Consensual Infidelity

by Shayla Kersten

Her hands gripped the covers beneath her as her hips bucked against the ticklish touch.

  Brady chuckled against her stomach.

  His hot breath added to the flush of heat searing her skin. Cold fear dissipated as she closed her eyes, losing herself in the passion of the moment.

  Fingers curled around the waist of her jeans. “Lift up.” Brady’s gaze met hers.

  Her body obeyed and was rewarded by Brady sliding her jeans down her body, threading them off her legs. He left on her panties. The dip of her boy-cut panties left her lower stomach open to more of his mischief.

  Kisses trailed along the edge of the lacy waistband. The reverse trip involved lots of wet tongue.

  Denise shuddered, clenching the blanket harder to stave off the urge to pull him away. Tell him she’d changed her mind.

  “You’re so gorgeous.” His hands ran up her sides then gripped the hem of her shirt. “Take this off?”

  “Yeah.” Sitting, she tugged the shirt over her head.

  Brady reached around her then unclasped her bra. One hand slid forward, pulling the bra until the material dropped from her breasts, straps sliding down her arms. His other hand flattened against her back, holding her upright.

  Her breath caught when he leaned down. The pink of his tongue flickered between his lips as he reached her already stiffened nipple.

  “Damn.” Her pussy clenched when he suckled her sensitive flesh. Her hands flayed a little in the air then settled on the back of his neck.

  The tight pull and pressure of his mouth sent fissures of desire crackling across her skin, digging into the core of her desires.

  “Need you.” Words never more true than now. She needed him in every way…and always.

  “We’ll get there.” His lips met her in soft kisses.

  Denise clutched the back of his head, pulling his mouth closer. Her desire pushed her toward hard, needy kisses. Make the most of the passion.

  Brady’s strength overpowered her need. His hands gripped her shoulders, pushing her down on the bed. “Relax, baby.”

  Yeah, right.

  His lips teased the thin cotton of her panties as he moved lower. “I want to taste you.”

  Pleasure shuddered through her. Her eyelids slid closed in anticipation. A deep breath filled her lungs. With a long sigh, she forced her tense muscles to relax. She cleared her mind of turmoil, of conflict, pushing aside her doubts while her body absorbed his touch.

  His fingers dug into the waist of her panties, fingernails scraping gently down her skin.

  She lifted her legs, allowing him to slide off her underwear.

  Gentle touches swiped back and forth across her stomach. Cool air added to rising goose bumps on her skin.

  A soft chuckle and the scrap of a drawer opening forced her to look.

  Brady’s lips were twisted in a broad grin. His right hand held a slender vibrator. Not the first time Brady had dipped into her toy chest but the thought of dildos set an idea brewing, and her pulse raced.

  The cold tip plowed a slow furrow between her already moist folds. Although she expected it, the gentle purr of the vibe’s lowest setting made her gasp. Contact with her clit sent her fingers digging into the bedding.

  Brady pressed the toy into her pussy.

  Vibrations shivered through her body, pulsing outward like ripples in water. Her eyelids closed again. She arched her hips toward Brady as the vibe receded. Matching his pace, she met his next thrust.

  He kicked up the toy to the second setting. Every two or three strokes, Brady slid the dildo out of her then ran the tip against her aching clit.

  Short groans filled the air. Her groans. Words close to please threatened to escape. Things bordering on sentimental words. Like love. She bit her lower lip to keep from begging, from spilling her love or her doubts.

  A hot breath gave her little warning before Brady’s tongue dipped between her folds. A teasing flicker bombarded her clit with pleasure. The vibe went to the next level. Steady strokes pushed her closer to ecstasy. When Brady suckled her clit into his mouth, her body went into overdrive.

  Her hands flailed in the air then settled on his head. “Damn!” So close… So very close…

  The vibe slipped free from her pussy.

  “No!” Her neighbors probably heard her yearning howl.

  The buzzing dropped a level then circled her asshole. The sensitive ring of skin shot a jarring bolt of need through her.

  In spite of her bucking hips, Brady’s mouth latched onto her clit, sucking hard. The toy, slick with her juices, slid into her ass. With short strokes, the vibrations flooded her pussy.

