Next Day
She put Stacy on a plane. Even with all the times Layla had dropped her daughter at the airport, it never got any less nerve-wracking. The girl had been traveling by herself since she was thirteen or so, so this wasn't new but oof. It was hard. On the way home, she dialed up her favorite Chinese place and ordered some delivery. Since she didn't have to share, she got what she enjoyed eating instead of the relatively tame General Tso's.
The size and loneliness of the house was only underscored by the relative quiet. All these rooms and she was all by her lonesome for her night off. Shaking her head at her melancholy, she threw on her own miniscule, white bikini bottom and jeans cutoffs, both of which showed quite a bit more ass than they covered. Late summer in Massachusetts meant it was hot enough she wanted to wear as few clothes as possible. Taking a patterned cover-up wrap with her so she could pay the delivery person without embarrassing the both of them, her bikini top stayed in the dresser drawer because it was her house, her pool, and she was by her damn self.
Even though it wasn't something she normally did, she dug in the back of the cabinet for the blender and the vodka. It was her afternoon off, dammit, she could do what she wanted. And what she wanted was a lemonade vodka slushy. So, with a healthy splash of vodka, ice, and her homemade lemonade, she made her way out to the patio with her tall glass and straw and kicked back on one of the lanai. Warm sun on her nipples made her peaceful and music on her phone transported her to a simpler time in her life. For a moment she was just Layla Colleen, and not Stacy's mom or Dr. Ciccone.
She'd only been stretched out for a moment before the doorbell sounded on the other side of the house. Pushing her sunglasses up on her face, she caught a glance at her phone before she slipped it into her pocket. Surely the Chinese food hadn't come yet. Yes, they were fast, but damn.
Right before she opened the door, she tied her wrap around her chest and behind her neck as a quick-and-dirty halter top that covered all the important bits. With a twenty in her hand, she threw the door wide and was shocked by who was on the other side.
On her front steps, shifting from foot to foot as he nervously rubbed the back of his neck, was Steve, with Bucky jogging up to join him after he parked the car. Straightlaced as ever, he was sporting a white Polo shirt that molded to his pecs and showed off his huge biceps, and a pair of jeans that did obscenely pretty things for his ass and thighs.
"Hi?" Layla didn't mean for it to sound like a question, but she definitely hadn't expected any company for the afternoon and was only barely dressed. Steve's eyes took a leisurely stroll as they traveled from her loose blue-streaked black hair around her shoulders down to her bare feet and hot pink toenails with a little smirk that made her thighs clench a little. It was a minute before his manners caught up with him and he looked away.
"Good to see you, Dr. C." James was infinitely more brazen, licking his lips as he looked her up and down, pausing to linger on his favorite bits. Barely covered by her wrap, she was acutely aware of her nipples getting hard the longer he looked and how thin the fabric was that covered them. Watching him bite his bottom lip did something to her, the kinds of things that made her clit tingle and her pussy damp. Vodka was doing a real number on her impulse control.
"You missed her, boys. I'm sorry." Layla felt bad for the guys, having come all this way to tell their friend goodbye only to come up short. Still, she could admit getting to see them always improved her day. "Stace left this morning to go be with her dad."
"We know, Dr. C." the tall blond cringed as he contradicted her. He rubbed the back of his neck as the color rose in his cheeks. "We didn't come here for her, ma'am. We came to see you."
Tipsy as she was, that didn't stop her doctor skills from kicking in straight away. Now it was her turn to scrutinize them. No obvious nicks, cuts, or broken bones, her concern for them grew by the second. "Are you okay?" With these two, the answer to that question was never a guarantee.
James rolled his eyes at Steve and shouldered him out of the way. He was in a practically painted on blue t-shirt that held the shadow of a long-ago logo, and some dark grey basketball shorts. "Dr. C. We came to check on you. We know you're by yourself with Stacy being gone and we just wanted to make sure you were doing okay."
All at once her concerns were allayed. As if that didn't just melt her heart to goo. With their warm smiles and flushed cheeks, they were echoes of the boys they'd been. If that wasn't the sweetest damn thing… "You boys wanna come inside?" As sketchy a prospect as she knew this to be, vodka was in the driver's seat and vodka had some great ideas.
