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?”
He’s staring intently at what I’m doing, his body one long line of tension. “It’s about to be.”
I dip his cock inside me, just the tiniest bit, and then guide him back up to my clit. I’m toying with him, trying to snap his leash. From the slight shake as he holds himself back, I’m close to my goal. I circle my clit with the head of his cock. “Grayson fucks me so deep, Derek. So deep and so good. You think you can fuck me better?” Oh god, what am I saying? I don’t know, but I can’t stop. “You think you can make me come all over this massive cock of yours?”
“Baby, I’m willing to bet on it.” He knocks my hand away and fists his cock, resuming the motions I started, dragging himself over me. But he’s moving faster, the touch harsher. He notches his cock at my entrance. “It’s not really about how good he fucks, is it, Emma? You’re insatiable. You want to be bad, and it’s my cock that gives you that. The one you shouldn’t want, the one you’re practically panting for.” He pushes into me slowly, stopping with just his head inside me. “So, yeah, this pussy is mine. At least for now.”