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Gifting Me To His Best Friend(9)
Author: Katee Robert

Grayson shakes his head, his lips curving. “Suck my cock, wife.”

“Yes, husband,” I whisper. I start to dip down, but then I feel Derek behind me.

He kneels at my back, his cock pressing against my ass, and gathers my hair away from my face. “Give him a show.”

I look up to find Grayson watching Derek with a look I can’t quite put into words. Because I can’t, I focus on the pleasurable task in front of me. Mainly, my husband’s cock. I suck him down, achingly aware of Derek at my back, his grip on my hair creating a sexy tugging motion with every stroke.

“Can she deep throat you?” Derek’s question surprises me enough that I slow.

Grayson gives that dry laugh, just a little strained around the edges from his pleasure. “Show him, Emma.”

Grayson’s long enough that we had to practice this. It was a fun game, and it’s even more fun now that he’s able to fuck my mouth without having to worry about my ability to take him as deep as he wants to go. I suck him down, relaxing my throat until my lips seal completely around him. I’m vaguely aware of Derek cursing softly, but I’m too focused on my task now, on making Grayson feel as good as he’s made me feel.

I’m too busy enjoying myself to try to make this quick, though it’d be a lost cause unless he’s onboard with the plan. My man has stamina for days. He won’t come until he’s damn well ready to. He’ll make me work for it, and I fucking love that.

I feel Derek move at my back, shifting back a little, and then his cock is pushing into me. I freeze, my gaze going up to find Grayson watching me. He flicks a look to Derek. “He’s inside you right now, isn’t he?” I make a noise of assent and Grayson’s expression goes white hot. “Fuck her hard, Derek. Don’t hold back.”

Derek moves my hair to one hand and his other to my hip, urging me back a little and up so I’m essentially on all fours, though my hands are on Grayson’s thighs instead of the floor. Then Derek starts fucking me. The first thrust shoves me forward onto Grayson’s cock and I almost gag in surprise.

“That won’t do,” Grayson murmurs. He moves me off him long enough to slide off the chair and onto his knees. And then he’s sliding between my lips, fucking my mouth the same way Derek is fucking my pussy.

I give myself over to them. It’s impossible for me to do more than take what they give me in this position, and I do it gladly. Derek’s one hand holds my hip in an almost bruising grip, but his other—Grayson slides his hands around my head, and I’m nearly certain that he laces his fingers with Derek’s in my hair.

Holy shit.

And then he’s coming, driving into my mouth in rough strokes, until I have no choice but to swallow him down. As if I had plans to do anything else. Derek pulls out of me at the last moment and comes on my ass in great spurts. I press my forehead to Grayson’s stomach, breathing hard, waiting for my heart to stop trying to race its way out of my chest.

They still haven’t let go of each other’s hand.

I have half a thought to wonder what they’re silently conveying to each other over my back. To wonder if this night is going to take a turn. Grayson seems to decide for all of us, disentangling himself and rising slowly to his feet. He leans down and takes my hand, giving me the support I need to stand. “Get dressed. If you’re going to play out the fantasy, do it right.”

For a second, I think he’s talking to me, but Derek makes a noise that could mean anything and stalks away, grabbing his pants and heading for his bedroom.

Grayson leads me to ours. I barely make it through the door before he’s closing it and yanking me into his arms. “That was so fucking hot.” He kisses me with something akin to desperation. “Fuck, I can’t believe how hot that was.” Grayson walks me backward and topples me onto our bed.

“I have come on me!”

“Good.” He pins me in place with a hand on my stomach and shoves two fingers into me. “Did his cock feel good inside you, Emma? He stretched you so fucking wide.” He pushes a third finger into me. “Too bad he got distracted and didn’t make you come.”

My whimper becomes a moan as he dips down and licks my clit. “You distracted him.”

“You get to play out your fantasy, baby.” He speaks against my pussy. “But I want to watch you suck his cock later. Fuck, I want to watch it all. It’s so fucking hot watching him fuck you.”

I don’t know what possesses me, but I can’t seem to stop spilling truths better left unsaid. “Even when he’s saying this pussy is his?”

Grayson arches his brows. “Emma, your pussy is yours.”

Something like disappointment sinks in my chest. “Oh.”

His lips curve. “Ah. Retract that statement.” He surges up my body, pinning me in place even as he keeps finger fucking me. “You gave this pussy to me when you said, ‘I do.’ Riding his cock a few times isn’t going to change that.” He twists his wrist and strokes my clit with his thumb. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to, Emma.”

“You.” I’m so close to coming, I’m almost sobbing. “It’s your pussy, Grayson.”

“That’s right.” He kisses me hard. “And it pleases me to watch my pussy be filled up with Derek’s cock. It pleases me to have my wife pretend to be a little slut who’s fucking my best friend behind my back.” He kisses my neck. “And maybe it will please me to catch you two in the act and punish you.” He laughs softly. “Or maybe, if you’re quiet, I’ll be sleeping too hard to hear the sound of you riding his cock in the living room. Maybe you’ll get away with it. No way to tell.”

I cling to him as I come so hard my body dissolves into shakes and whimpers. Grayson eases his fingers out of me, presses a kiss to my mouth, and then shifts down to press a thorough kiss to my pussy, as if trying to lick up every bit of orgasm.

Then he sits me up and smiles. “Take a quick shower and put on something that makes it feel real.” He kisses me one last time. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I shower quickly, keeping my hair pinned up so it won’t get wet, and after some consideration, put on one of Grayson’s knit sweaters and nothing else. I walk out of the bathroom to find that he’s changed the bedding and is now reading propped up against the headboard. I hold out my arms. “What do you think?”

“Perfect.” He tosses my e-reader onto the foot of the bed. “I’m turning in early, baby. Why don’t you go read out in the living room until you get tired enough to join me?”

So we’re starting now. Even knowing this is playing out a fantasy, it feels so real. How many times over the years have we had a variation of this same conversation? Countless. I often stay up late reading, especially on weekends and vacation. Even vacations where we have Derek accompanying us.

I scoop up the device and come around to give him a quick kiss. “Sleep well, Grayson. I’ll be quiet when I come back in.”

“Don’t worry about it. You know how heavy I sleep.” He smiles against my lips. “Take your time.”

I half expect to find Derek in the living room already, but it’s as empty as it would normally be if this was any other night. I throw another log on the fire and cuddle up on the couch, though it’s impossible to focus on my dirty book when I was just fucking on this couch. But I try, and when Derek doesn’t appear in the next few minutes, I take a deep breath and start to read.

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