And that's how she ended up in her kitchen back at the blender with Steve and Bucky looking on as she made herself another lemon slush and poured herself a glass. When James reached for the blender and a glass of his own, she countered his movements with the raised Eyebrow of Concern™.
"May I?" He asked, blinking with baby blues full of faux politesse.
"I don't think so. If you drink, I can't let you go home." That was the last damn thing she needed. Keeping the boys out, even though they were technically adults, was not a good idea for several reasons, her libido only making the midlist. "I'm not telling Winnie, shit either of your moms, that I got you drunk." Sarah, Steve's mom, was an ICU nurse at the same hospital where Layla worked, and Winnifred Barnes was just terrifying.
"Can't we just spend the night here?" Steve asking this shocked her, even with his innocent tone and bashful blue eyes. She would have laid money that he'd be the one attempting to talk his friend out of this venture.
She had the room, her tipsy brain offered immediately. It wasn't like this was a hardship or worse, a school night. And it wasn't like they hadn't spent the night before, when Stacy was here, but that had always been as friends.
There was a strange kind of electricity when Stevie mentioned it this time. Leaning on his forearms against her kitchen island watching her mix cocktails, he looked… grown, predatory, hungry. Like the lack of Stacy had caused a different kind of current to flow between them. Or perhaps, just amplified a current already there.
It didn't matter either way, because again, vodka had great ideas, and she poured their glasses before leading the guys and their cool drinks out to the patio.
Kicking back on the lounger, Layla crossed her legs at the ankles, acutely aware once again of her lack of clothing. "Did you boys want to go swimming?" There were very few other reasons she could think of for why they would have stopped by, and then hung around, without her daughter in the mix. Surely they'd met their 'checking on their friend's mom' threshold and now were just sticking around for the alcohol.
James set his cocktail down on the side table and wiped his pretty pink lips with the back of his hand. "Nah, Dr. C. We didn't bring our trunks." He looked wistful and more than a bit disappointed.
"So?" She dropped her sunglasses over her eyes so she could observe their reactions without them noticing. Steve went stiff with his drink halfway to his lips, like prey scenting a nearby predator. James merely blinked once, and then quickly a couple times before a wicked little smirk stole across his lips.
"My boxers are okay?" he clarified, silvery blue eyes trained on her every move, starting with her tits.
She rolled a shoulder in an effort to appear nonchalant and not slowly melting from the pussy outward, and sipped some more of her drink. "Who's gonna see?" Besides herself, she meant. The backyard was wooded, landscaped, and hedged within an inch of its life. None of the neighbors had any reason to know anything that went on at her pool.
Dancing closer and closer to the fire, she let the alcohol in her bloodstream reveal more and more of her mind's darker desires. Thankfully, they were both nineteen, so there were no minors whose delinquency she could contribute to, but damn if she didn't feel like debauching them. Just a little.
James and Steve held some kind of conversation via blinking and the occasional sigh. She'd admit she was damn curious but then they both reached behind their necks and yanked off their shirts. It was all she could do not to swallow her tongue. Holy shit, they're pretty. Chiseled and firm, seeing them from afar was panty-melting. Up close it was an active fight with herself not to reach out and touch them. Especially seeing their asses and ridiculously muscular thighs on display in their boxer briefs. Thank goodness she got another cool drink because fuck if she didn't need one.
One seated on the lounger to each side of her, those boxer-briefs they wore certainly fell closer to the 'brief' side of things, doing nothing to hide the fact that they were both more than a little turned on. She was going to hell, she figured, but damn if the ride down wouldn't be nice.
James took a sip of his drink and licked his lips. "You planning on tanning in that?" He tugged gently at the ragged hem of her wrap, his lower lip trapped between his teeth as his gaze fell to her stiff nipples.
Now Layla was the one who's a little flushed. "I, um.. I threw it on to answer the door."
"And?" Steve inquired as his eyes roamed over her leisurely. The smirk he wore suggested he knew the answer, again at odds with her impression of him as a good boy.
"And what? I was in my backyard, by my pool. I didn't dress with a thought toward having guests." She couldn't have said why she hadn't wanted to admit she was suitless to the boys. Maybe it felt too much like a boundary she shouldn't cross? Whatever reason, her morals interjected for a moment, perhaps she should heed them.
"We certainly don't mind," James teased, the way he smiled made her want to curl up in his lap and do wicked, tawdry things. His gaze slipped to the tiny shorts she still wore, like he could will them away.
