Chapter 8: Chapter 8

We both freeze. I look over, my heart in my throat, to find Grayson standing on the other side of the coffee table, watching us. “I can explain.” I push at Derek, but he doesn’t move, his cock still half inside me.

Grayson arches his brows. “By all means. Don’t stop on my account. My best friend is balls deep in my wife while I was in the next room. If you’re that fucking shameless, you’re shameless enough to keep going.”

“Grayson—”

But Derek has a strange look in his eye. Just like before. Almost as if he’s angry. “She was feeling needy. I took care of her. Simple as that.”

“Simple as that.” Grayson narrows his eyes and rounds the coffee table in slow, measured steps. I watch him, my heart beating so fast I feel light-headed. He looks furious, so furious this might be real if not for the hard-on pressing against the front of his pants.

“Yeah, simple as that.” Derek lifts himself a little, which sinks his cock deeper into me. “And maybe she was craving cock.”

“Your cock. Your come.” Grayson finally looks at me, his gaze lingering where Derek’s cock spears me, moving up over my stomach to where my breasts are reddened from his mouth and beard, finally settling on my face. “You want my best friend’s come, wife?” He doesn’t wait for me to formulate an answer. “Then you’d best take it.”

Grayson moves, quick as a snake, and wraps his hand around Derek’s cock, forcing the other man out of me. I gasp and Derek groans, and we both watch Grayson jack him in shock. My husband is as intimidating as I’ve ever seen him, blue eyes stormy, his jaw clenched. “But that’s pussy, and I’m the only one who comes in it. You have to earn that privilege, Derek, and you sure as shit won’t do it by fucking my wife behind my back.”

Derek is gasping like he’s running a marathon, his gaze glued to Grayson’s fist around his cock. And then he groans, low and sexy, and he’s coming. Grayson points his cock at my pussy, directing his come in spurts across my heated flesh. I flinch at the feeling, but I can’t help spreading my thighs even wider, nearly whimpering by how dirty this is.

Grayson shoves Derek back onto the couch and the other man allows himself to sprawl there, shock still written across his features. My husband drives two fingers into me. “You want his come, Emma? You’re so desperate for another man, for my best fucking friend, that you’re out here like a little slut, taking his cock deep? I’ll give you his come.” He withdraws and drags his fingers through Derek’s come, shoving them deep again. Again and again, until he’s driven nearly every bit inside me.

I can’t stop shaking. I’m trying to hold still, but I can’t help lifting my hips in invitation every time he touches me. “Please.”

“Please what?” He palms my pussy, smearing his hand through the stickiness left over. “You go through all that effort to fuck someone else and he doesn’t give it to you right?” He looks at Derek and laughs harshly. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Grayson and I have played countless games over the years. I have never, ever seen him like this. Almost cruel in the sexiest way possible. He flicks a look at me and raises his brows. “Well, Emma? You need this cock?”

“Yes.” I reach for his pants with shaking hands. “Yes, I need your cock. Please. Right now.”

“That’s right, baby. You don’t have to go anywhere else to get what you need, do you?” He stands up and steps out of his pants. I lick my lips at the sight of his cock, as if I didn’t have him down my throat earlier tonight. Grayson scoops his arm under my waist and practically drops me on top of Derek. We both freeze, but my husband doesn’t hesitate to grab my hips and sink inside me. For all the filthy talk of Derek’s massive cock, Grayson is just as big, and he knows how to hit all the right places, exactly what it takes to get me off.

He’s fucking me on top of Derek.

Grayson braces one hand on either side of my hips—on either side of Derek’s hips—and shoots his best friend a dark look. “If you’re going to be here, do something useful. Play with her tits.”

I feel Derek’s breath shudder out and then he’s cupping my breasts in his big hands. Grayson finds the angle I love the most and begins fucking me in short, brutal strokes. Another sharp look at Derek. “One hand on her clit. Short, gentle vertical strokes. Don’t deviate.”

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Derek hesitates and then reaches down to stroke my clit exactly as Grayson commands, the motion designed to send me to the moon. Within a few minutes of their combined efforts, my toes are curling and I’m fighting to stay still. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” Grayson’s lips curve. “Now come for me, Emma.”

Another stroke, a second, and then I’m coming so hard I scream and Grayson has to use his body to hold me down. He keeps pumping slowly, toying with my pleasure. I become aware of several things in waves. Derek’s hard cock pressed against my ass. Derek’s hands on my body, but also touching Grayson. Their faces very, very close together over my shoulder.

I shift a little to the side and look. Grayson’s mouth is so close to Derek’s that their rough breathing mingles. They’re staring at each other like they’ve never seen the other before. Like they haven’t been giving long looks when they thought the other wasn’t paying attention since I’ve known them…likely longer than that.

“Do it,” I whisper.

My husband kisses Derek. The sight of it takes my breath away. They’re both so fucking powerful, and they’re wrestling with that power with me between them. Tongues and teeth and a kiss that’s just shy of vicious.

