Gifting Me to His Best Friend

by Katee Robert

  “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 myself along his length. “Just another toy?”

  “Aren’t you empty, baby? Wouldn’t it be good to be filled with that toy in your hand?”

  Now it’s my turn to play the reluctant party. “I don’t know.” I arch up, offering him my breasts again. “I can’t think.”

  “Then don’t think.” He’s actively touching me now. Grabbing my ass and squeezing, his fingers skating down the lower curve to guide me forward and up. And then down his stomach, until the head of his cock is there. Derek exhales and then he’s there at my entrance. “Just a little, baby. Just the tip hardly counts.”

  “Derek, we shouldn’t.” But I roll my hips to take him inside. “Oh fuck, that feels good.” I do it again, working my way down his length. “Just one stroke. Just one isn’t really fucking.”

  “That’s right baby. Only one stroke doesn’t count.” He pulls me tight against him, sealing us together.

  He felt good behind me, but this position feels a thousand times hotter. Or maybe that’s the fantasy doing it, playing at cheating on my husband. I rock on his cock, but he doesn’t let me put any distance between us. When I whimper, Derek leans back against the couch, reclining until my tits are in his face. “It’s still only one stroke as long as I don’t leave you.” He grinds me down on him, drawing forth another whimper. “And why would I want to leave this hot, tight pussy? You’re so wet, Emma. Just for me.”

  I dig my fingers into his hair and pull his head to my breasts. “I’m so close to coming. This is so wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this.”

  He keeps pulsing up into me, grinding me on his cock, against his stomach. It’s so fucking filthy, a complete violation of the rules we just created. “It’s only one stroke, Emma. Just one little stroke. It hardly counts.” He sucks hard on one nipple, making me whimper. “But, fuck, I could come from this stroke alone.”

  I’m so close, I’m panting. “You can’t, Derek. If you come inside me, he’ll know. He’ll catch us.”

  “It’s okay, baby.” He nips the underside of my breast and soothes it with his tongue. “If I come inside you, I’ll lick that pussy clean. I promise. He’ll never know that you were out here, riding my cock, taking me so fucking deep, using me like your own personal sex toy.”

  It’s too much. I come hard, writhing on his cock, moaning and whimpering and forgetting entirely that we’re supposed to be quiet. Derek keeps me sealed to him, something like wonder flickering across his expression. “Fuck, Emma. You’re perfection.”

  I feel loose and downright punch-drunk. I roll my hips, working myself on his cock as much as he’ll allow. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. We need to stop.”

  “Too late, Emma. Too fucking late. You’ve let me inside and I’ve spent seven long years thinking about how I’d fuck you if given a chance.” His hands tighten on my hips. “Do you really want me to stop?” A devastating grin spreads across his mouth. “Or do you want me to fuck you properly?”

  There’s only ever been one answer to that question, and it’s the one I give him now. “Don’t stop.”

  He loops an arm around my waist and turns, laying me down on the couch. I half expect him to cover me with his body, but Derek stays kneeling between my spread legs. He pushes my thighs up and wide and thrusts slowly into me. “I couldn’t see properly before.”

  I prop myself up on my elbows as best I can and watch his cock disappear into me, captivated by the sight. “You feel so good,” I gasp.

  “Looks just as good.” He pulls halfway out and delivers a series of shallow thrusts that have me fighting not to close my eyes. “You like the sight of my cock in your pussy, Emma? Spreading you so fucking wide and you just take it, don’t you? You’re greedy for it.”

  “Yes.” I moan, cupping my breasts and plucking at my nipples. He promised to fuck me properly, but he’s teasing and it’s driving me crazy. “Hurry. He might wake up.”

  “Fuck no, I’m not rushing this.” He sinks into me to the hilt and then starts his slow retreat. “Look down, Emma. That’s not your husband’s cock that’s wet with your orgasm. It’s not Grayson’s cock inside you right now, making you feel so good. It’s not his cock that you’re practically begging for.”

  His words are dirty and a little mean and I eat them up. I flop back onto the couch and run my hands up his arms and over his chest. “You’re right. It’s
not his cock spreading me so wide right now.” I skate my fingers down his stomach. “It’s yours.” I finally, finally, look up into his eyes. He’s looking at me like he never wants this to end, like he’s as caught up in the whole thing as I am. I lick my lips. “Fuck me hard, Derek. Make me come so hard, I have to muffle my screams or I’ll wake him up and he’ll come in here and see you fucking me with that giant cock of yours.”

  He loops his arms under my thighs, holding me open for him even as he leans down and presses his big body against mine. Derek kisses me as he keeps up that slow, thorough fucking. He leaves my mouth and kisses along my jaw and lowers his voice. “Do you remember that trip three years ago?”

  Instantly, I know what he’s talking about.

  Another holiday vacation, another destination. This one was in the Caribbean, a massive suite that Grayson had insisted on because there was no reason for us and Derek to have separate hotel rooms. I draw in a shuddering breath and kiss his shoulder, his neck. “You went to bed early.” I moan as he thrusts deep and grinds into me, the angle rubbing against my G-spot. “Grayson and I had a few more drinks.”

  “You did more than that.” Derek’s picking up his pace slowly, working that spot inside me with each swivel of his hips. “I came out for some water and there you were on the couch. He had your top shoved up and was worshiping those perfect breasts of yours.” He nips my earlobe. “And then he pulled off your skirt and ate that pretty pussy.”

  I go still. “You were watching that long?” I’d seen him, but not until later, and then only a glimpse. I thought he’d walked in and almost instantly retreated. That was hot on its own. But what he’s describing? “I didn’t see you.”