"I'm sure you don't." She wasn't trying to goad or be coy, her nerves were just starting to catch up with her. This was a dangerous game, and far and away deeper into the fantasy than she'd ever gone before.
"Who's gonna see?" Steve parroted her earlier words back to her with a predatory edge. His tongue flicked out across his lips, and it was all she could do not to spread her thighs a little at the sight.
"You…?" Layla answered, though she sounded anything but sure. The number of available offramps in this situation was dwindling alarmingly fast.
"You're seeing us in our boxers," the blond parried, his hands drawing her eyes to the region in question. Short, black cotton, clinging in all the right ways, the briefs cupped him in a way that hinted at quite the treasure trove and made an excellent visual to accompany his point. He hadn't been the debate team co-chair with Stacy for nothing.
"Not the same thing," she countered weakly, even as their mention drew her eyes to James's lap and then back to Stevie's. Giving in on this point felt like the last domino to fall before this all got very, very real.
It was James with the compromise that resolved the impasse. "Why don't you stretch out on your stomach and take it off. That way we don't see the goods and you don't get a crazy tan line." He sounded perfectly reasonable as he said it. "We'll put some sunscreen on your back so you don't burn. It'll be fine."
To be fair, it sounded heavenly, but 'fine' was a fairly relative term.
At some point, maybe it was the warmth of the sun on her skin or the looks of restrained eagerness on both their faces, but Layla heaved a sigh before adjusting the lanai and shimmying out of her tiny little cutoffs to reveal her equally diminutive bottoms that tied at the sides. "Okay then." Stretched out on her stomach, she carefully untied her wrap until it fell around her, leaving her back open and unencumbered. Then she tied up her hair into a messy bun on top of her head.
A quick glance over her shoulder revealed James's eyes wide in a look of arrested awe as he looked from her ass to Stevie and back. Mouth open, muscular chest rising and falling as his breathing picked up audibly, his hand rose twice before it settled back in his lap. She'd bet money the blond was equally agog, but she couldn't look without drawing attention to herself.
"So, am I gonna have to get sunburned?" she chided them gently, like she wasn't inwardly dying at the thought of their hands on her.
Her question seemed to snap them out of their trance, and they both moved to her sides at once. Steve dragged his lounger over to sit on the edge next to her before grabbing the bottle of high SPF she'd left on the table.
With her head pillowed on her arms, Layla closed her eyes in an attempt to calm her nerves, only to arch up with a hiss of surprise at the coolish dollop of cream that landed between her shoulder blades.
"Shit! Sorry!" Steve murmured as he sank to his knees next to her lounger and began to spread the sunscreen over her back in strokes that began as tentative and light but quickly became so much more.
It was one thing to fantasize about having his hands on her, wondering about their heat and texture and strength. It was something else entirely to have those big hands gliding over her sensitive, sun-warmed skin. Lightly calloused at the tips and maybe a little across the palm, they were warm, strong, not quite confident but certainly not as shy as they had been. And then she felt another set of hands as someone moved between her feet.
Comparably sized, infinitely more confident, he dipped his fingertips in the puddle of sunscreen on her back before tracing them over ankles. Up her calves, kneading her muscles and adding more sunscreen as he proceeded up the backs of her legs, James was a damn menace whose touch left her body both immensely relaxed and incredibly turned on all at once. She wanted to moan, to squirm, to grind her clit against something, anything for even a moment of relief.
Boundaries were for other people, she supposed.
It was difficult not spreading her legs even more to allow him access to the delicate skin of her inner thighs, or even raising her ass to present herself to him with every gentle brush of his skin against hers. She wasn't going to pretend her bikini bottoms presented any kind of barrier beyond the metaphorical. The urge was there, certainly, but so far she hadn't given in to it, regardless of how tempting his touch was.
To their credit, though, James and Steve both kept their ministrations chaste, on task with no intention to lead further that she could tell. The little moans that slipped out were unintentional, and hopefully soft enough to go unnoticed by the boys.
The doorbell sounded through the house and made her jump. Made everyone jump, really, and kinda broke the spell of the three of them. James recovered first, getting to his feet and snagging his shorts as he went inside to the door. Steve soothed her back down onto the lounger, his fingertips wandering ticklish, teasing path down her ribs, sweeping over the sensitive sides of her breasts, only to leave as quickly as they'd come. Like every move he made was with the intent of driving her crazy.
