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

Derek finally leans back, and we’re both panting as we stare at each other. His eyes contain something that’s almost like amazement. “The things I’m going to do to you, Emma.”

“Do them,” I whisper.

“I don’t know if thirty-six hours is enough.” He shakes his head, looking dazed. “It’ll have to be.” As if the deadline spurs him on, he kisses me again and snakes his hand down my stomach to slide into my panties again. This time, he’s not teasing. He tries a few different motions out of stroking my clit before he finds the one I like, a soft back and forth that will get me to the edge in no time. He keeps kissing me all the while, drawing my pleasure tighter and tighter, until I’m moaning and would be begging if his tongue wasn’t in my mouth.

Derek shifts down to kiss my jaw, using his touch to turn my face to the side. “Look at him, baby.” He murmurs. “You’re about to come on my fingers. Not his.”

I meet Grayson’s gaze as my orgasm takes me, catching a glimpse of something almost tormented before the pleasure becomes too great and I have to close my eyes. Derek draws it out, sending wave after wave coursing through my body until I feel positively boneless.

He moves, shifting back to kneel between my legs, and running his hands lightly over my body, following the path of the lingerie. “As much as I appreciate the wrapping, how the fuck do I get this off?”

Grayson answers before I can, his voice gone low and hungry. “It’s stretchy. Start at the top.”

Derek takes him at his word. He carefully fists the straps holding everything in place and tugs it down over my shoulders. The lingerie clings, and I half expect him to jerk it, but he moves methodically, easing it over my body inch by inch, freeing my breasts and then tugging it down my stomach and over my hips. A few seconds later, he’s got my legs free and I’m completely naked.

Somehow this feels a thousand times dirtier than wearing the extravagant lingerie. No one but Grayson has seen me like this, without a single bit of clothing and flushed from orgasm, in nearly a decade.

Derek smooths his hands up my legs. “Oh yeah, I like the present a lot, Grayson.” He reaches the tops of my thighs and parts my pussy with his thumbs. “So pretty and pink and wet just for me.” He licks his lips.

“I want your mouth.” I hardly sound like myself.

“One last order of business.” He doesn’t stop touching me, doesn’t stop exploring me with his thumbs as if he didn’t have his fingers inside me a few short minutes ago. “Grayson said you’re on birth control.”

I blink. I don’t know why, out of everything, it surprises me that my husband talked about my birth control with the man he wanted me to fuck. “Um, yes.”

“I’ve been tested recently.” His expression is painfully serious. “But if you’re not comfortable with me going bare, I won’t.”

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“She’s comfortable with it,” Grayson says.

eat flushes through my body at the idea of Derek’s cock inside me without a condom. “It’s reckless.” I reach down and hook the top of his lounge pants. “I’d have to be so reckless to let you fill me up.”

“That’s Emma’s way of saying she’s comfortable with it,” Grayson says drily.

Derek’s eyes darken as he watches me work his pants down his hips, making no move to help or hinder me. “Do you like the idea of going back to him while you’re all filled up with my come, baby?”

I have to pause because I can’t catch my breath. It’s like he’s tapping into my filthiest fantasies. “Sounds like you’re trying to make this pussy yours.”

Derek’s grin has my heart skipping a few beats. “For the next thirty-six hours, that’s exactly what it is. My pussy.” He braces one hand next to me and runs his other possessively over my body. Pussy, stomach, ribs, breasts, finally settling against my throat for the barest moment. “My Emma.”

I give his pants another shove, and he finally decides to help me, both of us engaging in a quick awkward shuffle that results in him naked. And holy shit. I prop myself up on my elbows so I can take him in, and Derek stays kneeling to let me look my fill.

He’s breathtaking. I’ve seen him plenty of times without his shirt, but seeing his thick torso leads into a thick cock framed by thick thighs… Perfection. He’s fucking perfect.

Grayson’s gifted in the cock area, too, but they’re shaped different. Derek’s dick has a curve that makes my whole body go tight. Or maybe I’m just going out of my mind at the idea of another cock inside me. At Derek’s cock inside me.

I reach up, distantly noting that my hand is shaking, and run it down his broad chest and rounded stomach. A simple touch, but one I’ve never allowed myself. Touching leads to other things, and that was always a place I’d never allow myself to go. Now it’s a nonissue; at least until the morning after Christmas.

I finally reach his cock and wrap my fist around him. Derek hisses out a breath, and I love that he’s enjoying my hands on him as much as I am. I give his cock a tug, towing him gently down toward me. He lowers slowly, letting me lead.

Wicked. This is so incredibly wicked. I drag his cock through my folds and up over my clit. “This is your pussy?”

He’s staring intently at what I’m doing, his body one long line of tension. “It’s about to be.”

I dip his cock inside me, just the tiniest bit, and then guide him back up to my clit. I’m toying with him, trying to snap his leash. From the slight shake as he holds himself back, I’m close to my goal. I circle my clit with the head of his cock. “Grayson fucks me so deep, Derek. So deep and so good. You think you can fuck me better?” Oh god, what am I saying? I don’t know, but I can’t stop. “You think you can make me come all over this massive cock of yours?”

