Chapter 12: Chapter 12

Derek doesn’t hesitate. He grabs me around the waist and lifts me, turning so I straddle him. He kisses my breasts, starting on the bared curves and working his way to where my swimsuit is already cold against my skin. Maybe that’s why his tongue feels so devastatingly hot when he sucks my nipples through the wet fabric. I dig my hands into his hair and arch my back. “More.”

Derek grips my ass with his big hands, pulling me down against his hard cock. And then his mouth is on mine. I taste the saltiness of Grayson on his tongue and that makes me moan as much as the feeling of Derek’s hard length pressing against me.

He lifts me up to set me on the edge of the hot tub next to Grayson and then delves a hand between my thighs, dipping beneath my suit to stroke me. “She’s so fucking wet, Grayson.”

“Keep the suit on.” My husband watches us with hot eyes. “That’s the rule.”

“Mmm.” Derek moves back enough that I get a good look at him. I don’t know why him being wet makes him even sexier than normal, but it does. His thick body glistens with droplets of water that I want to lick off. He doesn’t give me a chance. Instead, he fists his massive cock and rubs it over my pussy. “Tug your suit to the side, baby. Let me see that pussy you keep teasing us with.”

Grayson snorts. “Hardly keeping with the spirit of the agreement.”

I’m already moving to obey, spreading my thighs wider and tugging my suit to the side. It doesn’t matter that it’s still snowing, that it’s cold as fuck outside, because I feel like I’m burning up. Derek doesn’t seem to have an issue, either. Not as he holds Grayson’s gaze and eases his cock inside me. When my husband doesn’t protest, he grabs my hips and yanks me onto his length. I catch myself on the edge of the hot tub but it’s Derek’s strength that holds me up as he begins to fuck me. If I let go, we’ll both end up under water, so I’m helpless to do anything but take each thrust. To hold perfectly still as he nuzzles my top aside and lavishes attention on first one breast and the other, all while his cock is impossibly deep inside me.

“You’re not even pretending you’re not fucking my wife right in front of me.” Grayson shakes his head, feigning disappointment.

“Sorry. Fuck, sorry.” Derek pulls out of me and turns me around, moving me as easily as if I was a doll. Then he’s inside me again from behind. He moves us back to his seat and sits down with me still impaled on his cock. “I’ll stop fucking her.” He readjusts my top, though he doesn’t stop playing with my breasts. It doesn’t matter that Grayson just saw him shove his cock inside me. We’re playing a game again, a game of .

We pretend we’re all sitting here, having a normal conversation, even if my sitting in Derek’s lap is hardly normal. We pretend that we’re being good. Being . We certainly pretend that Derek hasn’t wedged his giant cock into me while my husband sits a few feet away.

“Don’t move.” Derek murmurs in my ear. “You wouldn’t want him to know I’m still balls deep in your tight little pussy, would you?” He bands on arm around my waist, sealing us together tightly. “If he finds out what we’re doing, we have to stop, and you don’t want to stop, do you, Emma? You want me to keep fucking you slow and subtle. He’ll never have to know.”

If anything, Grayson’s brow inches higher. “Everything okay, Emma? You look a little flushed.”

I lick my lips. I search for words, but Derek chooses that moment to thrust up into me, ever so slightly. “I’m good,” I moan.

“Baby, you’re a terrible liar.” Derek’s barely speaking above a whisper. His free hand slides down my stomach to stroke my clit. “You better get your game face on or he’s going to realize you’re about to come all over my cock. What a little slut you are, Emma. Fucking me while your husband is .” Even though he’s speaking softly, there’s no way Grayson can’t hear. From how intensely he stares at us, like he might slip his leash at any moment, he can hear perfectly.

I feel like I’m melting. I cup my breasts, playing with my nipples even as Derek keeps up that slow stroking of my clit. I was already close before we started. Now I feel like I might die from pleasure. I try to shift my hips, but Derek keeps us sealed together. I huff a breath. “I’m just trying to get comfortable.”

“Sure you are, baby.” Derek keeps stroking my clit. “You’re not shifting because your greedy pussy needs to be fucked hard. I can’t give it to you. Not right now. Not with him watching.” He does another of those tiny thrusts. “You’ll have to be happy with this. It’ll have to be enough.”

