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.
Despite myself, I get caught up in the story. It’s just so good. Sexy and angsty and full of my kind of reading crack.
“Good book?”
I jump and nearly startle off the couch. “Derek! You surprised me.”
He walks into the kitchen and pulls a glass out of the cabinet. “Sorry. I couldn’t sleep.” He motions to the glass. “Want a drink?”
“Sure.” I watch him pour two glasses of whiskey and arch my brows. “That’ll make you sleep.”