Ryan hauled himself out of bed at the sound of his alarm. He grimaced as he shut it off. Sitting at the foot of bed, he squinted at the bathroom door. Fucking Bentley. He was already in there, taking a shower and being the stupidly productive jackass he was.
As he rubbed a hand tiredly over his face, Ryan heard sluggish shuffling behind him. A warm body pressed up against his back. He felt bad for waking her on the weekends like this. Granted Lilah woke because she wanted to see them off, but he still felt bad.
Soft, dry lips pressed a line of chaste kisses across his back, and he shivered. Lilah pulled away a little to scratch his back gently and methodically. Every once in awhile, she would pause to focus on a certain spot before continuing. He loved when she touched him like this; she was so meticulous and attentive about it. Ryan found himself torn between falling back the fuck to sleep and being aroused beyond belief.
The choice was taken out of his hands once Lilah started following up the scratches with small, open-mouth kisses that had hot flicks of tongue. And he loved that; he loved that she couldn’t seem to keep her hands to herself. He loved how every action started casual and gradually ended with somebody panting their way to an orgasm.
With every little lick, Ryan’s morning erection throbbed, and Lilah eventually stopped scratching to bring her hands forward. One hand splayed on his belly, and the other on his chest seeking out and finding a nipple. Ryan felt his nipple pebble under Lilah’s fingers and groaned as his dick throbbed hard enough for precome to dribble down it.
He felt Lilah settle closer, bracketing his legs with hers. And her scent, heavy and warm from sleep, surrounded him as she pulled close. Ryan’s toes curled as he breathed her in, like the warmth of her smell was transferring the warmth directly into his body. She kissed a shoulder blade as both her hands ventured further down. She cupped his balls with her left hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock with her right. His mouth went dry as he watched her pump his dick slowly, throat clicking as he swallowed thickly. Her touch was electrifying, he was fervently thankful that Bentley suggested they sleep naked all those many months ago.
Then Ryan started trembling because Lilah just barely had a hold of him and was pumping *so damn slowly*. Her hand on him was just a ghost of a touch, and it wasn’t enough. The pace wasn’t getting him anywhere other than crazy, and it wasn’t enough. She brushed her nose along his back, breathing deeply, but they weren’t hot, wet, bruising kisses, and it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t enough, *it wasn’t enough, it wasn’t enou*—
Lilah’s voice cut through his thoughts, raspy from sleep and a pitch lower than it usually was. The way her words puffed against his back made him breathless.
“You excited?”
Ryan wrapped his hands around Lilah’s slender ankles for something to hold onto, because *goddamn*, the pure indulgence in her tone alone had him whining and bucking up into her feather light grip. She huffed out a sleepy laugh.
“Yeah, you’re an excited boy.”
Her words rolled over his skin, raising gooseflesh and making him shudder. Shit, *shit*, how did she do this to him this early and probably half asleep.
“Oh, *fuck, Lilah*,” he groaned, his dick leaking more precome and heat pooling deep in his belly.
“Yeah? You want it?” she sounded breathless.
“*Yeah, god, babe*, I want it. I want *you*,” Ryan moaned, unable to tear his gaze away the way she was touching him—her hands spreading his precome all over his hard cock.
He made a keening noise when she nipped his shoulder blade and set a brutal, punishing pace. Her grip was just shy of painful, exactly how he liked it, and she was tugging and rolling his balls with her other hand.
“That’s it, babe… I want to hear you, want you to fuck up into my hand the way you want to. C’mon, I want to feel your pretty cock pulsing in my hand,” she whispered against his skin.
Every word set his nerve endings alight with a burning fire as Ryan’s body helplessly reacted to Lilah’s words. Out of his mouth came an endless litany words and noises as he thrust up with every downstroke. And as if on command, his dick throbbed and drooled precome constantly causing the sound of her hand sliding on his dick to become obscene.
“What messy boy,” Lilah intoned in between scattering kisses all over his back.
The mild scolding tone in her voice made Ryan’s toes curl, and he panted heavily, he was close, so close. The two of them were so caught up in what they were doing that they almost missed Bentley leaning against the bathroom door frame. The blond was damp from his shower with steam lazily billowing out from behind him, and he was completely naked.
“I can’t leave the two of you alone for five minutes,” Bentley shook his head, amused.
And that was it. That was all it took: Bentley *watching* them, his normally light eyes dark with want (despite his casual stance), and the obvious stirring of his dick as blood pulsed there. Seeing Bentley’s reaction to them—Bentley, normally so stoic and unaffected, with the evidence of his arousal clearly on display—pushed Ryan off the edge. The brunet threw his head with harsh groan of “*fffuuuuuckk*”. He came in thick, hot, white stripes up his belly and chest as Lilah pumped him through his orgasm. She kept pumping even afterwards until he was oversensitized and squirming, only then did she let him go.
Lilah wiggled out from behind him to let him fall back on the bed, running her fingers through his hair. Ryan looked truly fucked out, and it brought smug grin to her face as she leaned down and pressed a kiss on his forehead. She pulled back to assess the mess on his chest. Then throwing thick, black hair over her shoulders, Lilah proceeded to straddle Ryan’s thighs and lick him clean.
She gasped in surprise mid-lick as Bentley came up behind her and spread her out, running his thumb along her lips making sure she was dripping wet, just how he liked her. The blond knew Lilah would have been turned on getting Ryan off—she loved taking care of him (to the point where sometimes she would neglect herself), making him happy, and keeping him satisfied—but Bentley wanted to feel it, how ready she was, for himself.
Taking a firm hold of the tops of her thighs, Bentley pushed into her slowly, relishing in the way she opened right up for him. It was a hot, easy glide sliding all the way to hilt with Lilah every time. Bentley groaned deep as she clenched around him, and she couldn’t stop the hiccupping moans as she adjusted to being filled to the brim. The blond fucked Lilah just like that, hard and slow, with her on her hands and knees over Ryan where the brunet trailed lazy hands and fingers all over her.
Ryan slipped his deft finger against her clit a few times, and Lilah came with a throaty sound, lower lip caught between her teeth. He held her through her orgasm when her elbows gave out, and had the pleasure of seeing Bentley come too, all flushed and pretty.
By the time they had cleaned up and gotten dressed, the guys were running almost an hour late. But the dark, satisfied, half-hooded gaze as Lilah waved them off at the front door was well worth it.
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