Derek backs me up to the bed and we tumble onto the mattress in a mass of questing hands and needy bodies. And still we don’t stop kissing. I let the worries about after slide away as he rolls onto his back and takes me with him, until I’m straddling his wide stomach.
Distantly, I can hear Grayson walking into the bathroom, but Derek grips my ass and rocks me against his stomach and I can’t focus. I moan against his mouth and try to get closer.
The mattress dips as my husband joins us, moving to kneel behind me. His lips coast a path down my spine, and he nips my ass before his touch disappears and Derek jerks. I know even without looking that Grayson has his mouth around Derek’s cock. As tempting as it is to sit up and look back so I can watch, this is a seduction. If things go well, I’ll have countless opportunities of watching these two men together. For now, I’ll have to be a little less greedy.
Except it doesn’t feel less greedy as I writhe in Derek’s strong arms. It feels like heaven.
Grayson grabs my hips and pulls me back. It breaks the contact of our kiss and I whimper in protest. My husband hooks me around the waist and urges me up until my back presses to his chest. Grayson cups my breasts and Derek arches up to capture first one nipple and then the other. I’m bracketed in by these two and I’ve never felt safer than I do in this moment.
“Are you feeling needy, wife?” Grayson shifts one hand to grip Derek’s hair, holding his face against my breasts. “Are you craving Derek’s big cock in your pretty pussy?”
“Yes,” I gasp. “Please.”
“And you, Derek?” His voice goes lower and rougher. “Are you feeling empty, too?”
Derek lifts his head and looks over my shoulder to meet Grayson’s gaze. “Fuck yes.”
“Good.” My husband urges me back a little more and then reaches down to wrap a fist around Derek’s cock. He guides the other man into me and, fuck, this feels like a whole different level. I don’t even know why. It’s no more filthy than anything else we’ve already done. It doesn’t seem to matter what should be, only what is.
I have to work myself down Derek’s cock, but eventually I seal us together. That’s when Grayson leans around and grabs a pillow. “Up, Derek.”
Derek lifts his hips and I have to plant my hands on his stomach to keep my balance as Grayson wedges the pillow below him. I understand why the second I look back and watch my husband adjust his grip on the bottle of lube in his hand. He meets my gaze and lifts his brows. “Need something?”
“This angle is terrible for watching you fuck his ass.”
Grayson laughs and gives my hip a squeeze. “Next time. Now be a good girl and ride his cock.”
I am hardly ever a good girl, but his words light a fire inside me. I turn back to find Derek watching me closely. There’s something in his eyes, something soft and warm that feels like a hook in my chest. I reach down and take his hands, lacing our fingers together, and guide them up to either side of his head. The new position leaves me entirely pressed against him and it’s the most natural thing in the world to kiss him again.
I can feel the moment Grayson starts working his cock into Derek’s ass. The man beneath me goes tense for one long moment and then sighs against my mouth and relaxes completely. His hands clench mine, a firm reminder that I’m not actually pinning him at all. That he’s allowing this. I move on his cock in agonizingly slow strokes, wanting this moment to last. Needing it to last.
Grayson grips my hip with one hand, an anchor of sorts to keep me from floating away completely. Pleasure builds in slow waves, our breathing and the soft sounds of fucking filling the room.
Then my husband grabs my shoulder and pulls me up until he’s once against pressed against my back. The difference is that he’s fucking Derek this time. Grayson strokes his hands down my sides and then over Derek’s stomach. “He feels good, doesn’t he, wife?”
“Yes,” I moan.
Grayson’s voice goes deeper yet. “He feels like ours.”
Derek looks up at us, and this time there’s no denying that his heart is in his eyes. He looks at us like we’re a feast he’ll never be able to partake in. Like we’re something distant instead of right here with him. He grasps my hips. “Don’t say shit like that.”
“Even if I mean it?” Grayson thrusts hard, lifting both Derek and me a few inches. We all moan in response. Too good. Is it possible for a thing to be too good? Surely it can’t last.