Gifting Me To His Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo)

We move into the bedroom and I light a few carefully placed candles while they undress. I turn in time for Derek to pull me into his arms as Grayson moves to press against my back. They undress me as quickly as they undressed each other, and then the three of us are pressed together, skin to skin. I want to hurry and I want to slow down, and the warring impulses nearly tear me in two.

Grayson twines his fingers through my hair and I eagerly give in to the slight pressure that guides me to my knees. I wrap a fist around Derek’s cock and take him into my mouth. Was it really only six days ago that we had sex? It feels like forever. I suck him down, driven on by Grayson’s hand in my hair, by Derek’s soft curse.

I open my eyes to find them making out as I suck Derek’s cock. I grip Grayson’s cock with my free hand and move to suck him down. They allow me to switch back and forth a few times before Derek hauls me to my feet and takes the few steps to get us on the bed. He kisses me hard. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

Grayson presses against Derek’s back and kisses his neck. “We don’t have much time if Emma want us fucking by midnight.”

I’m already nodding. “I do. I really, really do. We can go slow later.”

Derek chuckles. “Always so ready to jump the gun. We have plenty of time.” He moves down my body. I try to pull him back up, but he’s so much stronger than I am. A thrill goes through me at how easily he ignores my tugging hands. I meet my husband’s gaze as Derek drags his tongue over my pussy.

This is happening. He’s here, really with us, really choosing us.

Grayson grins at me, looking happier than he has all week. He turns his attention to Derek. “Make her come. Then you can fuck her tight, wet pussy while I take your ass.”

Derek growls his agreement against me. But he doesn’t speed up. He takes his time reacquainting himself with my pussy, licking in thorough strokes that leave no part of me untouched. It’s so, so good. I feel fucking cherished, and the way Grayson sifts his fingers through Derek’s hair and guides him up to my clit only compounds the sensation.

This is real.

I try to hold out. I do. But the realization that I can have this whenever I want it, that this is the start of a new chapter in all our relationship… It pushes me over the edge as surely as Derek’s wicked tongue does. Mine. These men are mine and I’m theirs and I’ve never felt more loved than I do in this moment.

Derek moves up my body and guides his cock into me. One inch at a time, sliding deeper by increments until we’re sealed together. He frames my face with his big hands and looks down at me with his heart in his eyes. “I love you. I didn’t say it before because I’m a fucking asshole, but it’s the truth.” He glances at Grayson as my husband approaches with a bottle of lube in his hand. “You already know I love you, but I’m saying it again now.”

“I know.” He sees the look on my face and bursts out laughing. “I’m kidding, Emma. You should appreciate the reference.”

“Not right now.”

Grayson sobers. “I love you too, Derek. Always have. This is just a new level of it.”

I glance at the clock. “Hurry.”

Derek thrusts into me, temporarily distracting me. “I like your superstitions, baby.”

“You’re about to get fucked by Grayson while you fuck me, so I just bet you do.”

He chuckles against my neck, but the sound turns to a moan as Grayson moves behind him. I don’t have to see clearly to know that he’s working his way into Derek’s ass. Then they begin to move, or maybe it’s Grayson who’s moving, his fucking causing Derek to fuck in turn. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. The only thing that matters is how perfect this is. The weight of them keep me pinned to the bed, helpless to do anything but take what’s given.

As the clock strikes twelve, Grayson reaches around Derek’s hip and strokes my clit with his thumb. Slowly. Teasingly. Like he wants this moment of pleasure to last as long as possible before we lose control.

Somewhere in the distance a cheer goes up and there are fireworks, but they’re nothing compared to what’s happening right here, right now. I kiss Derek, giving myself over to the feeling of him filling me so perfectly, to Grayson’s thumb moving in tandem with his strokes, working me closer and closer to orgasm.

It hits me between one heartbeat and the next, washing away every last bit of bad feeling that clung to me after this last week. None of it matters now. We’re here. We’re doing this. We’re starting something new and wonderful and hope is a beautiful thing in my chest.

Derek follows me over the edge, driving into me and coming with a low curse that curls my toes. He slumps onto me, barely managing to get himself braced on his elbows to keep some of his weight off me. Not that I care. I want to be smothered with both of them right now. His body moves easily with Grayson’s increasingly rough thrusts. It has me writhing around his softening cock despite my best efforts. “Oh fuck.”

Grayson’s laugh is strained. “Again, baby? You’re so greedy.” He doesn’t stop stroking my clit, doesn’t stop fucking Derek.

I don’t know if I come again, or if it’s just a second wave of the last orgasm. It doesn’t matter. Grayson shudders and his grip on Derek’s shoulder goes white-knuckled. I swear I actually hear him come on Derek’s back. Grayson presses a kiss to his neck and eases back. “Don’t move.”

“Couldn’t if I wanted to.”

My husband disappears into our bathroom and returns a few moments later with a washcloth. He takes his time wiping up his mess and then smiles down at us. “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year,” I murmur.

Derek eases out of me and moves to my side. “Get rid of that and get back here. I have six days of missing out on you two to make up for.”

Grayson’s smile widens. “I am so fucking happy that you’re here, Derek.”

A few minutes later, we’re all in bed together. It feels more perfect than I could have imagined. To be pressed between them, our hands wandering over each other’s bodies, followed by mouths. Followed by more fucking.

We finally manage to get some sleep sometime before dawn. I open my eyes to the sunlight streaming in through the windows. We forgot to close the curtains.

Derek lays sprawled out on our bed, his hand wedged firmly between my thighs as if he couldn’t resist touching me even in sleep. Grayson is pressed against his back, his shock of dark hair barely visible at the curve where Derek’s wide shoulders meet his neck.

I don’t know what the future holds. I know there will be challenges and difficulties just like there always are, but I have utter faith that we’ll be able to see our way through. We have so much history of friendship with Derek, it almost feels like he’s slipped seamlessly into our life.

Happiness bubbles up inside me and I scoot closer to Derek. Grayson’s hand comes around his waist and strokes my hip. Yes. This is so incredibly perfect, only made more so by the knowledge that it doesn’t end with the rising sun.

We can have this happiness, this joy, this perfection.

Forever.