“That’s not fair.” I’m bracing myself on the couch on either side of him now, trying to lift my hips to ride his fingers, to drive him deeper.
Derek bands his free arm around my waist and pins me down. “So fucking shameless. You’d ride my hand to orgasm right in front of him, wouldn’t you?”
His words feed something dark and hungry inside me. This is just a game. We have permission. But he’s right; it doesn’t make this feel any less wrong. Deliciously wrong.
“Maybe we should stop.” But as I say it, I take my hands off the couch and stroke them over his arm. I’m touching Derek. “In…just a minute.”
He withdraws his fingers. I have half a second to make a protesting noise and then Derek topples me onto the couch. The couch is wide enough for him to lie partially at my side and he wedges himself between me and the back of it.
Just like that, we’re kissably close, and this feels a whole lot more intimate than just sitting on his lap. His gaze drops to my lips. I half expect him to ask permission, but we’ve blown past that several times today already.
Derek kisses me like he has every right to. No hesitation. No reluctance. He takes my mouth like it was his all along, cupping my jaw to angle my head exactly where he wants it so he can plunge deep. He tastes like whiskey, and I’m suddenly afraid that I’m going to get drunk off him.
I shouldn’t be too eager. I should display some reluctance. But then, I’ve never been that skilled at being good, not when I can be bad.
I kiss him back with all the pent-up longing I haven’t allowed myself to feel. He’s nothing like Grayson. My husband is controlled in everything he does, even being wild. His kisses reflect that. Derek’s is consuming in a way I don’t know if I’ll survive. Like he’s snapped his leash and he’s not going to stop until he’s exhausted, which will take a hell of a long time.
I can’t wait.
Chapter 5
Derek finally leans back, and we’re both panting as we stare at each other. His eyes contain something that’s almost like amazement. “The things I’m going to do to you, Emma.”
“Do them,” I whisper.
“I don’t know if thirty-six hours is enough.” He shakes his head, looking dazed. “It’ll have to be.” As if the deadline spurs him on, he kisses me again and snakes his hand down my stomach to slide into my panties again. This time, he’s not teasing. He tries a few different motions out of stroking my clit before he finds the one I like, a soft back and forth that will get me to the edge in no time. He keeps kissing me all the while, drawing my pleasure tighter and tighter, until I’m moaning and would be begging if his tongue wasn’t in my mouth.
Derek shifts down to kiss my jaw, using his touch to turn my face to the side. “Look at him, baby.” He murmurs. “You’re about to come on my fingers. Not his.”
I meet Grayson’s gaze as my orgasm takes me, catching a glimpse of something almost tormented before the pleasure becomes too great and I have to close my eyes. Derek draws it out, sending wave after wave coursing through my body until I feel positively boneless.
He moves, shifting back to kneel between my legs, and running his hands lightly over my body, following the path of the lingerie. “As much as I appreciate the wrapping, how the fuck do I get this off?”
Grayson answers before I can, his voice gone low and hungry. “It’s stretchy. Start at the top.”
Derek takes him at his word. He carefully fists the straps holding everything in place and tugs it down over my shoulders. The lingerie clings, and I half expect him to jerk it, but he moves methodically, easing it over my body inch by inch, freeing my breasts and then tugging it down my stomach and over my hips. A few seconds later, he’s got my legs free and I’m completely naked.
Somehow this feels a thousand times dirtier than wearing the extravagant lingerie. No one but Grayson has seen me like this, without a single bit of clothing and flushed from orgasm, in nearly a decade.
Derek smooths his hands up my legs. “Oh yeah, I like the present a lot, Grayson.” He reaches the tops of my thighs and parts my pussy with his thumbs. “So pretty and pink and wet just for me.” He licks his lips.
“I want your mouth.” I hardly sound like myself.
“One last order of business.” He doesn’t stop touching me, doesn’t stop exploring me with his thumbs as if he didn’t have his fingers inside me a few short minutes ago. “Grayson said you’re on birth control.”
I blink. I don’t know why, out of everything, it surprises me that my husband talked about my birth control with the man he wanted me to fuck. “Um, yes.”
“I’ve been tested recently.” His expression is painfully serious. “But if you’re not comfortable with me going bare, I won’t.”
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“She’s comfortable with it,” Grayson says.
eat flushes through my body at the idea of Derek’s cock inside me without a condom. “It’s reckless.” I reach down and hook the top of his lounge pants. “I’d have to be so reckless to let you fill me up.”
“That’s Emma’s way of saying she’s comfortable with it,” Grayson says drily.
Derek’s eyes darken as he watches me work his pants down his hips, making no move to help or hinder me. “Do you like the idea of going back to him while you’re all filled up with my come, baby?”
I have to pause because I can’t catch my breath. It’s like he’s tapping into my filthiest fantasies. “Sounds like you’re trying to make this pussy yours.”
Derek’s grin has my heart skipping a few beats. “For the next thirty-six hours, that’s exactly what it is. My pussy.” He braces one hand next to me and runs his other possessively over my body. Pussy, stomach, ribs, breasts, finally settling against my throat for the barest moment. “My Emma.”
I give his pants another shove, and he finally decides to help me, both of us engaging in a quick awkward shuffle that results in him naked. And holy shit. I prop myself up on my elbows so I can take him in, and Derek stays kneeling to let me look my fill.
He’s breathtaking. I’ve seen him plenty of times without his shirt, but seeing his thick torso leads into a thick cock framed by thick thighs… Perfection. He’s fucking perfect.
Grayson’s gifted in the cock area, too, but they’re shaped different. Derek’s dick has a curve that makes my whole body go tight. Or maybe I’m just going out of my mind at the idea of another cock inside me. At Derek’s cock inside me.
I reach up, distantly noting that my hand is shaking, and run it down his broad chest and rounded stomach. A simple touch, but one I’ve never allowed myself. Touching leads to other things, and that was always a place I’d never allow myself to go. Now it’s a nonissue; at least until the morning after Christmas.
I finally reach his cock and wrap my fist around him. Derek hisses out a breath, and I love that he’s enjoying my hands on him as much as I am. I give his cock a tug, towing him gently down toward me. He lowers slowly, letting me lead.
Wicked. This is so incredibly wicked. I drag his cock through my folds and up over my clit. “This is your pussy?”