A smile creeps across her face. Then she places her hand in mine and lets me pull her against my body. My hand slides down her back as we begin to sway side to side, the music carrying us. And when it breaks into the instrumental bridge, the lights grow dimmer. Hunter leans casually against the cabinet and watches us as I hold her close in my arms, gazing down into her eyes. And when the music begins to fade, it settles into another song. This time something from Marvin Gaye.
“Kiss her,” a voice from the side of the room chimes in, and I’m already leaning my mouth down toward hers. She closes the distance, lifting onto her toes to capture my mouth with her own.
And the moment we’re touching, all of the tension melts away.
Her mouth is eager and warm, her tongue sliding against mine, and I realize this is only the third time we’ve really kissed, but it already feels so natural, as if we’re made to do this. My hands slide down her back, stopping at her waist as I tug her closer, so she can feel the thickness in my pants. I want her to know what she does to me.
“Take off his clothes, Red,” Hunter commands, and I glance over her head to see him now relaxing in the large chair, watching us through a lust-filled, hooded gaze. Isabel doesn’t hesitate. Her fingers are already fumbling for the button on my pants, and I bite my bottom lip as I watch her.
I’ve known this beautiful woman for ten years. I’ve had her in my life almost every single day, and while I admired her for every moment of it, I never looked at her like this, never once expecting we’d get here, and I’d want it so goddamn bad.
Each breath feels like a struggle as her fingers graze my abdomen. When my zipper is down, her gaze lifts to my face. Soft, innocent green eyes gaze up at me, and then over at her husband, as if she’s waiting for his permission. He gives her a quick nod, licking his lips as he watches her reach into my pants. My face winces with surprise as she wraps her hand around my hard cock, nudging my pants down my legs to give her more access.
She squeezes it tighter than I expected her to; sweet, quiet Isabel has a firm grip, and she tugs mercilessly on the head, making me grunt due to the mix of pain and pleasure. And with her eyes still locked with mine, she lets go of my cock, lifts her hand to her face and licks a wet line across her palm, slicking it up before returning it to my length.
“Fuck,” I groan as she slides her hand from base to tip with more ease.
“Is he hard, Red?”
“Yes,” she replies in a sultry tone.
After a few strokes, she starts to look anxious, as if she wants to do something else. Finally, she turns her head and glances over her shoulder at her husband sitting in the chair.
“You know what to do, baby,” he says, and my heart starts to beat harder. Without hesitation, she lowers to the floor before me, barely coming up to my dick when she’s on her knees, so she has to reach. I brush her hair out of her face, so I can watch as she swirls her tongue around the head of my cock.
My mouth hangs open as she elicits each groan and grunt from my chest with the movement of her tongue. When she drags me into her mouth, welcoming me into the warmth of her throat, I make the mistake of looking up.
And I find him not watching Isabel, but watching me. Our eyes meet for a long-drawn-out moment, and I notice the way he forces himself to swallow, then bites his bottom lip. Isabel sucks hard, stealing my attention, and I look back down at her, those soft pink lips wrapped around my fat cock. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever fucking seen.
“Fuck, you’re so good at that, Isabel. I want to come down your pretty little throat.”
“Not yet,” Hunter barks from the chair.
So I quickly pull my dick out of her mouth because I was a lot fucking closer than he realized. Even now, cum leaks out of the tip, no matter how hard I try to stop it.
“Get on the bed, Isabel. On all fours and face me.” His simple commands make everything we do so much more sensual. We obey and we get rewarded.
She quickly stands, leaving me on the edge of my orgasm with my saliva-coated cock. Hunter and I both follow her with our eyes as she does as he said, climbing onto the bed on her hands and knees. Turns out sweet little book-loving Isabel is a fucking vixen.
“Now lift your dress for him,” Hunter says, leaning forward as he gives her instructions, slowly and deliberately, with a subtle huskiness to his voice.
When Isabel lifts her dress for me, exposing her pale ass, my mouth goes dry. I don’t need instructions, but I wait for them anyway. Glancing his way, I realize he looks as if he’s going to come undone. Still confident and dominant, but with a hint of excitement too.
“Go to her,” he says, his voice so raspy now it sounds like it’s difficult to speak.
In a rush, I shuck off my pants and boxers and walk to the side table to grab a condom. I’m enjoying the filthy view of her wet cunt as I slide on the rubber. Then, I move into place behind her. She has a thin pair of panties on that I easily slide down her legs.
I’m then nudging the head of my cock against her pussy, but I don’t enter her, not yet. Not until he tells me to. And he’s dragging it out to torture me, I can tell.
So after a long wait, I lift my gaze up to his face. My dick is inching its way into his wife as he and I stare each other down. The eye contact between us is intense and new, nothing like I’ve ever felt looking into Hunter’s eyes before, but considering the current situation, it makes sense that this would be different. There’s also something in his expression that has me feeling excited.
My blood is pumping loud in my ears as I bathe in his wanton gaze. And I imagine for a moment that it’s not just this experience he wants but me. And when he finally mumbles a guttural, “Fuck her,” I swear it’s not only Isabel I’m eagerly sinking into.
Rule #16: Two orgasms are better than one.
Isabel
My fingers clawagainst the sheets as Drake enters me with force. And just like that…Drake and I are having sex. How did this happen? And when he slams in again at an angle that makes my toes curl and my next breath leave my body in a raspy moan, I wonder…why didn’t we do this sooner?