My husband is the one to break the kiss. “I want to feel you inside her while I’m fucking her deep.”
I open my mouth to suggest they just fuck without me in between, but Derek is already nodding. “Yes. I want that.”
Grayson pulls out of me. He lifts me easily, turns me, and pushes me down to straddle Derek. “Fuck him slow, Emma. I’ll be right back.”
We both listen to his footsteps retreat into the bedroom. I lean back enough to give Derek a long look. “You know—”
“No.”
“You don’t even know what I’m about to say.” They have even more pent-up lust than Derek and I do. Why the hell are they both fighting this so hard?
He fists his cock and holds my hip as he eases into me. I whimper a little. If I survive this thirty-six hours, I’m going to be sore as hell. I don’t care. I don’t want to stop. I rock a little. “Derek—”
“Emma, I am your friend and I’m going to fuck you until we’re both unconscious and then fuck you again until our time’s up, so understand that I’m saying this with love.” He drags me down his cock. “Mind your own goddamn business.”
“Mmm.” I can hear Grayson moving around in our room. “And it’s not my business that my husband’s going to fuck my ass while you fuck my pussy so you can feel each other inside me?”
Derek gives me a smirk that’s almost convincing. “Baby, you’re focusing on the wrong part of what happens next.” He bounces me on his cock. “You’re already filled up with me. How much more do you think you’re going to be filled when his giant cock is in your ass? Do you think you can take it?”
“She had damn well better.” Grayson walks back into the living room naked, a bottle of lube in his hand. He gives us a long look. “My little slut of a wife needs more than one cock to keep her happy right now, so that’s what she gets.”
I shiver on Derek’s dick and look over my shoulder at my husband. “I love you.”
“And yet no doubt the next time I turn around, Derek’s going to have his tongue in your pussy.”
“Guilty.” Derek laughs.
Grayson snorts. “That’s what I thought.” He smooths a hand up my back, urging us both down until Derek’s slouched against the back of the couch. My breasts press against his chest and we look at each other for a long moment. It seems the most natural thing to kiss him, to tell him without words how much I’m enjoying this, enjoying him.
Then my husband spreads lube over my ass and his cock is there. He doesn’t give me much time to prepare, just eases the head into me. I break my kiss and gasp. Derek looks at my face and then over my shoulder at Grayson. “Go slower.”
“She can take it. Emma loves anal.”
It’s the truth, but it’s a whole different feeling to have him pressing slowly into me when I’m already filled up with another massive cock. I tense before I can help it. “Hold on.”
“Relax, baby.” Grayson doesn’t push any farther inside me but his chest brushes my back as he moves my hair out of the way and starts kissing the back of my neck. Just like that, I relax again and rock back into him. He chuckles against my skin. “That’s right. That feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.” I shift again, and Derek clamps down on my hips, holding me still. I make a sound of protest but then his mouth is on the front of my neck. It feels so freaking good. I melt between them and Grayson works his cock the rest of the way inside me.
He curses long and hard. “Fuck, baby, you’re tight as hell with him inside you.”
I move my hips as much as I can and moan. “You both feel so big.” It’s almost too much, but I don’t want to stop. I don’t ever want to stop.
The thought is almost enough to drive back my desire. There’s a deadline on this, no matter how good it feels now. A Christmas fling is something entirely different than fucking Derek on the side. The latter is messy as hell, and I value my relationship with Grayson too much to even suggest it.
But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy the hell out of his cock in the meantime.
“You feel me?”
For a second, I think my husband is talking to me, but Derek answers before I can find the words. “Yeah,” he grits out. “I feel you.”
Grayson withdraws a little and thrusts, and we all moan. He braces one knee on the couch on the outside of mine and bears down, forcing me closer to Derek, forcing his cock deeper yet. I whimper and then moan, writhing on their cocks as Grayson leans over my shoulder and kisses Derek again. Their hands are everywhere, touching each other, pulling each other closer, which drives them deeper inside me. I am merely the vessel for their lust and, fuck, it’s so hot I can barely stand it. I moan and roll my hips as much as I can, chasing the building pressure deep inside me.
Derek and Grayson start fucking me in short thrusts, as if they can’t stand the idea of moving far enough from each other that they’d have to stop kissing. I’m so close, but I can’t get there. I’m sobbing and trying to move, but they have me too effectively wrapped up. I’m helpless to do anything but take it.
And then Grayson slips his hand between my and Derek’s body and strokes my clit. He keeps kissing Derek and touching me and they’re so impossibly deep that I completely lose it. I bury my face in Derek’s neck and sob as I come harder than I could have thought possible.
They don’t stop.
In fact, they slow down, like they want this to last as long as it possibly can, like the second they orgasm, they have to go back to pretending they’re only making out because I’m between them. Right then and there, I dazedly decide to make a gift of Derek to my husband.
It’s Christmas, after all. There are no rules when it’s Christmas.
Chapter 9
I can’t stop shaking, so over-sensitized that the feeling of them inside me is almost too much. And they just keep fucking. Finally, just when I’m on the verge of begging, Derek moans into Grayson’s mouth and fucks up hard into me. I didn’t think I could come again. I truly didn’t. But the force of his orgasm sets Grayson moving, fucking my ass roughly as Derek pumps into me, and my body spasms, forcing shrieks from my lips. Grayson pulls out at last moment and comes across my ass and back, and then he collapses on the couch next to us. “Fuck.”
“Fuck’s about right.” Derek laughs a little, but it sounds forced as hell. Especially when I catch him stroking Grayson’s arm with his knuckles. A touch that might be accidental, but I don’t think so. That, more than anything, gives me the strength to speak. “I want us all in bed together tonight.”
Derek tenses, but I keep going. “Thirty-six hours, Derek. Tell me you don’t want the option of waking up with my mouth around your cock. Or even just slipping inside me while we’re still mostly asleep.” I lean up and kiss him, tasting my husband on his lips. “Please. Please say yes.”
He sighs in a way that’s almost resigned. “Yes.”
It takes a little while to get there. We shower off the mess from our fucking and Derek retreats to his bedroom to grab an extra pillow. The king sized bed is plenty big enough for three, and I’m not even remotely surprised when they put me between them. I expect to take a while to fall asleep, but I drift off almost immediately, cradled between the warmth of Derek and Grayson’s bodies.