  “Oh, shit!” Denise’s body exploded with ecstasy. Her clit went hypersensitive. Brady’s touch was too much. Way too much.

  Her fingers clenched his short locks of hair, tugging hard. “Too much. Too much!”

  The vibrator hit the floor with a clunk, still buzzing with a hollow sound. Brady lurched to his feet, yanking his T-shirt over his head. Next, his jeans went with flying fingers and kicking feet.

  “Fuck me. Please.” She couldn’t keep from begging. She reached for his dick, determined to get him inside her.

  He slapped away her hand. “Don’t touch. I’m liable to blow without any help.” His hands trembled as he ripped open a condom. “Hang on, babe. Getting there.” As he rolled the latex over his cock, he gritted his teeth. He yanked up her legs, pressing her calves against his shoulders.

  His heat invaded her hard and fast. Frantic strokes slapped her sensitive skin.

  Sweat rolled from his brows. Jaw clenched in furious concentration. “Can’t last long.”

  “Oh, yeah.” She climbed the short distance back to aroused heights. Not much more… “Come on, babe. Harder.” The realization she’d do anything for him stirred a perverse demon in her soul. “Fuck me like Jay’s going to plow your ass.”

  She flew off the edge as Brady’s strokes deteriorated to pumping jerks grinding against her clit.

  “Damn! So foul mouthed…” Leaning forward, he scooped his arms around her thighs and pushed her legs almost to her chest. Hard kisses interspersed his words. “Love. That. About you.”

  Love. That word again. Her heart kept telling her she should get used to hearing it. She loved Brady, no matter what her mind said. Enough to let Brady experiment with Jay. Enough to let him go if he needed more than he could get from their relationship.

  The buzzing vibrator interrupted her thoughts. “Wonder what that sounds like to the downstairs neighbors…

  “Shit.” Brady buried his head in her neck. “Don’t want to move.”

  His weight pinning her to the mattress grounded her. “Me either.” Ever.

  Kisses fluttered along her neck then he rose, arms extended. “But…”

  “Yeah.”

  She missed the fullness of his length inside her even as he pulled free. With a sigh, she moved up on the bed then pulled down the covers. As early as the hour was, she should get up but cuddling in bed sounded like a better idea.

  Brady’s bare ass wagged in the air as he fished the vibrator from under the bed.

  Her idea solidified. A last-ditch effort to satisfy Brady’s needs and still get her way. Without confrontation or admitting jealousy. Or anything else significant.

  “Got it!” The vibrator silenced, Brady held it up with a grin of victory.

  “Come back?” She patted the bed at her side.

  “Oh, yeah.” He tossed the vibe on the nightstand as he scrambled in beside her.

  His arms wrapped her in a sense of security. Instead of having an honest conversation, she faked a yawn to buy time for her plan to gel. She snuggled deeper into his arms. “I didn’t sleep too well last night. Something kept me up late.”

  Brady chuckled into her hair. “I had the same problem but mine involved work. Bet I could have found something to wear you out once shift was over.”

  “Like tonight.”

  “Wore you out, huh?” His grin bordered on pride for his
efforts.

  “Can you stay?” Denise always asked even though he always agreed. She never assumed he’d spend the night. Assumptions like that seemed too possessive. Every fiber in her body willed him to say yes. For her emerging plot to work, she needed him here.

  “Sure.” He slid down under the light covers, curling his body next to hers.

  Now to stay awake until he fell asleep. A rare male who didn’t mind a little cuddle, he didn’t last long. He was too hot natured. Before he fell asleep, he’d move away and kick off the covers.

  “Feels nice.” She ended her sentence with a not-so-fake yawn. Her sleep last night had been interrupted with torrid dreams of Brady and Jay. Lowering her eyelids, she feigned sleep, hoping he’d drift off.

  “Love you…”

  His soft words—almost inaudible—made her heart skip a beat. The urge to sit up screaming she loved him too shocked her to the core of her soul.

  But had his words come because she sanctioned the rendezvous with Jay? If she backed out now, she could lose him.

