Grayson laughs. “So we’re back to you being jealous.” He finishes his wine and sets the glass aside. Both Derek and I have most of our glasses left, but there’s a new tension in Grayson that wasn’t there before. I recognize it even before he looks at me. “You finished?”
There’s only one answer to that question, and I’m already nodding, my body flushing hot in anticipation. “Yes.” I set my glass aside and take his hand as he rises. He moves quickly, scooping me up and tossing me over his shoulder. My exhale whooshes out in a breathless laugh. “Grayson!”
“If you’ll excuse us, I’m going to go have fine sex with my gorgeous wife.”
“Well, fuck you, too.” Derek laughs. “Have fun, kids. I’ll be in my room with my hand to keep my company.”
I catch sight of him through the long fall of my blond hair as Grayson hauls me away, watching us with a visceral heat in his eyes. I can’t tell whose ass he’s most intent on, mine or my husband’s. In the end, it doesn’t matter. I’ve survived yet another conversation with him, yet another round of teasing that isn’t quite teasing.
Grayson carries me into our bedroom and drops me on the bed. I barely get my hair out of my face before his mouth is on mine. It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve done this, he kisses me like he might never get another chance. I’m already going for the front of his jeans, desperate to purge the uncomfortable thoughts, the forbidden desire that I have no business feeling. It doesn’t matter where it originates, only that I slake it with my husband.
Unfortunately, that reasoning feels flimsy at best. Especially when I’ve fantasized about Derek more times than I care to count.
Grayson breaks the kiss long enough to pull my sweater over my head. He huffs out a laugh. “No bra.”
I shake my head and grab his hand, pressing it to the apex of my thighs. “No panties, either.”
He curses and goes to his knees between my legs, kissing his way down my stomach. “Tell me the truth, Emma. You finger yourself while you read those dirty books, don’t you?”
He knows I do. He’s caught me more than once. I gasp out a breath as he dips down and kisses my pussy through my leggings. “They’re called one-handed reads for a reason.”
“Mmm.” He keeps kissing me there, until my leggings are soaked from his mouth and my desire. “I should send the author a thank-you note for always having my wife hot and ready for me.” He finally tugs down my pants slowly, trailing kisses and licks over every bit of exposed skin. “Tell me about the one you were reading today.”
Another of our games: playing out some of the dirtier scenes in my favorite books.
Except this time, I don’t want to tell him. I lace my fingers through his hair and tug him back up toward my clit. “Just eat my pussy. Please.”
He exhales against my clit, but he’s watching me with those dark blue eyes. “You’re dodging my question. Why?”
Because it’s too close to home, too close to speaking the forbidden. I give his hair another tug, but he doesn’t move. “Grayson, please.”
His brows draw together. I have half a second to brace and then he pushes to his feet and strips out of his clothes. Even as weirdly guilty as I feel, I catch my breath at the sight of him naked. Lean and strong and a big cock just for my pleasure. I reach for him, but he catches my hand and uses his hold to flip me onto my stomach. “What—”
His weight presses against my back, pinning me in place even as he wedges his legs between mine, spreading me. Grayson slides a hand down my stomach to stroke my clit. “Tell me.” He doesn’t give me a chance to deny him, sliding into me in a smooth move and kissing the back of my neck. He exhales against the damp spot and my toes curl. “Indulge me, Emma. Tell me about your book.”
I can’t deny him, not as he starts fucking me slowly. Not when he’s kissing that spot on my neck that turns me molten hot and mindless. Not with his fingers creating a delicious friction against my clit.
I gasp. “It’s a ménage.”
“Mmm.” He keeps up his sexy assault, and it’s hard to remember why I didn’t want to tell him this. “Two men?”
“Yes.” I moan, trying to arch back onto his cock, but he has me too effectively pinned. I am fully at his mercy, and he seems to be in no hurry. He grinds into me, rubbing my clit against his fingers with the movement of his hips, and words spill from my lips. “It’s a husband and wife…and his friend. The wife and the friend fuck, a lot.” I fist my hands into the comforter, my body shaking as he works me toward orgasm. “And there’s this scene…” I shouldn’t keep going, but I can’t stop. “Her husband fingers her under a blanket while the friend is in the room. I keep going back to it because it’s so hot. I touched myself to it today.”
He shifts up a little until his low voice is in my ear. “Do you want me to play with that pretty pussy while my friend is sitting in the same room?”
Yes, oh god, yes I do.
Chapter 2
I can’t catch my breath, can’t figure out what answer I should give. In the end, I can only tell the truth. “Maybe.” Maybe I do want Grayson to finger me under a blanket while Derek is in the room with us.
My husband keeps up that slow fucking. “It won’t work. If he thinks I’ve got my fingers inside you while he’s right there, he’ll take it as an invitation.” His voice goes lower yet. “Derek would rip off that blanket just so he could watch.”
I can’t believe he just said Derek’s name while he’s inside me. It doesn’t matter that he’s not saying it like that. It feels like he brought the other man into the bed with us.
I am not even remotely opposed to the idea, terrible though it is.
“Would you stop?” I whisper.
“No, baby. I wouldn’t stop until you come.” He shifts my legs wider and uses his hand to urge my hips up a little. The angle allows his cock to sink even deeper into me. “You’re so wet. I think you like the idea of him watching.”
I press my face to the comforter to avoid answering. It doesn’t seem to matter. My body is telling on me, because I do like the idea of Derek watching.
Grayson isn’t done, though. “Maybe I’m feeling generous. Maybe I’d let him have a little touch…A little taste.”
His words drive me over the edge. I come so hard I shriek, every muscle in my body going tight as pleasure cascades over me in waves, on and on, driven by the way Grayson fucks me, by the image he’s created.
He follows me over the edge, holding me close. He rolls us onto our sides, his cock still inside me, and presses another kiss to the back of my neck. “You like that idea.”
I can’t tell what he’s thinking with him behind me. His tone is dry, but it’s always dry. Even after seven years of marriage, I sometimes need facial expression cues to know if he’s being serious or joking. I try for a laugh, but it comes out forced. “I like you fucking me. You always make me come.”
“Mmm.” He trails his fingers up my stomach, making me squirm…and then moan when I feel him hardening again.