“Keep the suit on.” My husband watches us with hot eyes. “That’s the rule.”
“Mmm.” Derek moves back enough that I get a good look at him. I don’t know why him being wet makes him even sexier than normal, but it does. His thick body glistens with droplets of water that I want to lick off. He doesn’t give me a chance. Instead, he fists his massive cock and rubs it over my pussy. “Tug your suit to the side, baby. Let me see that pussy you keep teasing us with.”
Grayson snorts. “Hardly keeping with the spirit of the agreement.”
I’m already moving to obey, spreading my thighs wider and tugging my suit to the side. It doesn’t matter that it’s still snowing, that it’s cold as fuck outside, because I feel like I’m burning up. Derek doesn’t seem to have an issue, either. Not as he holds Grayson’s gaze and eases his cock inside me. When my husband doesn’t protest, he grabs my hips and yanks me onto his length. I catch myself on the edge of the hot tub but it’s Derek’s strength that holds me up as he begins to fuck me. If I let go, we’ll both end up under water, so I’m helpless to do anything but take each thrust. To hold perfectly still as he nuzzles my top aside and lavishes attention on first one breast and the other, all while his cock is impossibly deep inside me.
“You’re not even pretending you’re not fucking my wife right in front of me.” Grayson shakes his head, feigning disappointment.
“Sorry. Fuck, sorry.” Derek pulls out of me and turns me around, moving me as easily as if I was a doll. Then he’s inside me again from behind. He moves us back to his seat and sits down with me still impaled on his cock. “I’ll stop fucking her.” He readjusts my top, though he doesn’t stop playing with my breasts. It doesn’t matter that Grayson just saw him shove his cock inside me. We’re playing a game again, a game of we shouldn’t.
We pretend we’re all sitting here, having a normal conversation, even if my sitting in Derek’s lap is hardly normal. We pretend that we’re being good. Being just friends. We certainly pretend that Derek hasn’t wedged his giant cock into me while my husband sits a few feet away.
“Don’t move.” Derek murmurs in my ear. “You wouldn’t want him to know I’m still balls deep in your tight little pussy, would you?” He bands on arm around my waist, sealing us together tightly. “If he finds out what we’re doing, we have to stop, and you don’t want to stop, do you, Emma? You want me to keep fucking you slow and subtle. He’ll never have to know.”
If anything, Grayson’s brow inches higher. “Everything okay, Emma? You look a little flushed.”
I lick my lips. I search for words, but Derek chooses that moment to thrust up into me, ever so slightly. “I’m good,” I moan.
“Baby, you’re a terrible liar.” Derek’s barely speaking above a whisper. His free hand slides down my stomach to stroke my clit. “You better get your game face on or he’s going to realize you’re about to come all over my cock. What a little slut you are, Emma. Fucking me while your husband is right there.” Even though he’s speaking softly, there’s no way Grayson can’t hear. From how intensely he stares at us, like he might slip his leash at any moment, he can hear perfectly.
I feel like I’m melting. I cup my breasts, playing with my nipples even as Derek keeps up that slow stroking of my clit. I was already close before we started. Now I feel like I might die from pleasure. I try to shift my hips, but Derek keeps us sealed together. I huff a breath. “I’m just trying to get comfortable.”
“Sure you are, baby.” Derek keeps stroking my clit. “You’re not shifting because your greedy pussy needs to be fucked hard. I can’t give it to you. Not right now. Not with him watching.” He does another of those tiny thrusts. “You’ll have to be happy with this. It’ll have to be enough.”
“Don’t stop,” I whisper.
He doesn’t. He keeps fucking me in those tiny thrusts that nevertheless send little ripples away from our bodies to where Grayson sits. My husband turns to look out over our view. “It’s a good thing it’s snowing so hard.”
“What?”
“It’d be a shame if our vacation neighbors saw what a little slut my wife was. Trying to pretend she’s not riding my best friend’s cock right in front of me.” He tsks. “Derek take off that tease of a suit and fuck her properly. Now.”
Derek practically rips the top off me. He unties the bottoms and tosses them to join my top on the floor with a wet plop.