I search his face, but there’s none of the recrimination I probably deserve. “If that’s okay.”
Grayson laughs. “Emma, if you think I’m not going to jack myself to the sound of you fucking out of sight, you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” He gives a surprisingly happy grin. “Anything for you, baby.” He crooks his fingers at me. “But if you want penance, you can suck my cock right now before you go play with him. Finish me off.”Chapter 6Derek tightens his grip on me and, for a moment, I worry—hope—that he’ll keep fucking me despite Grayson’s command. But he only gives one last hard thrust and pulls out of me. “Go.”
I slide off the couch and crawl to my husband. We don’t really do much in the way of formal kink, but I can tell he likes it by the way his eyes light up. I stop when I reach him and slide between his thighs. “Did you like watching that?”
“You’re asking a question you already know the answer to.” He releases his cock as I reach for it. “The real question is do you want me to catch you two while you’re playing out the next fantasy?”
I smile up at him, suddenly so happy I can barely breathe past it. “Now who’s asking a question they already know the answer to?”
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.”