How she wasn't squirming was a mystery, because the desire was becoming more and more difficult to ignore. Core throbbing, pussy folds slick and slippery, it was quickly becoming the only thing her mind could focus on, and all she could do to not rub her thighs together to chase some much-needed friction.
James was back in an instant, repositioned between her spread feet, resuming his attentions on her legs with his hands drifting higher and higher to just below her ass. "I don't want you to think I'm getting fresh."
The antiquated phrasing made the comment that much cuter. "Oh no?" she teased, pushing up to her elbows so she could watch over her shoulder. Her raised eyebrow was greeted by two angelic faces graced with mockingly innocent grins.
From his position between her legs, James' flush began as streaks in his cheeks and resolved somewhere down his chest. His ice blue eyes met hers for an instant before wandering back to her ass. "I…" he took a deep breath and released it with a softly shuddering exhale as he brushed his dark locks out of his face behind his ear. "I don't want your ass to burn, but I didn't want to touch you without your permission."
"Thoughtful of you." She winked at him before she folded her arms and rested her head once more. "But you can go ahead and take care of that. If you want." She threw the words out like she wasn't full on daring Fate to intervene and the ramifications of such a dalliance weren't so serious. A furtive glance over her shoulder revealed wide-eyed expressions as they mouthed a conversation to one another over her bare back. "Problem, boys?"
"N-no. No problem. I just—wow," Steve stammered, his shaky breaths audible like he might be courting an asthma attack imminently. He grabbed his drink and killed it in a few audible swallows.
His hands are refreshingly cool when they returned to her lower back with more sunscreen on them. James's hands were quick to follow his lead, softly grazing the skin just below the white spandex that barely covered her ass. It didn't take long for the boys to get comfortable with the now-relaxed boundaries, fingers digging deep into the muscles and the warmth inside her body quickly spiking to match the summer heat outside.
Her legs seemed to spread of their own accord as their hands wandered ever closer to where her body was practically begging them to be. There was no point in holding back the little moans and sighs their clever hands elicited.
As if testing the waters, James drew his fingertips up the back of her thigh from her knee to her ass with a slight detour at the top to the soft and delicate skin of her inner thighs. Layla's breath caught, a tiny shudder shimmering through her in response. He repeated the action, a soft whine tangled in her throat as he moved even closer to where she wanted him to be. It was wrong to want this, with them, but damn she was only human.
"Alright, I need a break." She pushed up to her elbows again with her back to them, this time grabbing her own sweating glass with her half-melted slushee in it. Killing it in long, slow sips through the straw, she evaluated her options.
There was still a chance to stop this, to pull back from this precipice and ford a path back to propriety. And under normal circumstances, that was exactly what she'd do. But this was, if not a wrinkle in time, perhaps just a moment she could ease back on her good-girl inclinations and let the bad girl she'd wanted to be out to play. At least for a little while, maybe an organ or two.
The air rattled at the bottom of her glass as her straw drained the last of the watered-down vodka, a cheap ploy to buy time as she made up her mind. A quick glance at Steve, whose broad, freckled shoulders were beginning to pinken up in the sunshine, showed him to have moved back to sit on his lounger, his hand surreptitiously rubbing over the monstrous bulge tenting the front of his boxer briefs. She'd lay odds that James was in the same boat, though she couldn't see him as well without turning over to see him between her legs. The blond's normally bright blue eyes had gone unfathomably dark and were fixed on her ass. Hot, naked lust was on his face, lips pink and shiny from him biting them, cheekbones flushed with slashes of color.
The decision was easy really, as easy as flipping over on the lounger and reclining on her elbows, the display an epitome of carefree relaxation. Layla waited for the feelings of self-consciousness to surface, the ones she normally had when dealing with people since her ex, but with these two boys, almost-men now, she felt sexy for the first time in a long time. Maybe it was the way James licked his lips as he unabashedly perused her each and every curve from his spot between her slightly spread legs, maybe it was Stevie's soft gasp as she spread her thighs just a little bit more to give them both more room, but either way, she felt better than she had in a long time and wanted to go with that.
