Give Me More (Salacious Players’ Club)

Isabel

My fingers claw against the sheets as Drake enters me with force. And just like that…Drake and I are having sex. How did this happen? And when he slams in again at an angle that makes my toes curl and my next breath leave my body in a raspy moan, I wonder…why didn’t we do this sooner?

When I lift my gaze again, my eyes find Hunter, watching from a perched position on the chair. He looks anything but relaxed as he watches, and I wonder if this is what he wanted. Are we giving him the high he was chasing? Right now, he looks like he might fly out of that seat at any moment, but his hooded gaze and heavy breathing seem to signify that he’s enjoying this. There is a wildness in his eyes, and they are dancing between my face and Drake’s.

Every rational thought in my head is blown away as Drake violently pounds into me, the walls of my pussy clenching around him. A raw, guttural moan claws its way out of my chest as my forehead falls to the mattress of the bed.

“More,” I cry out, so he slows his thrusts, making each one a violent pounding that practically rattles my bones, but God…does it feel good. I let out another groan, each one a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“You can be rough with her,” Hunter says from his place across the room. “She likes it.”

“Oh yeah?” Drake replies, and then there’s a fist in my hair and he yanks me upright, so his mouth is against my cheek. He’s still buried deep as he whispers, “This is the best pussy I’ve ever fucked, you know that?” He thrusts again. “The best.”

Winding my arm back, I loop it around his neck and pull his lips to mine, desperate for a taste of his mouth—dying for a taste of those sweet words. And he kisses me with fervor, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth, humming against my mouth as he thrusts inside me. For a moment, as we are entangled in our lust, I almost forget my husband is watching. It’s just us—me and Drake—and it doesn’t feel wrong or weird. It feels right.

Then I feel Hunter’s eyes on us and a new bolt of electric excitement courses through me. I love knowing he’s here, almost as if he’s a part of this too.

Without warning, Drake’s thrusts are gone, and I’m being flipped onto my back, then tugged closer by my legs, as Drake lays his body over mine and enters me again. My legs wrap around him as he moves, and I gaze up into his eyes, loving the ability to see his face while he fucks me. I still can’t believe this is happening, but it’s everything I never knew I needed.

His large body engulfs mine as he drives his hips relentlessly: hard, bruising thrusts that set my body on fire.

“Don’t stop,” I cry out as the muscles in my legs begin to seize.

“I don’t ever want to stop,” he mumbles quietly, so quietly Hunter probably doesn’t hear.

Reaching up, I touch his face, running my fingers through his thick, shoulder-length hair draped over his face, as he finds a fast rhythm. When our eyes meet, electricity soars between us, a connection so intense, my heart splinters and cracks at the intensity. I realize just how much I care about this man—as more than just a friend. Feelings I never allowed myself to feel before. Feelings I never gave a name to before.

With that, I’m soaring. My body seizes up around him, pleasure rippling through every vein. He keeps up this cadence, clearly struggling to hold out long enough to let me finish as I moan my way through an earth-shattering orgasm.

Once my limbs relax around him, he pounds into me one last time before shuddering out one long groan and filling the condom between us. When he relaxes, resting his chest against mine, I feel his heart beating quickly as he tries to steady his own rapid breaths.

I’m on a cloud somewhere in the heavens. No longer on earth.

My husband’s voice drags me back to the surface. “Bring her to me.”

Opening my eyes, I gaze up at Drake as he pulls his warm body away from mine and lifts me deftly off the bed and carries me over to my waiting husband. He’s still in his chair, pants unzipped and hard cock out and waiting for me.

The craving to be in his arms is visceral. I need him, but I also don’t want to lose Drake’s tender touch either. I take one last kiss from Drake’s lips before I’m straddling Hunter. He takes my mouth hungrily as if he’s trying to kiss his friend’s taste from my lips. His grasp is fierce as he holds me, and I do the same, clawing at his neck, trying to deepen our embrace as I lower myself onto his hard length.

The moment he slides inside me, we groan in unison. Then, I rest there, holding him inside me as we devour each other’s mouths.

“I love you so fucking much,” he growls into our kiss.

“I love you,” I reply.

I want his pleasure, the comfort and familiarity of his touch, the sense of home and safety I feel when I’m in this man’s arms. I want Hunter inside my body and my soul because that is where he belongs. He is as much a part of me as my own heart is. And I know by the way he grips me tightly, staring ardently into my eyes with so much love, that he feels the same. Not a moment in our ten-year relationship have I ever felt an ounce of anything missing. Not love or attention or lust or desire. Hunter signed over his entire soul to me the day we got married, and I hold it dearly, like it’s my own.

“It was so hot watching him fuck you, Red,” he mumbles against my mouth as I slide up and down on his cock. His words light a fire inside me and I pick up speed. “I want him to see how good my girl is. How perfect this pussy is.”

I let out a moan as I slam down on his lap a little harder. His fingers dig into my hips as he moves me faster until I feel myself starting to rev up again, pleasure lighting its way up my spine.

Our lips barely leave each other’s as his cock starts to tremor and flinch inside me, and I scream through my second orgasm, grinding my hips hard against him to chase the rapture of another violent climax.

My bones feel like they’ve turned to mush by the time Hunter and I have caught our breaths. When I finally lift up, his eyes are grazing the room, and I turn to see what he’s looking at, but before it registers, I already know.

Drake is gone.