Gifting Me To His Best Friend - Katee Robert Page 0,3

in the room with us.

My husband keeps up that slow fucking. “It won’t work. If he thinks I’ve got my fingers inside you while he’s right there, he’ll take it as an invitation.” His voice goes lower yet. “Derek would rip off that blanket just so he could watch.”

I can’t believe he just said Derek’s name while he’s inside me. It doesn’t matter that he’s not saying it like that. It feels like he brought the other man into the bed with us.

I am not even remotely opposed to the idea, terrible though it is.

“Would you stop?” I whisper.

“No, baby. I wouldn’t stop until you come.” He shifts my legs wider and uses his hand to urge my hips up a little. The angle allows his cock to sink even deeper into me. “You’re so wet. I think you like the idea of him watching.”

I press my face to the comforter to avoid answering. It doesn’t seem to matter. My body is telling on me, because I do like the idea of Derek watching.

Grayson isn’t done, though. “Maybe I’m feeling generous. Maybe I’d let him have a little touch…A little taste.”

His words drive me over the edge. I come so hard I shriek, every muscle in my body going tight as pleasure cascades over me in waves, on and on, driven by the way Grayson fucks me, by the image he’s created.

He follows me over the edge, holding me close. He rolls us onto our sides, his cock still inside me, and presses another kiss to the back of my neck. “You like that idea.”

I can’t tell what he’s thinking with him behind me. His tone is dry, but it’s always dry. Even after seven years of marriage, I sometimes need facial expression cues to know if he’s being serious or joking. I try for a laugh, but it comes out forced. “I like you fucking me. You always make me come.”

“Mmm.” He trails his fingers up my stomach, making me squirm…and then moan when I feel him hardening again.

“Again?”

“Call me inspired.” He cups my breasts, but seems content to stay seated deep inside me. The way he plays with my nipples is almost idle, distracted, and somehow that makes it even hotter.

“Grayson.”

“I like it, too,” he says abruptly.

I freeze. “What?”

“The fantasy. Having my fingers in your pussy while he watches. Watching his fingers in you, his mouth on you.” He hesitates. “Watching you ride his cock. I think I’d like that. I think I’d like it a lot.”

I can’t stop myself from clenching around my husband’s cock in response to his admission, my body once again telling on me. “What are you saying?”

Grayson hooks one hand under my thigh and lifts my leg wide to hook over his hip. He starts moving slowly, fucking me deep and thoroughly. “We play games all the time, act out fantasies. How is this any different?”

“I don’t—” I gulp in a breath. “I can’t think with you doing that.”

“Doing what?” He starts stroking my clit again and nips the sensitive spot where my shoulder meets my neck. “Doing this?”

“Grayson, I’m serious. What are you saying?” Except I don’t sound serious. I sound like I’m asking him for permission. I don’t even know for what.

“A new game, Emma.” He thrusts deep, and I can’t stop myself from moaning, loud and wanton. “I want to give you to Derek. One night. I want to watch him eat your pussy, make you come, fuck you.” He keeps driving my desire higher with his movements and words. “I want to wrap you up like a gift just to watch him rip the ribbons off you.”

And then I’m orgasming again. My body screaming yes, yes, yes even as my mind is shouting of danger ahead. This time, Grayson doesn’t follow me over the edge. He pulls out and shoves me onto my back, and then he’s inside me again, stroking hard and deep. “Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll drop it.”

I can’t think through the pleasure, can’t do more than cling to him as he stares down at me, demanding a truth I’m not sure we’re ready to have between us. “You’re buzzed. Lust-drunk. It’s a terrible idea.”

Grayson stops moving and looks down at me. There’s something like vulnerability in his eyes. “Tell me the truth, Emma.”

I open my mouth to lie, to send us veering back into safety, but I can’t look him in the face and speak anything but the truth. Not even about