He does it, covering my pussy with his mouth as he shoves his tongue deep.
And that’s when I look up and find my husband leaning against the doorframe. Watching his best friend eat my pussy. I frantically try to yank Derek off me, but he’s not going anywhere, and I’m going to hell because I fucking love that he refuses to stop. “Grayson,” I gasp.
He walks toward the couch, his gaze glued to where Derek is inching me toward an orgasm despite my best efforts. As I watch, Grayson leans down and picks up a white package with red ribbon. My eyes go wide. “Oh no.” I look down at Derek in horror and the bastard has the audacity to wink at me.
Grayson stalks to the couch and sinks down next to me. Derek gives him a long look and then flicks my clit with his tongue. “You know I always like to take a peek at my presents before Christmas.”
“Mmm.” Grayson shifts my hair off my shoulder and presses a kiss to my neck. “Does his mouth feel good, Emma?”
My body can’t tell if I’m in trouble or being rewarded. “You—you’re not mad?”
“No, baby, I’m not mad.” Grayson cups my face and presses a devastating kiss my mouth. He nips my bottom lip as he retreats and his next words aren’t for me. “Make her come before you go take your shower. Then you can enjoy your present properly.”
Derek’s chuckle reverberates through me. “If you insist.” And then he stops fucking around. He holds me down and circles my clit as my husband sits next to me and watches. It’s that as much as Derek’s expert mouth that has me panting, on the edge of orgasm. “Please. Oh god, don’t stop.”
Grayson shifts closer and kisses my neck as he palms one breast. Having both of their mouths on me… I cry out as I come, as I keep coming, orgasm rolling over me in wave after wave, spurred on my Derek’s tongue.
Grayson gives Derek’s forehead a nudge. “Go get showered, troublemaker.”
“Not sorry.” He grins at us and pushes to his feet. I get a close up of a truly impressive cock creating an outline against his tight thermal pants and then he’s walking away.
Leaving me to deal with the mess we made of things.
I swallow hard and start to pull my robe back around myself. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“Emma.” Grayson catches my face and waits for me to calm down enough to actually look at him to continue. “You have nothing to apologize for.”
“You sent me out here to get a present, and it took all of fifteen seconds before I was naked and riding Derek’s face. I thought that was the present, but it wasn’t, which means I cheated on y—”
“No.” Grayson shakes his head adamantly. “No, fuck that. You were not cheating. I gave you permission. I gave both of you permission. And in case you weren’t paying attention, I was only too happy to join in.”
I open my mouth to argue, but I can’t seem to find my words. “But, that’s not what it feels like.”
Grayson presses a quick kiss to my lips. “And wasn’t it hotter thinking you shouldn’t?”
My face flames, answer enough. “If you’re not okay with this—”
“Emma.” His blue eyes search my face. “Are you okay with this?”
Now’s the time to put a stop to it, but I’m selfish enough not to want to. I want to keep my relationship with Grayson preserved and indulge myself with Derek. I want to have my cake and eat it, too. I lick my lips. “I’m afraid at how much I want this.”
He smiles. My saint of a husband smiles. “Baby, I’ll always give you whatever you need, no matter how unconventional. Sounds to me like you need Derek’s cock.” He stands and tugs me to my feet. “It’s time for your other present.”
I laugh a little. “You are heavily invested in me fucking someone else.”
“Yes. But not just anyone else. I’m invested in you fucking Derek in particular.” He pulls me along behind him and scoops up the present as we pass it. It’s only when we’re back in our room that he sets it on the bed. “Now. Open it.”
I obey, pulling the red ribbon from the box and carefully lifting the lid. I part the white tissue paper to find a lingerie set the same red as the ribbon. It’s intricate and gives the impression of being bondage made of ribbons. I stroke my finger against one band. “This is beautiful.”
“He’ll have a lot of fun unwrapping you.” Grayson tugs on my robe, easing it off my shoulders. “I’m going to have a lot of fun watching.”
I take a breath and put away the guilt lingering from letting things with Derek get out of control. If Grayson isn’t bothered by it, then I’m being silly for continuing to whip myself over it.