"You boys did a really good job on the back. Think you can manage the front?" Her voice sounded much steadier than she felt, basically serving herself to them on a silver platter.
The boys looked to each other instead of answering, some sort of conversation between them composed largely of blinks and raised eyebrows, best friend shorthand.
"I—" Steve was practically panting as his eyes all but caressed her as they moved over her. "Are you sure?"
"I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't." That wasn't exactly true, but it sounded good so she went with it. Her gaze shifted to James, kneeling like a supplicant between her feet, lust-blown eyes restless as they took in all the new real estate. "You good, James?"
"Very," he agreed absently before reaching for the tube of sunscreen. His wicked grin as he rubbed his fingers together made her want to whimper in anticipation.
Layla closed her eyes as she waited for their first move, gasping as Steve's long, artist's fingers teased over her collarbones, painting them in the salve. He was slow, methodical, and she knew he could see the way her nipples perked up at the sensations. Laying still was a game she played with herself as he moved closer and closer to where she wanted him, only for him to veer away at the last moment, moving down to lavish attention on her ribs and stomach.
Now she wanted to howl, to writhe in impatience because James was no better than his best friend. He'd started at her ankles, moving slowly, methodically up her body until her fingers were clenched on both hands from her effort to appear impassive. His warm hands spread over her thighs, sliding up from her knees only to stop halfway and slide back down.
"Oh come on," she grumbled softly as her dark eyes came open.
"Problem?" The dark-haired demon inquired as his hands drew higher and higher until they stopped just below the hem of her bottoms. There was no way for this to be anything but deliberate, and they were all aware of that.
Blowing out a deep breath, Layla sat up on the lounger, sending Steve's hands sliding off her sides even as James didn't retreat. "Yeah. I think I need to get out of the sun." She stared at the dark-haired Adonis until he receded, slipping down the lanai from between her feet, and letting her swing her legs over to the side.
She had never felt as powerful as she did rising to her feet, no shoes, no wrap, just her bikini bottoms as she headed for the patio door. With a hand on the knob, she asked over her shoulder, "You boys coming?" Her lips twitched at the unintentional pun, but she managed not to laugh.
Metal scraping over concrete was her answer as she headed inside and through the kitchen to the main stairs. "Hurry up, Stevie," James chided behind her.
Strutting up the stairs, she heard one of them whimper from a few steps below. Oh, this was happening, and it was a damn wonder she didn't dissolve in a puddle of want on the spot from just the idea of it.
"Enjoying the view?" Layla teased, feeling like her breath was strangling her.
The look in James' eyes promised so much sin even as he rolled his bottom lip between his teeth. "So much, darlin'. So much."
She made it to the doorway of her bedroom, the final threshold from which there'd be no returning. "Last one in's—" she didn't get to finish her thought because Steve scooped her up, ferrying her in his arms to her large ensuite bathroom, leaving James to close the door behind them.
She was thankful again for the extravagant size of her tub and shower, the three of them fitting quite handily as she slid the glass doors shut and fiddled with the faucets.
Happy with the warm rain that now sluiced over her skin, she turned to face both men, one hand on her hip, doing her best to project a confidence she could almost feel. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours."
James was much more audacious, stroking a hand over his hard-on that was barely concealed by the black cotton fabric. The red tip practically poking out of the waistband, it looked like a damn good time just begging to be had. He dispensed quickly with his underwear, kicking them off to leave him showing off a truly impressive cock. Thick and uncut, slightly ridged with veins, her tongue practically ached to taste it. What he said next, though, damn near broke her.
"What're you waiting for, Stevie? You worked hard for that body, baby. Why don't you show it off?" His smile at his best friend was from definitely more than just camaraderie.
The blush that starts at Steve's hairline disappears somewhere in the vicinity of his sternum as he reaches a shaking hand to the elastic at his waist, not looking up at either of them. He looked nervous, shaken to the core, and she felt responsible for him, outside of the incredibly erotic atmosphere.
Touching his hand, he froze in place as Layla dipped her head to catch his gaze and stare deeply into his eyes. "Are you okay with this, Steve?"
