“Aren’t you empty, baby? Wouldn’t it be good to be filled with that toy in your hand?”
Now it’s my turn to play the reluctant party. “I don’t know.” I arch up, offering him my breasts again. “I can’t think.”
“Then don’t think.” He’s actively touching me now. Grabbing my ass and squeezing, his fingers skating down the lower curve to guide me forward and up. And then down his stomach, until the head of his cock is there. Derek exhales and then he’s there at my entrance. “Just a little, baby. Just the tip hardly counts.”
“Derek, we shouldn’t.” But I roll my hips to take him inside. “Oh fuck, that feels good.” I do it again, working my way down his length. “Just one stroke. Just one isn’t really fucking.”
“That’s right baby. Only one stroke doesn’t count.” He pulls me tight against him, sealing us together.
He felt good behind me, but this position feels a thousand times hotter. Or maybe that’s the fantasy doing it, playing at cheating on my husband. I rock on his cock, but he doesn’t let me put any distance between us. When I whimper, Derek leans back against the couch, reclining until my tits are in his face. “It’s still only one stroke as long as I don’t leave you.” He grinds me down on him, drawing forth another whimper. “And why would I want to leave this hot, tight pussy? You’re so wet, Emma. Just for me.”
I dig my fingers into his hair and pull his head to my breasts. “I’m so close to coming. This is so wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
He keeps pulsing up into me, grinding me on his cock, against his stomach. It’s so fucking filthy, a complete violation of the rules we just created. “It’s only one stroke, Emma. Just one little stroke. It hardly counts.” He sucks hard on one nipple, making me whimper. “But, fuck, I could come from this stroke alone.”
I’m so close, I’m panting. “You can’t, Derek. If you come inside me, he’ll know. He’ll catch us.”
“It’s okay, baby.” He nips the underside of my breast and soothes it with his tongue. “If I come inside you, I’ll lick that pussy clean. I promise. He’ll never know that you were out here, riding my cock, taking me so fucking deep, using me like your own personal sex toy.”
It’s too much. I come hard, writhing on his cock, moaning and whimpering and forgetting entirely that we’re supposed to be quiet. Derek keeps me sealed to him, something like wonder flickering across his expression. “Fuck, Emma. You’re perfection.”
I feel loose and downright punch-drunk. I roll my hips, working myself on his cock as much as he’ll allow. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. We need to stop.”
“Too late, Emma. Too fucking late. You’ve let me inside and I’ve spent seven long years thinking about how I’d fuck you if given a chance.” His hands tighten on my hips. “Do you really want me to stop?” A devastating grin spreads across his mouth. “Or do you want me to fuck you properly?”
There’s only ever been one answer to that question, and it’s the one I give him now. “Don’t stop.”
He loops an arm around my waist and turns, laying me down on the couch. I half expect him to cover me with his body, but Derek stays kneeling between my spread legs. He pushes my thighs up and wide and thrusts slowly into me. “I couldn’t see properly before.”
I prop myself up on my elbows as best I can and watch his cock disappear into me, captivated by the sight. “You feel so good,” I gasp.
“Looks just as good.” He pulls halfway out and delivers a series of shallow thrusts that have me fighting not to close my eyes. “You like the sight of my cock in your pussy, Emma? Spreading you so fucking wide and you just take it, don’t you? You’re greedy for it.”
“Yes.” I moan, cupping my breasts and plucking at my nipples. He promised to fuck me properly, but he’s teasing and it’s driving me crazy. “Hurry. He might wake up.”
“Fuck no, I’m not rushing this.” He sinks into me to the hilt and then starts his slow retreat. “Look down, Emma. That’s not your husband’s cock that’s wet with your orgasm. It’s not Grayson’s cock inside you right now, making you feel so good. It’s not his cock that you’re practically begging for.”
His words are dirty and a little mean and I eat them up. I flop back onto the couch and run my hands up his arms and over his chest. “You’re right. It’s not his cock spreading me so wide right now.” I skate my fingers down his stomach. “It’s yours.” I finally, finally, look up into his eyes. He’s looking at me like he never wants this to end, like he’s as caught up in the whole thing as I am. I lick my lips. “Fuck me hard, Derek. Make me come so hard, I have to muffle my screams or I’ll wake him up and he’ll come in here and see you fucking me with that giant cock of yours.”
He loops his arms under my thighs, holding me open for him even as he leans down and presses his big body against mine. Derek kisses me as he keeps up that slow, thorough fucking. He leaves my mouth and kisses along my jaw and lowers his voice. “Do you remember that trip three years ago?”
Instantly, I know what he’s talking about.
Another holiday vacation, another destination. This one was in the Caribbean, a massive suite that Grayson had insisted on because there was no reason for us and Derek to have separate hotel rooms. I draw in a shuddering breath and kiss his shoulder, his neck. “You went to bed early.” I moan as he thrusts deep and grinds into me, the angle rubbing against my G-spot. “Grayson and I had a few more drinks.”
“You did more than that.” Derek’s picking up his pace slowly, working that spot inside me with each swivel of his hips. “I came out for some water and there you were on the couch. He had your top shoved up and was worshiping those perfect breasts of yours.” He nips my earlobe. “And then he pulled off your skirt and ate that pretty pussy.”
I go still. “You were watching that long?” I’d seen him, but not until later, and then only a glimpse. I thought he’d walked in and almost instantly retreated. That was hot on its own. But what he’s describing? “I didn’t see you.”
“No shit you didn’t see me.” He chuckles against my skin and bends down to kiss along the upper curves of my right breast. “You were too busy riding your husband’s mouth. Digging your hands into his hair and rubbing your pussy all over his face like the wanton thing you are.”
I remember. It’d been so dirty to have Grayson going down on me when Derek could walk in on us at any time. I hadn’t tried to be quiet. “And then I pushed him down onto the floor and rode his cock.” That was when I’d looked up and saw Derek standing in the shadows of the hallway, watching us hungrily. I hadn’t tried to cover myself, hadn’t even thought of stopping. I’d just kept fucking Grayson until I’d come again. By the time we finished, Derek was nowhere to be seen and part of me had decided to pretend that I’d imagined it.
“After seeing that, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about how good you looked, how hot it was to watch you.” He kisses me again and leverages himself up, his gaze raking down my body. “I went out to the living room again later, half hoping you were doing some of your late night reading.”