“Your hard cock says otherwise.” He tugs my hair again. It doesn’t hurt. In fact, the sensation has me fighting back a moan. Grayson cups one of my breasts with his free hand. “I’ve seen the way you look at her, too, Derek. The way you’re looking at her right now.” He rubs his thumb over my nipple through the swimsuit. “If I wasn’t here, you’d have your mouth all over her.”
“She’s your wife, man.” He’s not exactly protesting, falling easily into the roles Grayson has us playing. Except they aren’t really roles, are they? The best friend and the wife. The wife and the best friend. That’s what we are. That’s all we’re supposed to be.
“My wife wants to flash her pussy at you.” He moves, hauling me up to sit on the edge of the hot tub and spreading my legs. Grayson runs his hand up my thigh and drags his thumb down the little triangle covering me. The one where we can all clearly see the shadow of my slit. “Fuck, she’s not even pretending it’s not true.”
“Grayson—”
He gives me a forbidding look. “Not another word out of you.” He pulls me back into the hot tub and nudges me back into the seat I originally occupied. “Sit there and think about what you’ve done.”
“What have I done?”
His lifts his brows. “You’ve got Derek so turned on, he can’t think straight. And my cock is hard and in need of fucking, but I’m hardly going to reward you for bad behavior. Am I, Emma?”
I clench my thighs together. “No?”
“That’s right. No.” He jerks his chin at me. “Hands on the side of the hot tub. You manage to be good until we’re finished and I’ll let Derek play with you.”
I’m already nodding. “I can be good. I promise.”
“Evidence suggests otherwise.” He waits for me to put my hands where he could see them and then turns to Derek. They look at each other for a long moment, and then both seem to move at once. They meet in the middle of the hot tub, crashing together hard enough to send a wave of water splashing me. Grayson digs his hands into Derek’s hair as he takes his mouth and Derek’s hand is already moving below the water, obviously wrapped around my husband’s cock.
Oh god.
I cross my legs hard, but it does nothing to relent the heat building inside me. If I could just touch myself…But I promised to be good.
To be good while they make out, their chests rubbing on each other, their hands moving below the water. I can’t fucking see and it is both agony and a decadent tease. Derek pulls back and urges Grayson up, until my husband stands before him, his cock right at face level. He looks magnificent, water dripping down his fit body and his cock hard and long. Derek doesn’t hesitate. He takes Grayson into his mouth and sucks him down, down, down, until his lips meet his hilt.
I moan. I can’t help it.
Grayson looks at me as he digs his hands into Derek’s hair. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
Derek makes a sound of asset and then my husband is moving, fucking his best friend’s mouth in long, brutal strokes. He looks fearsome and sexy as hell and I might come just from watching them alone. My body is one coiled line of tension, begging for some kind of release. It’s so, so good and so bad, all at the same time. Derek takes everything he gives, the bliss on his rugged face just as sexy as the glare on Grayson’s. It goes on and on and on, until I’m whimpering and writhing along with them. When Grayson finally comes, he does it with a rough curse, pumping into Derek’s mouth as Derek swallows him down.
They break apart, all three of us breathing hard. Grayson sinks back down to his seat and waves a lazy hand in my direction. “Help yourself, Derek. I’d say you earned it.”Chapter 12Derek doesn’t hesitate. He grabs me around the waist and lifts me, turning so I straddle him. He kisses my breasts, starting on the bared curves and working his way to where my swimsuit is already cold against my skin. Maybe that’s why his tongue feels so devastatingly hot when he sucks my nipples through the wet fabric. I dig my hands into his hair and arch my back. “More.”
Derek grips my ass with his big hands, pulling me down against his hard cock. And then his mouth is on mine. I taste the saltiness of Grayson on his tongue and that makes me moan as much as the feeling of Derek’s hard length pressing against me.
He lifts me up to set me on the edge of the hot tub next to Grayson and then delves a hand between my thighs, dipping beneath my suit to stroke me. “She’s so fucking wet, Grayson.”