It was two deep breaths before he nodded. "Yeah," he answered softly, barely audible over the falling water. "I just…" A deep sigh rolled through his body before his head came up, his normally blue eyes darker than she'd ever seen them. "Your so beautiful. A goddess." Licking his lips, he took a step closer. "I… I've wanted this since I was fifteen years old. Hell yes, I'm okay." His confidence seemed to grow with every word he spoke, finishing by moving her hand to rest against his stomach as he shimmied out of his briefs and kicked them away like James had.
"Fifteen," she marveled as she gave into the urge to trace her fingertips down his honed chest, and he shuddered before he nodded as his gaze slipped over her shoulder.
James moved in close behind her, his chest against her back and hard cock nestled against her ass as he leaned down to nip at her ear. "I can't tell you how many times," he whispered, punctuating every word with a nip or a lick that had her practically vibrating with desire, "the number of times we jerked off together thinking about you." His soft lips trailed down her neck as she lolled her head to the side to give him better access. "So many times we came thinking about your perfect body and what we wanna do with you." His hands found her hips as he shamelessly ground against her. "For you." Lick. "To you." He grazed his teeth over the junction between her neck and shoulder, making her whine and squirm against him. "And we couldn't do anything about it."
"Poor babies," she crooned as she locked eyes with Steve. Her fingers wandered over his soft skin, acquainting themselves with every single topographical feature of his abs and Adonis belt as they danced down the downy golden hair of his happy trail. It was almost a game to her, seeing how close she could get until his breath hitched. "I feel like I should make that up to you. What do you think, Ste—?"
Before she could finish asking the question, his lips crashed against hers. Long fingers gently framed her face as his tongue dipped between her lips when she moaned. Her jaw cupped in his palm, he angled her head as he masterfully took control of the kiss. It was all so much, the feel of James behind her, his hands kneading her breasts as he rutted his cock against her ass, and Steve, whose kiss could raise the dead.
She whimpered as he pulled back, the hesitancy she'd sensed before now completely gone as he settled his hands on her hips.
"I need to taste you," he murmured against her collarbone as he and his wicked lips and tongue took a meandering path down her body that left him on his knees in front of her. He looked up at with such lust, such supplication, she couldn't help but cup his cheek as she traced his lips with her thumb. He drew it in, his clever tongue dancing over her sensitive flesh in preview of coming attractions.
"You gonna let him use his mouth on you, sugar?" James murmured as one of his hands that had been teasing her nipples slipped down her stomach with a clear destination in mind. "You gonna let him love on that little clit like we've dreamed about? Like it deserves? I can tell you his tongue is nothing short of magical." His fingers slid eagerly between her slick folds to rub soft circles over the spot, the images his words evoked and sensations were so intense her knees almost buckled.
She watched in awe as he gathered her slick on two of his fingers and traced Steve's lips with them before slipping inside to fuck his mouth just a little as the blond's eyes closed in pure bliss. "Please," she whined softly. "Please."
James's dark little chuckle sent a shiver down her spine as he returned his fingers to her pussy, this time holding her lips open, leaving her delicate flesh open and on display for his friend. "You heard the lady, Stevie. Dessert before dinner."
The blond groaned as he melted against her, hands anchoring her hips to keep her exactly where he wanted her, his lips going straight to her clit as he hefted one of her thighs over his shoulder to open her up even further. His groans vibrated against her sensitive nub as she wound her fingers in his soft hair and tugged with one hand, the fingernails of her other hand digging into James' hip as she gave herself over to the pleasure.
Stevie had a gift, his agile tongue flicking and swirling over her pussy as he took it all in. This was, far and away, better than any fantasy she'd ever had and the idea that they'd only just gotten started made her a little lightheaded. Or maybe that was Steve's relentless mouth.
He was everywhere, setting a chaotic rhythm of sucking, licking, and nibbling that had her all but wrecked after only a few moments. Hips bucking as the sensations rose through her, the tension deep inside her tightened as he learned what made her moan and beg.
"Give yourself to it, Layla," James whispered in her ear, the devil on her shoulder as he rested his chin there and watched down her body as Steve feasted on her flesh. "Ride his face, use him for your pleasure. He needs it. Do it, baby. Cum all over his face. Give it to him."
Filthy words in her ear, hands massaging and tormenting her peaked nipples, a tongue on her clit that was rapidly learning the combination to unlock her soul, all of it converged as two thick fingers circled her entrance and then pressed inside.
