The Billionaire Bad Boys Club(102)

“Ready?” he asked his friend.

“For God’s sake, get on with it,” Zane snapped.

Trey grinned, taking this as praise and not insult. Since the bench was handy, he swung one bare foot onto it. This put their respective parts at the perfect level. With a casualness that stopped her breath, Trey prodded Zane’s anus with his cock, adjusted, and then pressed smoothly in.

“Fu-u-ck,” Zane moaned, pleasure stretching out the word.

“See how good . . . waiting makes this?” Trey said.

Zane groaned and twisted his ass around Trey’s intrusion. “Do it,” he ordered. “Fuck me now, or I’ll squeeze it off.”

Trey laughed and began to swing.

She didn’t think they forgot she was there, but after a point they lost their self-consciousness. Maybe pleasure simply overwhelmed them, and they had to give in to it. She loved watching both their faces. Trey’s shoulder-length hair was wet and twisted behind his neck, Zane’s too short to obscure his expression. After a bit of Trey rolling in and out, Zane shifted one of his grips from the wall handle onto Trey’s buff arm. Trey got more serious then, which Zane seemed to appreciate. Relying on groans and broken words, he pleaded with him to go faster.

The evidence of the men’s strength enthralled her. No matter what they were doing, they were definitely male.

“Yes,” Zane said once Trey had achieved a certain pace. “There. Deeper.”

Trey grunted and gave him a hammer strike.

“Fuck,” Zane gasped, his head lashing.

The last thrust seemed to have struck its desired target, but this wasn’t enough for Trey. He kneed Zane’s legs wider with his own. This seemed to restrict Zane’s ability to react. He was at the mercy of how deep and fast his friend chose to go. His powerful body struggled, though it also seemed to love the trap. The sounds he made were raw, the jerking of his cock frantic. Trey released Zane’s hipbone to grab his balls, cupping them snug against his body. Though the men’s main anchor was Trey’s single handhold on the wall, Trey went at Zane so fast he could have been a machine.

“Fuck,” Zane said again, eyes squeezed, face strained. “Fuck, fuck.”

“Rub him off,” Trey panted through his wild thrusting. “Grab his penis now.”

Zane’s cock was red with excitement, thick, strutted, like a horn pointing up from his abdomen. Trey’s thrusts were shaking it, but she grabbed it around the middle, wanking her fist as hard and fast toward the crest as she’d seen men do in porn films.

Timing it perfectly, Trey added an extra oomph to his upward drives.

Zane’s mouth stretched wide a second before he let out a roaring shout.

His cock convulsed in her hand. Semen shot into the shower’s spray, jet after jet, like he was coming for twenty men. He made a noise like this hurt. She would have stopped rubbing, but he slapped his hand around hers, milking his ejaculation to the last drop. He didn’t stop even after he started softening.

She guessed it hadn’t hurt. She guessed it had felt really good.

Zane’s breath wavered out on a sighing moan, his body bending forward again.

“Wow,” he said. “That was . . .” He swallowed and had to stop speaking.

Trey let out a little laugh. “I believe the phrase you’re searching for is ‘hell to the fuckin’ yeah.’”

He pulled out and dropped to the bench, his knees giving out temporarily.

He was nearly as hard as when he’d started. Weariness rather than an orgasm caused him to flag. Watching his prick stick up even as his head dropped with exhaustion clenched her pussy on itself. She knew exactly how she wanted to work off the excitement the men had inspired in her.

“Phew,” he said. “You up for finishing this with me?”

Her eyes jerked away from his groin. Trey was looking straight at her. He laughed at her expression. “Yes, I’m talking to you. You’re the one I saved this for.”

“Really?”

“Absolutely. How many times does a man like me get to live out his hottest daydreams?” As many times as he wanted if the person he was asking was Rebecca. She didn’t know how to say this, and he held out his hand to Zane. “A little help here, please?”

Zane helped him to his feet and also to tidy up. Zane’s own hands shook with tiredness, but Trey liked his assistance. He squirmed as Zane re-dressed his erection. She suspected Zane was smoothing the latex a little better than it needed. When he stroked one finger around Trey’s balls, the caress was plainly gratuitous.

“That’s more help than I need!” Trey objected with a grin.