Grayson starts moving inside me again, continuing to fuck me while he has his tongue down Derek’s throat, while his hands are moving behind me on the other man’s body. Derek starts thrusting against my ass, reaching up to pull Grayson closer.

My husband is the one to break the kiss. “I want to feel you inside her while I’m fucking her deep.”

I open my mouth to suggest they just fuck without me in between, but Derek is already nodding. “Yes. I want that.”

Grayson pulls out of me. He lifts me easily, turns me, and pushes me down to straddle Derek. “Fuck him slow, Emma. I’ll be right back.”

We both listen to his footsteps retreat into the bedroom. I lean back enough to give Derek a long look. “You know—”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I’m about to say.” They have even more pent-up lust than Derek and I do. Why the hell are they both fighting this so hard?

He fists his cock and holds my hip as he eases into me. I whimper a little. If I survive this thirty-six hours, I’m going to be sore as hell. I don’t care. I don’t want to stop. I rock a little. “Derek—”

“Emma, I am your friend and I’m going to fuck you until we’re both unconscious and then fuck you again until our time’s up, so understand that I’m saying this with love.” He drags me down his cock. “Mind your own goddamn business.”

“Mmm.” I can hear Grayson moving around in our room. “And it’s not my business that my husband’s going to fuck my ass while you fuck my pussy so you can inside me?”

Derek gives me a smirk that’s almost convincing. “Baby, you’re focusing on the wrong part of what happens next.” He bounces me on his cock. “You’re already filled up with me. How much more do you think you’re going to be filled when his giant cock is in your ass? Do you think you can take it?”

“She had damn well better.” Grayson walks back into the living room naked, a bottle of lube in his hand. He gives us a long look. “My little slut of a wife needs more than one cock to keep her happy right now, so that’s what she gets.”

I shiver on Derek’s dick and look over my shoulder at my husband. “I love you.”

“And yet no doubt the next time I turn around, Derek’s going to have his tongue in your pussy.”

“Guilty.” Derek laughs.

Grayson snorts. “That’s what I thought.” He smooths a hand up my back, urging us both down until Derek’s slouched against the back of the couch. My breasts press against his chest and we look at each other for a long moment. It seems the most natural thing to kiss him, to tell him without words how much I’m enjoying this, enjoying .

Then my husband spreads lube over my ass and his cock is there. He doesn’t give me much time to prepare, just eases the head into me. I break my kiss and gasp. Derek looks at my face and then over my shoulder at Grayson. “Go slower.”

“She can take it. Emma loves anal.”

It’s the truth, but it’s a whole different feeling to have him pressing slowly into me when I’m already filled up with another massive cock. I tense before I can help it. “Hold on.”

“Relax, baby.” Grayson doesn’t push any farther inside me but his chest brushes my back as he moves my hair out of the way and starts kissing the back of my neck. Just like that, I relax again and rock back into him. He chuckles against my skin. “That’s right. That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Yes.” I shift again, and Derek clamps down on my hips, holding me still. I make a sound of protest but then his mouth is on the front of my neck. It feels so freaking good. I melt between them and Grayson works his cock the rest of the way inside me.

He curses long and hard. “Fuck, baby, you’re tight as hell with him inside you.”

I move my hips as much as I can and moan. “You both feel so big.” It’s almost too much, but I don’t want to stop. I don’t want to stop.

The thought is almost enough to drive back my desire. There’s a deadline on this, no matter how good it feels now. A Christmas fling is something entirely different than fucking Derek on the side. The latter is messy as hell, and I value my relationship with Grayson too much to even suggest it.

But that doesn’t mean I’m not going to enjoy the hell out of his cock in the meantime.

“You feel me?”

For a second, I think my husband is talking to me, but Derek answers before I can find the words. “Yeah,” he grits out. “I feel you.”

Grayson withdraws a little and thrusts, and we all moan. He braces one knee on the couch on the outside of mine and bears down, forcing me closer to Derek, forcing his cock deeper yet. I whimper and then moan, writhing on their cocks as Grayson leans over my shoulder and kisses Derek again. Their hands are everywhere, touching each other, pulling each other closer, which drives them deeper inside me. I am merely the vessel for their lust and, fuck, it’s so hot I can barely stand it. I moan and roll my hips as much as I can, chasing the building pressure deep inside me.

Derek and Grayson start fucking me in short thrusts, as if they can’t stand the idea of moving far enough from each other that they’d have to stop kissing. I’m so close, but I can’t get there. I’m sobbing and trying to move, but they have me too effectively wrapped up. I’m helpless to do anything but take it.

And then Grayson slips his hand between my and Derek’s body and strokes my clit. He keeps kissing Derek and touching me and they’re so impossibly deep that I completely lose it. I bury my face in Derek’s neck and sob as I come harder than I could have thought possible.

They don’t stop.

In fact, they slow down, like they want this to last as long as it possibly can, like the second they orgasm, they have to go back to pretending they’re only making out because I’m between them. Right then and there, I dazedly decide to make a gift of Derek to my husband.

It’s Christmas, after all. There are no rules when it’s Christmas.