  “No shit you didn’t see me.” He chuckles against my skin and bends down to kiss along the upper curves of my right breast. “You were too busy riding your husband’s mouth. Digging your hands into his hair and rubbing your pussy all over his face like the wanton thing you are.”

  I remember. It’d been so dirty to have Grayson going down on me when Derek could walk in on us at any time. I hadn’t tried to be quiet. “And then I pushed him down onto the floor and rode his cock.” That was when I’d looked up and saw Derek standing in the shadows of the hallway, watching us hungrily. I hadn’t tried to cover myself, hadn’t even thought of stopping. I’d just kept fucking Grayson until I’d come again. By the time we finished, Derek was nowhere to be seen and part of me had decided to pretend that I’d imagined it.

  “After seeing that, I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about how good you looked, how hot it was to watch you.” He kisses me again and leverages himself up, his gaze raking down my body. “I went out to the living room again later, half hoping you were doing some of your late night reading.”

  I inhale sharply. “I wouldn’t be able to pretend I didn’t know you saw us if you had.”

  “I know.” He cups my breasts together and lavishes them with his mouth. He’s still got my legs spread obscenely and it’s almost uncomfortable, but I don’t care because his cock is impossibly deep in this position and I love how his mouth feels on my nipples. “I wouldn’t have said a single damn thing.”

  Another orgasm is bearing down on me, so powerful I can barely speak. “No?”

  “No. I would have knelt in the exact same position Grayson did.” His voice has gone as hard and rough as his fucking. “Just flipped up that skirt and kissed that pussy hello. And after you came all over my face, I’d be fucking you. Just. Like. This.” He bites my breast, just hard enough to hurt, hard enough to make me moan, loud and long. “So deep in that pussy, aren’t I, Emma?”

  “Yes,” I gasp.

  “Let me fill you up.” He barely sounds like himself. “Let me pump you full of my come, baby. I promise he’ll never know.” Derek thrusts into me hard. “I like the idea of you going back to him with me dripping down your thighs. A reminder that you might be married to him, but this pussy belongs to me.”

  Grayson’s voice sounds from far too close. “I hardly think so.”

  Chapter 8

  We both freeze. I look over, my heart in my throat, to find Grayson standing on the other side of the coffee table, watching us. “I can explain.” I push at Derek, but he doesn’t move, his cock still half inside me.

  Grayson arches his brows. “By all means. Don’t stop on my account. My best friend is balls deep in my wife while I was in the next room. If you’re that fucking shameless, you’re shameless enough to keep going.”

  “Grayson—”

  But Derek has a strange look in his eye. Just like before. Almost as if he’s angry. “She was feeling needy. I took care of her. Simple as that.”

  “Simple as that.” Grayson narrows his eyes and rounds the coffee table in slow, measured steps. I watch him, my heart beating so fast I feel light-headed. He looks furious, so furious this might be real if not for the hard-on pressing against the front of his pants.

  “Yeah, simple as that.” Derek lifts himself a little, which sinks his cock deeper into me. “And maybe she was craving my cock.”

  “Your cock. Your come.” Grayson finally looks at me, his gaze lingering where Derek’s cock spears me, moving up over my stomach to where my breasts are reddened from his mouth and beard, finally settling on my face. “You want my best friend’s come, wife?” He doesn’t wait for me to formulate an answer. “Then you’d best take it.”

  Grayson moves, quick as a snake, and wraps his hand around Derek’s cock, forcing the other man out of me. I gasp and Derek groans, and we both watch Grayson jack him in shock. My husband is as intimidating as I’ve ever seen him, blue eyes stormy, his jaw clenched. “But that’s my pussy, and I’m the only one who comes in it. You have to earn that privilege, Derek, and you sure as shit won’t do it by fucking my wife behind my back.”

  Derek is gasping like he’s running a marathon, his gaze glued to Grayson’s fist around his cock. And then he groans, low and sexy, and he’s coming. Grayson points his cock at my pussy, directing his come in spurts across my heated flesh. I flinch at the feeling, but I can’t help spreading my thighs even wider, nearly whimpering by how dirty this is.

  Grayson shoves Derek back onto the couch and the other man allows himself to sprawl there, shock still written across his features. My husband drives two fingers into me. “You want his come, Emma? You’re so desperate for another man, for my best fucking friend, that you’re out here like a little slut, taking his cock deep? I’ll give you his come.” He withdraws and drags his fingers through Derek’s come, shoving them deep again. Again and again, until he’s driven nearly every bit inside me.

  I can’t stop shaking. I’m trying to hold still, but I can’t help lifting my hips in invitation every time he touches me. “Please.”

  “Please what?” He palms my pussy, smearing his hand through the stickiness left over. “You go through all that effort to fuck someone else and he doesn’t give it to you right?” He looks at Derek and laughs harshly. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you how it’s done.”

  Grayson and I have played countless games over the years. I have never, ever seen him like this. Almost cruel in the sexiest way possible. He flicks a look at me and raises his brows. “Well, Emma? You need this cock?”

  “Yes.” I reach for his pants with shaking hands. “Yes, I need your cock. Please. Right now.”

  “That’s right, baby. You don’t have to go anywhere else to get what you need, do you?” He stands up and steps out of his pants. I lick my lips at the sight of his cock, as if I didn’t have him down my throat earlier tonight. Grayson scoops his arm under my waist and practically drops me on top of Derek. We both freeze, but my husband doesn’t hesitate to grab my hips and sink inside me. For all the filthy talk of Derek’s massive cock, Grayson is just as big, and he knows how to hit all the right places, exactly what it takes to get me off.

  He’s fucking me on top of Derek.

  Grayson braces one hand on either side of my hips—on either side of Derek’s hips—and sh
oots 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.”