She moaned loudly as she came, completely abandoned any sense of propriety or shyness. Back arched, she reached up and tugged James' hair, twisting around until she sealed his mouth to hers, swallowing her gasps and groans as Steve continued to finger her pussy and tease her clit.
"One more, gorgeous," Steve begged from his position on his knees in front of her. "Give me one more." It may have sounded like a request but he was absolutely not asking as he curled his fingers into that soft spongy spot just inside her overstimulated pussy that made her keen and come up onto her toes. Thank the gods James was behind her to keep her grounded as Steve latched onto her clit again and began deliberately stroking her spot that felt like a shower of electrical sparks moving through her.
It was like her world was breaking, the water didn't matter, she couldn't have said what she was feeling in that moment beyond ecstasy, in its most pure and unadulterated form. Steve's thick fingers weren't exactly comparable to her toy, but what he could do with them… fuck, she was cumming again, harder and sooner than she ever had in the past.
The feeling of a dam breaking inside her was accompanied by a wail of release as she catapulted over the threshold of sanity. Her world washed white as she rode wave after wave of intoxicating bliss.
"Look at you, sugar. So fucking perfect for us. Squirt all over his face, baby. He's earned it, don't you think? You look so fucking perfect when you cum."
James' softly growled words of praise in her ear was the first thing she noticed as she slowly came back to herself. She felt transformed, reborn. Gazing down at Steve she saw the look of transcendent wonder again on his face as he locked eyes with her. His lips were swollen, cheeks and jaw wet with far more than water, deep blue eyes glittering through the steam, he looked absolutely wanton.
Slowly, so damn slowly, he pulled his fingers from her tight channel and took them into his mouth, eyes laser-focused on hers. "Delicious."
He rose to his feet then, caging her in between himself and his best friend, his hands tracing absently over her flesh. "Let's clean you up."
Layla's whole body was loose and pliable as the men quickly manhandled her as they wanted. She was soaped up, their fingers teasing as they rubbed her down in between them and leaving all three of them blissfully sunscreen free and smelling like cocoa butter. Instead of leading the boys to her bed, James carried her instead, bearing her aloft like a queen or goddess he intended to worship, placing her in the center of the mattress among her pillows. He and Steve wasted no time climbing in after her, once again sandwiching her between their warm, muscular bodies.
"I need…" she began, her hand sliding down over the ridges and furrows of James' stomach as she reached for his cock while he busied himself peppering her face, neck, and chest with tiny kisses.
Behind her, Steve had plastered himself to her back, his hands exploring everywhere he hadn't gotten to the first time. "Whatever you want, baby. Tell us and it's yours."
The vodka had ceded its place in her mind to a different kind of drunkenness, her lustful brain having difficulty with cogent sentences. "James…" she breathed his name with the reverence of a prayer. "Fuck me. Please." The 'please' had definitely been an afterthought.
The brunette whined, actually whined, as a shudder wound through him. "Like Stevie said, whatever you want."
Layla purred as he grabbed her hips and thrust a pillow underneath them before slipping back between her legs. He was the pinnacle of perfection, a Renaissance statue given flesh, and that flesh was thick and veined and slipping through her folds like he belonged there. And maybe in a way, he always had.
"Steven," she crooned to the blond who had taken up worshipping her tits as an avocation, covering every square inch of skin with his brand of mouthy affection. "I need you on my tongue. Can you do that for me, baby?"
He was on his knees a bare moment later, eagerly kneeling beside her head in an instant, giving her a chance to take in the view up close and personal. Younger Steve had been waifish and wan, in her mind he was close to a Victorian orphan who would likely die of consumption, though she'd never said that out loud. But this man…
This was a man. Her hands traced over his well-muscled thighs, strong under warm, soft skin, touching him was addictive, and that was before she even got to the twitching cock in front of her fact. She dragged her nails lightly across his v-line, marveling in the gooseflesh left in her wake, cupping his balls just to feel them, before slipping down to wrap around a truly impressive piece of equipment. Cut, and comparably sized to his best friend, he was a bit thicker, and from the way he fit in her grip, might even outclass her toy.
"You ready, sugar?" James's voice was barely above a deep growl as he ground his cock against her slippery flesh. He was clearly in no rush, watching her torment his friend with her light and nimble fingers. She gasped as he lightly tapped her clit with the head of his cock, enjoying the way she squirmed beneath him.