“Baby, I’m willing to bet on it.” He knocks my hand away and fists his cock, resuming the motions I started, dragging himself over me. But he’s moving faster, the touch harsher. He notches his cock at my entrance. “It’s not really about how good he fucks, is it, Emma? You’re insatiable. You want to be bad, and it’s my cock that gives you that. The one you shouldn’t want, the one you’re practically panting for.” He pushes into me slowly, stopping with just his head inside me. “So, yeah, this pussy is mine. At least for now.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to respond. He just starts fucking me, wedging his big cock into me a few inches at a time, until he’s finally sheathed to the hilt. “How’s that cock feel?”

“So good,” I pant. “Jesus, you’re fucking huge.”

He gives me a wide grin. “And you take every inch, don’t you, baby?” Derek slides out of me slowly and then slams back in, jolting me up the couch. “That’s right. Greedy little pussy, I can feel you clenching around me like you don’t want to let me go.”

I can’t believe this is happening. That I’m on the couch in this vacation rental, getting speared by Derek’s massive cock. It feels like a fever dream, like surely this isn’t real, no matter how good it feels. “I don’t. Don’t stop.”

“Mmm.” He abruptly pulls out of me and pushes me onto my side, settling down behind me. Then he’s guiding his cock into me again, using one hand beneath my thigh to spread me up and hold me open for him. “Open your eyes.”

I didn’t even realize I had them closed. I obey and freeze. I’d almost forgotten Grayson is in the room with us. Shame coats me, but somehow only makes my need all-encompassing.

Then I register exactly what I’m seeing.

Grayson has his cock out. He’s stroking himself slowly, as if he wants to make this last, and his gaze coasts over us, jumping from Derek’s face to mine, to my breasts, to my pussy…and Derek’s cock. His jaw clenches and Grayson gives himself another rough stroke.

Derek moves slowly, an agonizing withdrawal followed by a devastating penetration. “Do you like watching my cock sink into your wife’s pussy, Grayson?” His voice hardly sounds like his own. “You get off on watching me spread her wide and force her to take it?”

“I’d think that’s obvious.” His voice has gone low with desire, but he still manages to sound drily amused.

“Can you really see it from way over there?” Derek hitches my thigh higher. “Don’t you want a better look at how I’m enjoying your present?”

Grayson laughs hoarsely. “If you want to make that pussy yours, you have a whole lot of work to do.”

My face flames at that. Of course he heard. He’s a bare six feet away. Even if we’re whispering, there isn’t any other sound to detract from it. He’ll hear everything.

I just didn’t expect him to get off on it as hard as I am.

Derek shifts, sliding his free hand between me and the couch and hooking it around to stroke my clit. “Show your husband how prettily you come on my cock, Emma.” He sounds almost angry. “Then I’m going to eat that pussy until you scream my name.”

For all his anger, he keeps fucking me slowly. Derek alternates stroking my clit with spreading my pussy lips as if wanting me wider yet. Even as wet as I am, it’s taken more than few strokes to get to the point where he can slide into me easily. Through it all, he keeps murmuring filth in my ear.

“That’s right, baby. You like the feeling of my big cock inside you. So fucking deep.” His breath hitches. “Can’t get enough of this, can you?”

“No.” I’m writhing, but he’s got me too thoroughly pinned. He’s not moving any faster than he wants to, no matter what I want. “God, just fuck me, Derek. Please.”

He lowers his voice until it’s barely a whisper, these words just for me. “I’ve wanted you for seven fucking years, Emma. Seven years of vacations and listening to him make you come in the next room. Seven years of swimsuits just begging to be untied. Seven years of you looking at me a little too long when you get tipsy, inviting me to drag you off somewhere dark and taste that pussy.” He keeps grinding into me, his fingers stroking my clit in the way I need. “To do more than taste you. One kiss and we wouldn’t be able to stop. I’d be inside you just like I am right now. Fucking you while your husband is in the other room, totally unaware.”

His words make this hotter, dirtier. It doesn’t matter that they aren’t the truth. They’re just fantasy; the evidence of that is six feet away with his cock in his fist.

But that’s how I like my fantasies. The dirtier, the more forbidden and wrong, the better.

I twist a little to catch his mouth in a quick kiss. God, he tastes so good, I can’t stand it. It takes no effort to spin out a new fantasy, wicked and taboo. “I want that.” I twist back to look at Grayson, at my husband who will give me anything. “I want it to be wrong. Dirty. Like we shouldn’t.”

Derek goes still behind me, but Grayson knows me well enough to anticipate my needs. He raises his brows. “You want Derek to seduce you as if it’s the first time.” Grayson gives his cock another stroke. “You want to be bad, baby. To pretend that I didn’t give permission.”

I search his face, but there’s none of the recrimination I probably deserve. “If that’s okay.”

Grayson laughs. “Emma, if you think I’m not going to jack myself to the sound of you fucking out of sight, you don’t know me as well as you think you do.” He gives a surprisingly happy grin. “Anything for you, baby.” He crooks his fingers at me. “But if you want penance, you can suck my cock right now before you go play with him. Finish me off.”