I don’t know why losing the suit suddenly makes me feel a thousand times more exposed. All I know is that I need to fuck Derek and I need it now. “Please.”
Derek loosens his grip enough that I can start riding him. Fucking in a hot tub is honestly less than ideal, but I can’t seem to bring myself to care. Not when it feels so dirty to have Grayson watching my breasts rise and fall out of the water with each stroke. He narrows his eyes. “Up.”
I barely comprehend the order, but Derek is already obeying, lifting me and rising to sit on the edge of the tub. I wince at the slap of cold air, but he’s already urging me to keep sliding up and down his cock. I lean back against him and look at my husband. “I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” He crosses to us, his face level with where Derek’s cock spreads my pussy. Grayson runs his hands up my thighs. “No, you’re not,” he repeats. And then his mouth is on my pussy. I watch him lick my clit and then Derek lifts me enough that Grayson can get to the base of his cock, which he gives the same treatment with his mouth.
“Oh my god.”
“Come on his cock like a good little slut.” Grayson reaches between Derek’s thighs and I know without a shadow of a doubt that he’s cupping his best friend’s balls, that he’s stroking his perineum. “Better hurry before I make him come.” And then his mouth is on me again.
I stop trying to ride Derek’s. Instead, I dig my fingers into my husband’s hair and grind down on Derek’s cock. “Oh fuck.”
Derek cups my breasts even as kisses that spot on my neck that drives me crazy. “I love how much you love watching my cock in your wife’s pussy, Grayson. Almost as much as I love sucking your cock.” He lowers his voice. “Do you think you can give this up, Emma? Or do you think that the next time we’re alone you’re going to be rubbing that pretty pussy all over me?”
Grayson laughs against my clit. “As if you won’t have your hand up her skirt the second you get a chance. Have her sit in your lap the way you are now and pretend like you don’t have your cock inside her. Pretend like she’s not taking you deep while we chat.” He looks up at me. “Hopefully, you can last longer than you did today, baby. Or will you give up all pretense and ride him right in front of me?”
I come. I can’t help it. No matter how much I want to hold out, to keep this going on forever, my body has other ideas. I barely finish the last wave when Derek pulls me off his cock and I watch Grayson suck him down. Derek curses as he orgasms, and my husband swallows him while holding my gaze.
I’m not a particularly religious person, but this feels like heaven.
We end up back in the hot tub, letting the heat soak into our bodies once more. My bones have gone all melty and I curl up in the seat of the hot tub while Derek and Grayson pick up their conversation easily.
This is what it could be like.
I close my eyes and finally let the thought settle in. This thing with Derek doesn’t feel like a normal fantasy game I play with Grayson. It hasn’t from the start. He’s not a stranger we picked up at the bar, though that’s one line we haven’t crossed because Grayson decided long ago that it’s not safe enough. He’s not some person who’s a stand-in for our lusts, who will walk out the door at the end of this, never to be seen again. He’s our friend.
Derek’s words from earlier echo through my head. Even if he and Grayson never consummated their attraction until now, they are more than friends. They’ve always been more than friends. They’ve always wanted each other, even if the timing was never quite right. They’ve always loved each other.
What if the timing is right now?
I try to look at it from all angles, but I’m tired and the men’s easy conversation soothes me until it’s hard to focus. I don’t know how it would work for us to try. I don’t know if all the relationships would survive the attempt. I honestly don’t know much beyond a single truth: it will hurt all three of us to walk out of this cabin and pretend we never crossed these lines.Chapter 13“Emma.” Grayson’s voice has a fondness that suggests he’s said my name a few times. I open my eyes just as he catches my hand and tugs me up. “Let’s go inside.”
I’m so distracted by my thoughts, I barely register what we’re doing until Grayson leads me into our bathroom and turns on the shower. I glance back at the door and frown. “Derek?”