Page 65 of Gym With Benefits

Brock reached around her torso, one hand squeezing her breast while his other hand slipped down between her thighs, his fingers finding her swollen clit and teasing it with a relentless, fast friction.

Jess unraveled within seconds. Her internal muscles clamped down in a violent, clamping orgasm, pulsing hard around Brock’s thick shaft. The intense pleasure of her climax caused her throat to spasm around me; I thrust my cock all the way to the back of her throat, riding the wave of her contractions. Hot tears sprang to her eyes from the depth of the penetration, her gaze fixed on mine with absolute devotion.

I was so fucking close to blowing my load. The heat, the wet sounds, and the sight of her coming on my best friend’s dick while sucking mine ruined my last shred of restraint. I pulled my cock from her mouth with a slick slide.

“Come here,” I panted.

Jess let out a needy whine as my arms hooked under her ribs, lifting her. Brock let out a thick moan, his torso shuddering as the sudden loss of her slick heat left his cock twitching in the open.

My palms guided her forward until her hands planted against the edge of the marble vanity. Her legs shook under her weight, the muscles unstrung from the climax. I used my boot to nudge her ankles outward, forcing her thighs wider apart into an optimal angle. Without a single second of hesitation, I lined up the head of my dick and drove forward from behind, burying my cock all the way into the tight, scorching depth of her pussy.

Jess gasped, her fingers clawing the wood grain of the vanity mirror frame. I locked my hands onto her hip bones andrammed into her over and over, the force of our impact rattling the glass inside its wooden borders. The sound of our sweaty skin meeting filled the narrow dressing stall.

Brock stood up from the bench, his huge hard-on glistening with her juices. He stepped right into her line of sight, leaning down to slide the tip of his cock over her swollen lips. Jess lapped at his dick instantly, her tongue darting out to taste herself on his skin, her eyes filled with a desperate craving. Brock dipped the head past her teeth, then pulled it right back out, teasing her ruthlessly.

“Please,” Jess begged, her voice a fractured whisper between my hard thrusts. “Brock, give it to me. Put it in.”

My fingers buried deep into her hair, gripping the strands near the base of her skull to tilt her head back. She stayed poised and wide open as Brock finally slid his thick shaft past her lips, burying himself in her mouth. Every time I drove my hips forward into her from behind, the momentum pushed her face deeper along his length. Brock’s dick was simply too thick; her mouth stretched to the absolute limit, her throat catching on the size as she tried to accommodate the entire thing. It was too fucking hot.

The tight, milking friction of her pussy combined with the sight of her taking Brock’s giant shaft broke my last defense. I lost it. I rammed into her one last time and emptied my load deep inside her, my cock pulsing with a series of hard spasms as her walls clenched around me, wringing out every single drop of my cum.

Brock pulled his cock out of her mouth with a slick slide, his thumb catching a trail of saliva on her chin. "I'm not coming in your mouth," he muttered.

I slid out of her, my knees weak as I watched Brock pull her limp body into his arms. Jess was entirely spent, her head rollingback against his shoulder, her breathing a series of shallow wheezes.

“I—I can't,” she whispered, her eyelids fluttering. “No more.”

“You can, Jess,” Brock encouraged, his voice a low, rough growl against her ear. He smoothed her hair back, his hands firm as he lifted her up. “You can do this for me. I know you can.”

He pinned her back against the padded wall beside the mirror. His hand hooked under her left knee, lifting her leg up until her thigh locked around his waist. He adjusted his stance and drove into her with a single, brutal thrust. Jess cried out, her eyes flying open as his thick length stretched her pussy to the absolute limit.

His thrusts came hard and fast, the impact slamming her back against the velvet padding. I stood right beside them, my hand resting on her hip to stabilize her as I talked her through it. "Take him, Jess. You're doing so good. Let him have it."

“Fuck, you're so tight,” Brock panted, his sweat dripping onto her collarbone as his pace turned punishing.

Jess unraveled for the third time, her internal muscles clamping down onto his thick shaft in a violent, desperate climax. The intense squeeze broke Brock's restraint; he grunted loudly, his lower back arching as he blew his load deep inside her pussy. Both of them shook against the wall, their bodies jerking in tandem as the heat of his cum triggered another wave of spasms through her core, leaving them both gasping for air.

The stillness in the small space returned gradually, broken only by the sound of three pairs of lungs fighting for oxygen. Jess slid down the velvet-padded wall, her limbs unstrung, a trace of Brock’s sweat glistening on her collarbone. Brock leaned his torso against the vanity ledge, his head back as he closed his eyes, a thoroughly spent grin on his face.

A manic buzzing hummed through my veins, the sheer rush of adrenaline making my skin prickle. The absolute impossibility of what just occurred clashed with the physical evidence on the carpet, and I loved every single second of it. My body felt light, charged with a chaotic energy that made the upscale boutique outside feel like a different planet.

Jess reached for her lace panties, her movements loose and unhurried as she pulled them up her thighs.

Brock opened his eyes, pulling his denim jeans up his legs and fastening the button with a sharp click. He looked down at Jess, his blue eyes flashing with a return of his usual cocky swagger. "Alright, Jess. The performance reviews are officially in. Who's the winner for Amberleigh’s wedding date?"

I paused, my shirt half-buttoned as I turned to look at her, my heart knocking a steady rhythm against my ribs as I waited for the verdict.

Jess stepped back into the midnight-blue velvet dress, pulling the fabric up over her breasts with a slow, deliberate confidence. She met Brock's gaze in the mirror, a mysterious, wicked little smile playing at the corners of her lips.

“I think I'll have to do a little more research before I make up my mind,” she murmured, her voice smooth and entirely unbothered.

Brock’s hands froze on his belt. He snapped his head toward me, his eyebrows pulling together as the subtext of her comment landed with a thud. I stared back at him, the realization hitting me at the exact same time. There was only one other person who could possibly require research.

Dane was in the running too.

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