I inhale sharply. “I wouldn’t be able to pretend I didn’t know you saw us if you had.”
“I know.” He cups my breasts together and lavishes them with his mouth. He’s still got my legs spread obscenely and it’s almost uncomfortable, but I don’t care because his cock is impossibly deep in this position and I love how his mouth feels on my nipples. “I wouldn’t have said a single damn thing.”
Another orgasm is bearing down on me, so powerful I can barely speak. “No?”
“No. I would have knelt in the exact same position Grayson did.” His voice has gone as hard and rough as his fucking. “Just flipped up that skirt and kissed that pussy hello. And after you came all over my face, I’d be fucking you. Just. Like. This.” He bites my breast, just hard enough to hurt, hard enough to make me moan, loud and long. “So deep in that pussy, aren’t I, Emma?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Let me fill you up.” He barely sounds like himself. “Let me pump you full of my come, baby. I promise he’ll never know.” Derek thrusts into me hard. “I like the idea of you going back to him with me dripping down your thighs. A reminder that you might be married to him, but this pussy belongs to me.”
Grayson’s voice sounds from far too close. “I hardly think so.”
Chapter 8
We both freeze. I look over, my heart in my throat, to find Grayson standing on the other side of the coffee table, watching us. “I can explain.” I push at Derek, but he doesn’t move, his cock still half inside me.
Grayson arches his brows. “By all means. Don’t stop on my account. My best friend is balls deep in my wife while I was in the next room. If you’re that fucking shameless, you’re shameless enough to keep going.”
“Grayson—”
But Derek has a strange look in his eye. Just like before. Almost as if he’s angry. “She was feeling needy. I took care of her. Simple as that.”
“Simple as that.” Grayson narrows his eyes and rounds the coffee table in slow, measured steps. I watch him, my heart beating so fast I feel light-headed. He looks furious, so furious this might be real if not for the hard-on pressing against the front of his pants.
“Yeah, simple as that.” Derek lifts himself a little, which sinks his cock deeper into me. “And maybe she was craving my cock.”
“Your cock. Your come.” Grayson finally looks at me, his gaze lingering where Derek’s cock spears me, moving up over my stomach to where my breasts are reddened from his mouth and beard, finally settling on my face. “You want my best friend’s come, wife?” He doesn’t wait for me to formulate an answer. “Then you’d best take it.”
Grayson moves, quick as a snake, and wraps his hand around Derek’s cock, forcing the other man out of me. I gasp and Derek groans, and we both watch Grayson jack him in shock. My husband is as intimidating as I’ve ever seen him, blue eyes stormy, his jaw clenched. “But that’s my pussy, and I’m the only one who comes in it. You have to earn that privilege, Derek, and you sure as shit won’t do it by fucking my wife behind my back.”
Derek is gasping like he’s running a marathon, his gaze glued to Grayson’s fist around his cock. And then he groans, low and sexy, and he’s coming. Grayson points his cock at my pussy, directing his come in spurts across my heated flesh. I flinch at the feeling, but I can’t help spreading my thighs even wider, nearly whimpering by how dirty this is.
Grayson shoves Derek back onto the couch and the other man allows himself to sprawl there, shock still written across his features. My husband drives two fingers into me. “You want his come, Emma? You’re so desperate for another man, for my best fucking friend, that you’re out here like a little slut, taking his cock deep? I’ll give you his come.” He withdraws and drags his fingers through Derek’s come, shoving them deep again. Again and again, until he’s driven nearly every bit inside me.
I can’t stop shaking. I’m trying to hold still, but I can’t help lifting my hips in invitation every time he touches me. “Please.”
“Please what?” He palms my pussy, smearing his hand through the stickiness left over. “You go through all that effort to fuck someone else and he doesn’t give it to you right?” He looks at Derek and laughs harshly. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you how it’s done.”
Grayson and I have played countless games over the years. I have never, ever seen him like this. Almost cruel in the sexiest way possible. He flicks a look at me and raises his brows. “Well, Emma? You need this cock?”
“Yes.” I reach for his pants with shaking hands. “Yes, I need your cock. Please. Right now.”
“That’s right, baby. You don’t have to go anywhere else to get what you need, do you?” He stands up and steps out of his pants. I lick my lips at the sight of his cock, as if I didn’t have him down my throat earlier tonight. Grayson scoops his arm under my waist and practically drops me on top of Derek. We both freeze, but my husband doesn’t hesitate to grab my hips and sink inside me. For all the filthy talk of Derek’s massive cock, Grayson is just as big, and he knows how to hit all the right places, exactly what it takes to get me off.
He’s fucking me on top of Derek.
Grayson braces one hand on either side of my hips—on either side of Derek’s hips—and shoots his best friend a dark look. “If you’re going to be here, do something useful. Play with her tits.”
I feel Derek’s breath shudder out and then he’s cupping my breasts in his big hands. Grayson finds the angle I love the most and begins fucking me in short, brutal strokes. Another sharp look at Derek. “One hand on her clit. Short, gentle vertical strokes. Don’t deviate.”
Holy shit.
Derek hesitates and then reaches down to stroke my clit exactly as Grayson commands, the motion designed to send me to the moon. Within a few minutes of their combined efforts, my toes are curling and I’m fighting to stay still. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” Grayson’s lips curve. “Now come for me, Emma.”
Another stroke, a second, and then I’m coming so hard I scream and Grayson has to use his body to hold me down. He keeps pumping slowly, toying with my pleasure. I become aware of several things in waves. Derek’s hard cock pressed against my ass. Derek’s hands on my body, but also touching Grayson. Their faces very, very close together over my shoulder.
I shift a little to the side and look. Grayson’s mouth is so close to Derek’s that their rough breathing mingles. They’re staring at each other like they’ve never seen the other before. Like they haven’t been giving long looks when they thought the other wasn’t paying attention since I’ve known them…likely longer than that.
“Do it,” I whisper.
My husband kisses Derek. The sight of it takes my breath away. They’re both so fucking powerful, and they’re wrestling with that power with me between them. Tongues and teeth and a kiss that’s just shy of vicious.
Grayson starts moving inside me again, continuing to fuck me while he has his tongue down Derek’s throat, while his hands are moving behind me on the other man’s body. Derek starts thrusting against my ass, reaching up to pull Grayson closer.