Page 64 of Gym With Benefits

Brock looked up, his eyes meeting mine across the narrow gap between us. A wave of shared history washed through the space, an unspoken memory of a wild night during our sophomore year at Ohio State when we shared a girl in a crowded frat house. The silent question hung between us for a beat. I raised an eyebrow, offering a tight smirk, and he gave a firm, single nod of approval. He was in. Jess looked between the two of us, hunger blazing in her expression as her breathing turned shallow.

The hesitation vanished. My hands found the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as I pulled her mouth to mine. She let out a soft groan against my lips, her tongue instantly meeting mine with a fierce, demanding heat. The sweet taste of boutique champagne and her unique flavor flooded my senses, making my hard-won restraint crumble within seconds. My cock throbbed against the barrier of my sweats, straining into a rigid, painful hard-on that pressed against her thigh.

Brock didn't hold back. His hands slid down the velvet of her dress, gripping her ass through the fabric and lifting her to meet his own mouth as I pulled back to catch a breath. We passed her between us like a prize, our hands claiming every inch of her supple body.

“God, you guys,” she gasped, her head falling back against Brock’s shoulder as my mouth moved down to nip at her collarbone.

Brock’s fingers worked the zipper of the dress, the velvet parting to expose the smooth line of her spine. He slid his hand down the front of her torso, his fingers dipping past her lace panties to find the heat of her pussy. Jess whimpered, her hips bucking into his hand as he rubbed a thick finger over her clit. The scent of sex and friction filled the small enclosure, escalating the heat until I tore my shirt off, desperate to get skin-on-skin with her. Brock’s mouth slammed back onto hers, swallowing her cries as our shared hunger turned the room into a private pleasure fest.

The dress pooled around her ankles, and Jess dropped to her knees on the floor between us. Brock and I shared a look, hardly believing how we’d lucked out. I could see it on his face. He sure as fuck could see it on mine.

I wasn’t fully hard yet, but she let out a small, appreciative whimper anyway, her mouth opening as she leaned forward to take me in. The sensation nearly buckled my knees. I gripped the back of her head for support, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock before sliding down the shaft with relish.

“Looks like somebody’s hungry,” Brock said, unzipping his jeans.

Without breaking the motion of her mouth on my dick, she took his cock in her hand and jerked him. Veins bulged againstthe flush of his skin, a massive hard-on that made me want to work harder. Jess paused, her eyes widening at our reflection as she took in the sight of him. Her thumb immediately stroked up the underside of his thick shaft, catching the slick moisture at the tip.

Seeing her this turned on, watching her eyes glaze over with insatiable greed as she gulped my cock, sent a bolt of heat straight to my balls.

“Take him.” I touched her chin lightly, and she slid her mouth off my dick.

“I’m sure as hell gonna try,” she said, opening wide as he brought his enormous cock to her lips.

She tilted her head back to accommodate as much of him as she could manage. Sliding her mouth over the head, her lips stretched as Brock pushed himself an inch deeper. A loud moan vibrated out of her and Brock jerked forward with his hips.

“Shh, keep it down,” he warned, his eyes flicking to the locked door. “The consultants are right outside. You’re gonna have to take me deeper so it can keep you quiet.”

A strangled moan muffled out of her throat as she swallowed his length, her eyes watering from the size of it. I stood right beside them, my hard-on twitching for her touch, desperate to get back inside. I reached down and stroked my shaft right beside her cheek.

“You're doing so good, Jess,” I panted, the praise slipping out of me as I watched her head bob up and down along Brock’s dick. “See how good you look.”

She glanced at our reflection again, watching herself choke on Brock’s massive dick while her hand furiously pumped my shaft. She loved it. The thrill of having both of us at her command showed in the frantic rhythm of her hand.

She pulled off Brock with a breathless gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the head of his dick. Then she turned her face to me, her tongue darting out to lick the pre-cum from my tip before she buried me back inside her mouth. Her ravenous hunger threatened to bring me to the edge right then and there. Brock’s hand stayed on the back of her neck to guide her movements, his thumb rubbing her jaw as she stroked him, the wet slap of her hand against his skin filling the quiet dressing room.

“God, you're a greedy little thing today, aren't you?” Brock chuckled, his fingers sliding down to trace the wetness of her mouth. “You took it so well in your pussy last time, though. Do you want that?”

“I do,” she said, pulling off my cock for a split second, her cheeks flushed bright red, her breathing ragged. “I want both of you. Right now.”

The enthusiasm in her voice broke the last thread of my control. The friction, the sounds of her sucking us, and the scent of her slick pussy filled the small enclosure until I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed her under the armpits, lifting her onto her feet in one motion.

My hands locked under her thighs, lifting her up until her legs wrapped around my waist. The core strength from months of functional conditioning paid off; my stance stayed rock-solid as I guided her down onto my cock.

Jess let out a sharp gasp as I buried myself inside her scorching heat, the tight squeeze of her walls welcoming me instantly. She braced her palms against my shoulders, her breath hitching as she started bouncing up and down on my dick. She was so fucking wet. Creamy juices slicked my shaft, dripping down to coat my thighs, the friction creating a slapping sound that echoed off the velvet walls. Her bare breasts rubbed flushagainst my chest with every frantic down-stroke, her nipples hardening against my skin.

Brock leaned back on the cream velvet bench, one hand slowly stroking his huge, glistening cock as his eyes tracked every single movement of her hips. “Bring her here,” he said, his voice thick with arousal.

I took two small steps over to the bench. Jess whined, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I lifted her off my dick, the pop of our separation echoing in the small room. Brock reached up, grabbing her thighs and holding her legs wide apart. With her back facing him, I lowered Jess straight down onto Brock's dick.

A loud, piercing cry tore from her lips as the thick head of Brock’s giant shaft stretched her open, filling her to the absolute limit.

“Keep her quiet, Hunter,” Brock muttered, his hands clamping onto her hips to steady her.

I immediately leaned in, feeding my cock back into her mouth to muffle those salacious moans. Jess sucked me greedily, her lips sealing around my shaft just as Brock bucked his hips upward, driving his thick length deep into her pussy. She cried out around my dick, her throat squeezing me deliciously, the involuntary reflex nearly sending me over the edge.

Jess planted her feet firm on the velvet cushion on either side of Brock’s thighs. Having that leverage changed the game. She started riding him, forcing her own body up and down on his thick shaft while keeping her mouth locked onto me, her hand stroking the base of my cock in tandem with the movement of her throat.

My hand moved to her face, gently brushing a few sweat-damp strands of hair from her eyes. “You're doing so well, Jess,” Iwhispered, stroking her flushed cheek as her eyes locked onto mine. “Look at you taking both of us.”