"Please."
The young man needed no further prompting as he lined himself up and began a slow, thorough slide into her tight channel. He was definitely thicker than her toy, in the best way. In a way that made her groan out loud before taking Steve's cock in hand and wrapping her lips around the tip.
His hiss of pleasure made her grin as she reveled in the salty taste of him on her tongue. It took no time at all for him to wind his fingers in her hair, like she'd done to him, fucking into her mouth gently as his best friend laid siege to her pussy.
James was a menace, withdrawing slowly only to slide back in with increasing force each time. Fingers digging into the flesh of her hips and holding her in place exactly where he wanted her while his mouth ran a mile a minute and making her wetter by the second.
"That's it, baby. Fuck, this pussy is fucking golden. I can't believe how well you're taking me, baby girl."
Steve was no slouch in that department either, and when she looked up from her ministrations he was avidly watching his best friend sink inches into her swollen flesh at an almost inhuman pace. "You enjoying this, Dr. C?" he grunted, almost breathless. "Having the two of us reaming out your pussy and making you cum for us? You needed this, didn't you? Two thick cocks to tend to that sweet little cunt that's been in need of attention for a while."
Layla could only helplessly moan around his cock as it slid deeper into her throat as she relaxed her jaw. Her mind was floating away on that same sea of blissful elation as before as the tension in her body began to coil deep in her belly.
"Oh yeah, honey, I can feel you grabbing me tight. Squeezing the life outta me." James's voice sounded both faraway and a little smug. "Lemme help you."
She had no idea what he meant until he began to rub her clit in time with his intense thrusts and it was like the world exploded with color around her. Pulling her mouth off Steve's cock, she howled as the brunette drove her higher, further. She couldn't even tell if she was speaking words as she moaned and gasped at the oncoming wave of divinity bearing down on her.
Steve's moan above her was the only warning she got before he was sending warm ropes of his spend across her cheeks and lips as she pumped him dry. Seeing him absolutely shatter in the face of pleasure was all she needed to send her up and over the horizon, her body clamping down on James's cock like she planned to keep it for her own.
It was everything all at once, James gripping her hips tight enough that she knew she'd bruise as he rode out his own completion that had been brought on by her own. And when it was done, they were left in a heap, filling the room with panting breaths where moments before had been a symphony of ecstasy.
Layla found herself coming around as Steve passed a warm washcloth over her face to clean up the mess he'd left.
"Hottest thing I've ever seen," James whispered to his friend as he cradled her against his chest. "Actually, I think it's a tie between her sucking you off and you striping her face."
"I think that broke my brain," Steve chuckled, sounding more than a little embarrassed. "It was… whew." Tossing the washcloth over the side, he sidled in close, once again leaving her nestled in between their warm bodies.
"Did that just happen?" It was the first thing she could think of clearly, because to her mind, there was no way that she'd actually experienced something so incredible. Her voice sounded rough, but then, with the throat workout she'd just experienced, that was to be expected.
"There she is," James teased warmly, kissing her forehead gently. "You checked out on us for a second."
"Do you blame me?" All three of them shared a quiet chuckle at that. "Seriously, I don't know…" Hell, to be fair, there was a lot she didn't know. How this would affect their friendship with Stacy, how this would change their relationship with her, or her interactions with their mothers…. The longer she pondered, the more her mind spun out as consequences made themselves clearer in the clearing haze of lust.
"Hey." Steve pinched her chin and pressed a soft kiss to her mouth. "We have all the time in the world to figure this out, okay? Right now?" He slid his leg over hers, teasing open her thighs once more. "Let's just be, right, Buck?"
"Exactly," James agreed. Leaning over her a little, he pressed a kiss to her lips before doing the same to his best friend. "Don't you worry about a thing, babydoll. We'll take care of you."
As if to punctuate his statement, he began to shimmy down the bed until he was back between her thighs once more. Only this time, he was laid out, taking in a lay of the land as he examined the remnants of his handiwork up close. His shoulders wedged her legs wider, leaving her swollen cunt open to him as his cum oozed out slowly.
"We'll take care of you," he repeated softly, almost reverently, as he dipped a finger into their mixed juices before moving up to draw a teasing circle around her clit. With a wink, he flicked his tongue out, lightning fast to follow in his finger's path. "Starting with this pussy."