Gifting Me To His Best Friend - Katee Robert Page 0,2
teasing.
Grayson carries me into our bedroom and drops me on the bed. I barely get my hair out of my face before his mouth is on mine. It doesn’t matter how many times we’ve done this, he kisses me like he might never get another chance. I’m already going for the front of his jeans, desperate to purge the uncomfortable thoughts, the forbidden desire that I have no business feeling. It doesn’t matter where it originates, only that I slake it with my husband.
Unfortunately, that reasoning feels flimsy at best. Especially when I’ve fantasized about Derek more times than I care to count.
Grayson breaks the kiss long enough to pull my sweater over my head. He huffs out a laugh. “No bra.”
I shake my head and grab his hand, pressing it to the apex of my thighs. “No panties, either.”
He curses and goes to his knees between my legs, kissing his way down my stomach. “Tell me the truth, Emma. You finger yourself while you read those dirty books, don’t you?”
He knows I do. He’s caught me more than once. I gasp out a breath as he dips down and kisses my pussy through my leggings. “They’re called one-handed reads for a reason.”
“Mmm.” He keeps kissing me there, until my leggings are soaked from his mouth and my desire. “I should send the author a thank-you note for always having my wife hot and ready for me.” He finally tugs down my pants slowly, trailing kisses and licks over every bit of exposed skin. “Tell me about the one you were reading today.”
Another of our games: playing out some of the dirtier scenes in my favorite books.
Except this time, I don’t want to tell him. I lace my fingers through his hair and tug him back up toward my clit. “Just eat my pussy. Please.”
He exhales against my clit, but he’s watching me with those dark blue eyes. “You’re dodging my question. Why?”
Because it’s too close to home, too close to speaking the forbidden. I give his hair another tug, but he doesn’t move. “Grayson, please.”
His brows draw together. I have half a second to brace and then he pushes to his feet and strips out of his clothes. Even as weirdly guilty as I feel, I catch my breath at the sight of him naked. Lean and strong and a big cock just for my pleasure. I reach for him, but he catches my hand and uses his hold to flip me onto my stomach. “What—”
His weight presses against my back, pinning me in place even as he wedges his legs between mine, spreading me. Grayson slides a hand down my stomach to stroke my clit. “Tell me.” He doesn’t give me a chance to deny him, sliding into me in a smooth move and kissing the back of my neck. He exhales against the damp spot and my toes curl. “Indulge me, Emma. Tell me about your book.”
I can’t deny him, not as he starts fucking me slowly. Not when he’s kissing that spot on my neck that turns me molten hot and mindless. Not with his fingers creating a delicious friction against my clit.
I gasp. “It’s a ménage.”
“Mmm.” He keeps up his sexy assault, and it’s hard to remember why I didn’t want to tell him this. “Two men?”
“Yes.” I moan, trying to arch back onto his cock, but he has me too effectively pinned. I am fully at his mercy, and he seems to be in no hurry. He grinds into me, rubbing my clit against his fingers with the movement of his hips, and words spill from my lips. “It’s a husband and wife…and his friend. The wife and the friend fuck, a lot.” I fist my hands into the comforter, my body shaking as he works me toward orgasm. “And there’s this scene…” I shouldn’t keep going, but I can’t stop. “Her husband fingers her under a blanket while the friend is in the room. I keep going back to it because it’s so hot. I touched myself to it today.”
He shifts up a little until his low voice is in my ear. “Do you want me to play with that pretty pussy while my friend is sitting in the same room?”
Yes, oh god, yes I do.
Chapter 2
I can’t catch my breath, can’t figure out what answer I should give. In the end, I can only tell the truth. “Maybe.” Maybe I do want Grayson to finger me under a blanket while Derek is