“Don’t stop,” I whisper.

He doesn’t. He keeps fucking me in those tiny thrusts that nevertheless send little ripples away from our bodies to where Grayson sits. My husband turns to look out over our view. “It’s a good thing it’s snowing so hard.”

“What?”

“It’d be a shame if our vacation neighbors saw what a little slut my wife was. Trying to pretend she’s not riding my best friend’s cock right in front of me.” He tsks. “Derek take off that tease of a suit and fuck her properly. Now.”

Derek practically rips the top off me. He unties the bottoms and tosses them to join my top on the floor with a wet plop.

I don’t know why losing the suit suddenly makes me feel a thousand times more exposed. All I know is that I need to fuck Derek and I need it now. “Please.”

Derek loosens his grip enough that I can start riding him. Fucking in a hot tub is honestly less than ideal, but I can’t seem to bring myself to care. Not when it feels so dirty to have Grayson watching my breasts rise and fall out of the water with each stroke. He narrows his eyes. “Up.”

I barely comprehend the order, but Derek is already obeying, lifting me and rising to sit on the edge of the tub. I wince at the slap of cold air, but he’s already urging me to keep sliding up and down his cock. I lean back against him and look at my husband. “I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” He crosses to us, his face level with where Derek’s cock spreads my pussy. Grayson runs his hands up my thighs. “No, you’re not,” he repeats. And then his mouth is on my pussy. I watch him lick my clit and then Derek lifts me enough that Grayson can get to the base of his cock, which he gives the same treatment with his mouth.

“Oh my god.”

“Come on his cock like a good little slut.” Grayson reaches between Derek’s thighs and I know without a shadow of a doubt that he’s cupping his best friend’s balls, that he’s stroking his perineum. “Better hurry before I make come.” And then his mouth is on me again.

I stop trying to ride Derek’s. Instead, I dig my fingers into my husband’s hair and grind down on Derek’s cock. “Oh ”

Derek cups my breasts even as kisses that spot on my neck that drives me crazy. “I love how much you love watching my cock in your wife’s pussy, Grayson. Almost as much as I love sucking cock.” He lowers his voice. “Do you think you can give this up, Emma? Or do you think that the next time we’re alone you’re going to be rubbing that pretty pussy all over me?”

Grayson laughs against my clit. “As if you won’t have your hand up her skirt the second you get a chance. Have her sit in your lap the way you are now and pretend like you don’t have your cock inside her. Pretend like she’s not taking you deep while we chat.” He looks up at me. “Hopefully, you can last longer than you did today, baby. Or will you give up all pretense and ride him right in front of me?”

I come. I can’t help it. No matter how much I want to hold out, to keep this going on forever, my body has other ideas. I barely finish the last wave when Derek pulls me off his cock and I watch Grayson suck him down. Derek curses as he orgasms, and my husband swallows him while holding my gaze.

I’m not a particularly religious person, but this feels like heaven.

We end up back in the hot tub, letting the heat soak into our bodies once more. My bones have gone all melty and I curl up in the seat of the hot tub while Derek and Grayson pick up their conversation easily.

This is what it could be like.

I close my eyes and finally let the thought settle in. This thing with Derek doesn’t feel like a normal fantasy game I play with Grayson. It hasn’t from the start. He’s not a stranger we picked up at the bar, though that’s one line we haven’t crossed because Grayson decided long ago that it’s not safe enough. He’s not some person who’s a stand-in for our lusts, who will walk out the door at the end of this, never to be seen again. He’s our .

Derek’s words from earlier echo through my head. Even if he and Grayson never consummated their attraction until now, they are more than friends. They’ve always been more than friends. They’ve always wanted each other, even if the timing was never quite right. They’ve always loved each other.

What if the timing is right now?

I try to look at it from all angles, but I’m tired and the men’s easy conversation soothes me until it’s hard to focus. I don’t know how it would work for us to try. I don’t know if all the relationships would survive the attempt. I honestly don’t know much beyond a single truth: it will hurt all three of us to walk out of this cabin and pretend we never crossed these lines.