulse jumped. “He’ll know if we fuck.”

Jake’s mouth curved slightly. “Who said I’ll fuck you.”

He didn’t give me time to answer. His hand wrapped around my wrist and he pulled me back toward the dining table. In one smooth motion he lifted me up and set me on the edge, pushing the silk nightgown up to my waist. I leaned back on my hands as he spread my thighs wide.

For a second he just looked at me, at my wet, swollen pussy on full display in the middle of the kitchen.

Then he dropped to his knees.

The first drag of his tongue made my head fall back. He licked me slowly at first, broad and deliberate, tasting every part of me. Then he got greedier. His mouth sealed over my clit while two thick fingers pushed inside, curling exactly where I needed them. I bit down on my lip hard, trying to stay quiet. Every wet sound his mouth made felt too loud.

Jake sucked on my clit and fucked me with his fingers like he had all the time in the world, but we both knew he didn’t. My hips started moving against his face. I grabbed the edge of the table with one hand and his hair with the other.

“Fuck… Jake.”

He groaned against me and worked his fingers faster, tongue relentless. The pressure built so quickly it almost scared me. My thighs started shaking around his head. I was going to come and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

The orgasm hit hard and silent. My whole body locked up as I pulsed around his fingers, a broken gasp leaving my throat. Jake kept licking me through it, slower now, until I had to push at his shoulder because it was too much.

He pulled back, mouth shiny, eyes still dark.

Neither of us spoke.

From down the hall, we could still hear Alex’s voice on the phone.

Jake stood up slowly, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked at me like he was already thinking about the next time.

I was still trying to catch my breath when he quietly went back to the sink like nothing had happened.

My legs were still open on the table.

And I already wanted more.

I smoothed the silk nightgown down and walked toward the bedroom, my legs still a little unsteady. The taste of what Jake had just done to me was still fresh. My pussy felt swollen and sensitive with every step.

Alex was already naked on the bed when I pushed the door open. He was leaning back against the headboard, cock hard and resting against his stomach, stroking it slowly while he watched me.

I didn’t close the door all the way.

I left it open just enough.

Alex didn’t notice. His eyes were locked on me as I pulled the nightgown over my head and let it fall to the floor. I climbed onto the bed, straddled his hips, and reached down to guide him to my entrance. I was still so wet from Jake’s mouth that Alex slid in easily, a thick, perfect stretch that made my mouth fall open.

“Fuck,” he groaned, hands gripping my ass. “You’re dripping.”

I started riding him slow at first, rolling my hips, letting him feel every inch. Then I picked up the pace, bouncing harder, the wet sound of my pussy taking his cock filling the room. I moaned louder than I needed to. Loud enough to carry.

“You feel so good,” I gasped, playing it up. “Your cock is stretching me so fucking deep.”

Alex thrust up to meet me, eyes dark with hunger. He still hadn’t noticed the door. I kept riding him, hands braced on his chest, tits bouncing with every movement. Then I turned my head.

Jake was standing in the hallway.

He had his cock out, fist wrapped tight around it, stroking hard and fast as he watched us. His eyes were locked between my legs, where Alex’s thick shaft was disappearing inside me over and over.

A fresh wave of heat slammed through me.

I leaned forward, arching my back more, changing the angle so Jake could see everything, the way my pussy stretched around Alex’s cock, the wetness coating him, the way it disappeared all the way to the base every time I sank down. I moaned louder, deliberately, and fucked myself harder on Alex’s dick for the man watching us.

“That’s it,” Alex muttered, hands tight on my waist. “Take it. Ride that cock like a good girl.”

I did. I put on a show. Every wet slap of my skin against his, every moan, every time I lifted up just high enough for Jake to see Alex’s cock almost slip out before I took him all the way back in. Jake’s hand moved faster. His jaw was tight. He looked like he was barely holding on.

The pressure inside me built fast. I was already sensitive from earlier, and knowing Jake was watching me get fucked pushed me right to the edge.

“I’m gonna come,” I panted. “Fuck… I’m gonna come on your cock.”

Alex groaned and thrust up hard, burying himself deep as my orgasm crashed through me. My pussy clenched around him in hard pulses while I moaned openly, still looking toward the door. Alex followed a second later, gripping my hips and spilling inside me with a low curse.

I stayed on top of him for a moment, breathing hard, his cock still twitching inside me.

When I finally looked back at the doorway, Jake was gone.

But on the floor just outside the bedroom, catching the light, were several thick droplets of cum.

I stared at them, heart still racing, Alex’s release slowly leaking out of me.

And all I could think about was how much further we were all willing to go.