I glance down at the carpet. Sebastian’s hands firmly grasp my shoulders, steadying me. He moves one hand to drag the zipper down my back. The sides of my dress sag and Sebastian pushes the sheath down, yanking it past my hips until my dress is on the ground.
I close my eyes as his lips brush the ball of my shoulder. He drags them a few inches to the right, then a few more. When he gets to the nape of my neck, he pauses and kisses me there. I exhale helplessly, goosebumps rising all over. His hand comes around the front of my body and he cups my breast through the thin fabric of my bra.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” he murmurs, between kisses.
Griff’s voice is low, gravelly. “Yeah, she is.”
“We’re lucky men,” Sebastian remarks, pushing his hand down the front of my panties and cupping me. I gasp, unprepared for the sudden sensation. It’s never been a fantasy of mine to be watched, but I can’t deny it’s shamefully erotic to stand here on display while my husband plays with my pussy, Griff’s hungry gaze drifting from him to me. He wants to play, too, but he’s waiting to see if he’s invited.
I know he will be. Sebastian doesn’t want to play games tonight, he doesn’t want to show Griff up, he wants him to be included. He wants me to fall for him. He wants me stripped bare and vulnerable, needing him, needing Griff. He wants me to let go. He wants a lot from me.
He’ll give a lot back, though. They both will. I love the physical part of this arrangement. I’m a little less confident letting both of them inside my heart, but inside of my body is simple. It was only scary that first night, when I was worried it would hurt my relationship with Sebastian.
But it didn’t. I pushed past the fear, moved outside of my comfort zone, and now I’m overwhelmed with pleasure on a regular basis.
So maybe it will be the same with my heart. It’s probably natural to be afraid, but just like when I let go of my fear before, maybe something great will come out of it.
Since Griff is watching, I reach down and grab Sebastian’s wrist. He pauses and looks at me, awaiting an explanation.
“I want to go to Griff,” I tell him, softly.
Nodding, my husband withdraws his hand from my panties and tells me, “Go ahead.”
It still makes me feel like I swallowed my heart to tell my husband I want to leave him and go to someone else, even if only in this moment, only across the room, but when I look at Griff and see the surprise on his face, I feel like it was the right thing to do. He needs to feel preferred every once in a while.
I smile softly as I approach. “Want to play with me, Griff?”
“I do,” he murmurs, his gaze locked on me as I climb up on his lap and straddle him. His big hands move to my small waist, gently holding me in place. My breasts are still covered, but right in his face. I reach behind my back and unhook my bra, peeling off the scrap of fabric and dropping it on the bed beside us.
Griff’s hungry gaze goes to my breasts and he pulls me closer, bending to take one of my nipples into his hot mouth. I can feel his cock straining against me so I grind against him. He groans against my breast, teasing the nipple with his tongue until I’m arching backward.
Sebastian walks up behind me. I can feel him standing at the edge of the bed, in front of Griff’s legs. Just his presence creates tension in my loins, just the feeling of him standing behind me, watching me. His strength radiates off of him and seeps into me, melting me into a pool of need.
Behind me, Sebastian silently demands.
In front of me, Griff openly reveres.
My heart kicks up a couple speeds. I’m drunk on the pair of them already, and I’m not even fully undressed.
Sebastian leans in, his hot breath triggering awareness even before his mouth lands. Then he begins kissing his way from my shoulder to my neck. When he gets to my hypersensitive neck, my brain shuts off and my body takes over. I arch my breasts against Griff’s mouth while leaning my head back against Sebastian.
“I need you both,” I murmur.
Sebastian’s hand skates down my back. “That’s right, sweetheart. You’ll have us both.” He straightens, then tells Griff, “Take off her panties.”
Griff grabs my hips and flips me on my back. I gasp at the light impact. He’s on top of me in a flash, dragging my panties down my legs.
“Spread your legs, Moira. Show Griff your pussy. See if he wants a taste.”
Sebastian’s words alone send shivers down my spine. I feel unspeakably naughty doing as he says, spreading my legs for Griff. He looks at the apex of my thighs like Heaven awaits him there, then he bends to breach the gates. I throw my head back and close my eyes while Griff licks me where Sebastian touched me only moments earlier.
The bed creaks and I open my eyes to see my beautiful husband joining me on the bed. Even as tension builds within me while his best friend eats my pussy, the sight of my husband fills me up. I need him. I need his lips on mine, his skin pressed against me. I don’t tell him with words, but he can see it in my eyes. I can tell by the way he smiles and leans down to brush his lips tenderly against mine.
I’m too desperate for tender, though. I grab the back of his head and crush his lips to mine, opening for him, needing m
ore. Griff suddenly pushes two fingers inside me and jagged pleasure slices through me. I cry out against Sebastian’s mouth and hold him tighter. Now my husband’s hand covers the breast Griff lavished with attention and he gives it a gentle squeeze, kissing me leisurely, like he has all day to do it. It’s so hard to concentrate with Griff’s tongue on my clit, my husband’s deft fingers toying with my nipple while his tongue owns mine. Pleasure fires on too many cylinders. I can’t breathe. The whole world tilts on its axis and Griff grabs my hips, holding me still when I try to get away.
“Oh, God. Oh, God.” I break free from Sebastian’s mouth, then latch back on desperately, needing his kisses, needing him to catch me. Griff sends me over the edge with his wonderful mouth. The bubble of pleasure bursts and I cry out against my husband’s perfect lips.