Gifting Me To His Best Friend - Katee Robert Page 0,20

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.”

Holy shit.

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 feel each other 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.