Gifting Me To His Best Friend - Katee Robert Page 0,16
sweater sliding unforgivably high.
“We shouldn’t.”
A thrill goes through me. As much as I want to be seduced, there’s a certain power in being the one to push us over the edge in this fantasy. I cover Derek’s hand with my own, sliding him up another inch. “Did you hear us fucking earlier?”
He tenses. “Impossible not to. You were loud as hell, Emma. Begging him to eat your pussy, to fuck you harder.”
“I wanted you to hear.” I let my one leg drop back to the floor, and I can tell by the way his jaw clenches that he can see my pussy now.
“That right?”
“Yes.”
“And what do you think Grayson will think if I told him that you’re out here, flashing your pussy at me in invitation?”
The room feels a thousand degrees hotter than it was a few minutes ago. “He won’t say anything at all.” I nudge his hand away and move up to straddle him. “Not if you don’t tell him.” I take his hands and coast them up my thighs to my hips, lifting the sweater as he goes. To my waist, baring my pussy.
“Emma.” He’s gone hoarse. “You’re out here with no panties on. It’s enough to make a man like me think you want to fuck him.”
“I’ve been reading this book. It’s so fucking hot, Derek. It’s got me all wet and needy.” I reach between my thighs and slip two fingers into my pussy. I’m so wet, I can hear it. I withdraw and press them to his lips. “See.”
Derek holds my gaze as he sucks me deep, his tongue stroking my skin. He gives me one last suck and releases me, his expression almost tormented. “Baby, we can’t. Your husband is my best friend.”
“Right.” Guilt instantly swarms me. “Right, of course. I’m sorry.”
But when I try to move off Derek, he keeps me trapped with his hands on my hips. He licks his lips. “It’d be a shame to leave that pussy in need, though. I won’t touch, I promise. Just make yourself come.” His gaze flicks to my face. “Let me watch.”
“Okay,” I whisper. Before I can think better of it, I pull the sweater over my head and drop it on the floor by his feet. “It gets in the way.”
His gaze consumes me. “Can’t have that.”
“That’s what I’m saying.” I cup my breasts, lifting and stroking them, pinching my nipples to peaks. How closely he watches only makes me hotter. How far can I take this before he breaks his promise? Only one way to find out. “I need…” I press my fingers to his mouth again. He sucks them deep, and I withdraw and reach down to stroke my clit with them.
“Does that feel good?”
“Yes.” I make a whining noise. “But it’s not enough.” I reach down and push two fingers into me. “My fingers aren’t big enough.”
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Can’t have that. Use mine.”
I waste no time grabbing his hand and guiding it between my spread thighs. After some consideration, I arrange him right next to where his cock presses against his pants, two fingers at attention. It feels like I’m moving my very own Derek sex doll, and I can’t get over how dirty this is. I sink onto his fingers and moan.
“Shh, Emma.” His jaw is tense. “Gotta be quiet or Grayson’s going to wake up.”
He doesn’t move. Just holds perfectly still as I slide up and down his fingers and stroke my clit. The fact that I’m naked and completely exposed only makes this hotter. Grayson could walk out at any time and I’d have no way to pretend I’m doing anything other than riding his best friend’s fingers.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy.” He makes a pained sound. “Rub your tits on my face, baby. Use me to make yourself good.”
“Like a toy.”
“Exactly like that.” He nods slowly. “You’re not cheating on Grayson when you feed a dildo into that tight little pussy, are you? I’m your toy. Use me.”
I lift myself off his fingers and press my breasts together to rub myself against his face. No matter what Derek says about being a toy, that doesn’t stop him from licking my nipples and sucking them into his mouth, first one side and then the other. His beard only adds to the sensation. I feel his hands moving against my thighs, but I don’t realize his intent until I sink down and his bare cock is there. I reach down and hold him still as I rub