“You’re a mess, Drake,” she says in a sweet tone. “Let’s take this off.” Suddenly, my shirt is being pulled over my head, and she’s squirting cream all over my chest.
I let out a grunt as Hunter quickly licks it up, kissing his way across my pecs and then down my abs. He stays on his feet as he devours every inch of my chest and stomach, and I feel as if I might be dying. It doesn’t feel like he’s being dared to do this anymore. It feels like he wants to.
“God damn,” I mutter as his tongue traces a line above the top of my jeans. I’m going to fucking blow in my pants. Isabel watches, her lips parted as she takes long, heavy breaths, clearly aroused by her husband licking another man.
When Hunter rises to his feet, he turns to kiss her, hard and passionately, and it gives me a moment to catch my breath. I should walk away now. We are stumbling into dangerous territory, but I might as well be drunk on his touch because there’s no righting this collision course we’re on now.
As Isabel kisses her husband, he begins taking off his own clothes, unbuttoning his flour-drenched shirt and chocolate-soaked pants. And when her carnal gaze meets mine, I take it as my cue to do the same.
I barely even register taking my boxers off because I’m too focused on this moment. The three of us naked together—again. And I reach for her, but she pushes my hand away. Pulling from Hunter’s kiss, she faces me. With a fierce sort of courage, I’ve never seen on Isabel before, she places the whip cream can against my hard, jutting cock and draws a long line of soft white cream from the base to the tip.
And I expectherto lick it off. But she looks at him, and I freeze.
She can’t be serious. He’s not ready for that.
“Isabel…” I say, but her eyes don’t leave his face.
He barely, justbarely, hesitates. I figured he’d put up more of a fight and I don’t know if he’s kneeling in front of me because she basically dared him to or because he really wants to, but the vision of Hunter kneeling in front of my hard cock and staring at it hungrily has me feeling dizzy.
Then he looks up at me and I feel more tethered to him than I’ve ever felt before. This is us. The same us we’ve always been. The us we were always meant to be, and for this one perfect moment, he’s not caught up in his head or hearing his father’s scornful voice. It’s just me and him.
As he runs his tongue around the head of my cock, I suck in a breath through my teeth. My body is on fire as I watch him lick the cream off, a little clumsy at first, but suddenly ravenous after he gets his first taste. Then he opens his mouth and pulls me in, keeping his lips tight around me as he reaches as far back as he can.
I have to resist the urge to come already. This is too much—too fucking much. He’s stubbornly trying to take me deeper with each stroke of my cock down his throat. When he finally gags, I grab his hair to pull him off. I’m not ready to come yet, but if he doesn’t stop doing that I’m definitely going to blow.
“Fuck,” I say in a long, drawn-out groan.
I hear the can of whip cream hit the floor as Isabel jumps into my arms, kissing my face before pulling my lips to hers. Then Hunter stands and joins our kiss, devouring her mouth and then mine until we are a tangle of tongues and lips and heat.
Hunter’s body is pressed against mine, and when I feel Isabel squeeze our cocks together, stroking them as one, I growl into her mouth.
“I want you both inside me,” she mumbles sweetly against my lips. “Like this.” Her bold green eyes stare at me, and I pause.
God damn…this woman. From the stories Hunter told me, I knew she was freakier than her sweet, shy personality led everyone to believe, but this? I did not expect this.
She strokes us together, and the heat from his cock against mine is so intense and inviting, how could I possibly say no? Hunter and I glance at each other, but we’re both so lost to the lust of the moment that we are useless to protest against anything.
Letting go of our cocks, she wraps her hands around my neck, and I pull her into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist. Hunter squeezes her between us until I feel him wrap his hand around our cocks. She’s tense in my arms, and for a moment I’m worried this won’t work. I don’t want to hurt her, and just as her wet cunt touches the head of my dick, I pull her away.
“Wait,” I stammer. “Condom.”
Her shoulders melt away from her ears as she smiles and leans her forehead against my temple. “Drake, I trust you.” Then, she pulls her lips to mine.
“We both do,” Hunter adds. “You’ve never had a positive test result and she’s on the pill.”
His fingers graze my hip, just below Isabel’s legs, and I get chills from his touch.
“She’s so wet and ready for us,” he says, and she whimpers as he runs his fingers through her folds. Then he’s gripping our cocks again, and I lower her body down until I feel just how wet she is.
She squirms and gasps as we work our way inside her, slowly to allow her body to accommodate our sizes. But once we slide just a few inches in, Isabel lets out a breathy cry of pleasure.
“Tell me how that feels, baby,” Hunter whispers against her cheek.
“It’s so tight, so…full.”
Her arms are clutched around my neck as I slowly start to bounce her on our cocks. She hums in my ear.
“Yes. More.”