  The sudden revelation kept her alert. She suppressed a sigh of relief as he rolled away. The covers lasted only a few seconds longer than the cuddling. A soft snore announced his rapid descent into slumber.

  Denise eased over until she faced him. She let her gaze wander down his back. His arms tucked around a pillow under him emphasized the taut muscles across his shoulders and back. With the leg on top cocked, his ass tilted toward her. Nice ass. She could understand why Jay found him attractive.

  The idea of a dick plowing Brady still sent a shudder of heat through her. If only…

  Time to put her half-baked idea into play. Couldn’t hurt to try. “Right?”

  Chapter Four

  “Oh…” Brady’s dreams had never been so…physical. His hips rolled forward, pressing his hardening cock into the mattress. “Yeah…”

  A mix of hot and cold shivered across his skin. As he pushed back his ass, a rush of pleasure teased through his groin.

  “Yeah…” He tightened his ass cheeks, closing his hole around a hard— “What the fuck?”

  “Do you like it?”

  Denise’s light tone seemed laced with something darker but Brady blamed it on grogginess.

  “I mean, turn-about’s fair play and all…”

  “Yes. But…” Whatever it was slowly fucking him pressed deeper, hitting his prostate. Sensations shot through his lower body. “Oh, yeah!”

  “Just wait until I turn it on.”

  “Huh?” His sleep-drugged mind wasn’t very with it. Not to mention the distraction of his girlfriend fucking his ass.

  A gentle vibration buzzed from the dildo, putting sense to her words.

  His cock filled to full hardness. “Oh, fuck!” His hips pushed back and forth, taking the vibrator deeper with each stroke. “Denise…” Each swipe against his prostate rocked pleasure through him.

  “Don’t come yet.” Soft lips kissed one ass cheek. “I have something else to try first.”

  Don’t come? His girlfriend wakes him up fucking his ass and she says don’t come? “Oh, God, you’re amazing!” He twisted his neck around until he could see her. A quick wink, a waggle of eyebrows and an evil grin greeted him.

  “Thanks.”

  The vibrations stopped but he could still feel the tingle in his ass.

  “Now for the big boy.”

  “Big boy?” Brady almost cried when she slid out the vibe.

  “Yeah.” Her hand dipped to a spot on the bed hidden by her body. “This is the big boy.”

  A dildo, long and thick, with realistic veins. The base formed a set of balls but the bottom was flat.

  “Oh, shit.” His body jerked with a flash of desire and the memory of Jay’s cock tempting him.

  “Here.”

  As if she could read his mind, or maybe he licked his lips, Denise pressed the tip against his mouth.

  “Think you could handle something so big between your lips?”

  Brady suckled the crown of the toy. The soft rubber had a strange taste, a different texture from his brief encounter with Jay’s dick.

  “I’m going to fuck you with it.” Denise’s hard gaze seemed almost angry.

  “Please…” The whimper in his voice surprised him. A flash of memory displayed the various pieces of equipment in Jay’s apartment and set his body humming.

  Pushed to his knees… Jay’s cock in his face. The idea of being strapped in the sling or the stocks, of Jay and Denise taking advantage of his helplessness.

  Suppressed need surfaced as he begged again. “Please…yes.”

  Denise’s head cocked to one side and an eyebrow rose gracefully over her eye. “On your knees.”

  Her words were half-order, half-question, as if she wasn’t sure he’d mind. Brady obeyed, scrambling to his hands and knees, presenting his ass for her pleasure. His joy. “Oh, yeah…” Brady’s cock responded, fast. Hard as a rock in seconds, Brady discovered the initial flush of desire over Jay’s equipment was more than he suspected.

  At the same time, fear curled through the pit of his stomach. What would Denise think? After all, he thought Carly was his perfect woman until she tried to destroy his life.

  “Wait…” Part of him desperately wanted to play along but a flash of his ex’s disgusted expression disrupted the moment. Of the words she had spewed at him… His whole body stiffened. “Stop.”

  Denise pulled away. “Okay. Sorry. I just thought—”

  “No. That’s okay.” Brady rolled away, settling on the edge of the bed. His cock still maintained serious interest in the idea. As much as he wanted to go through with Sunday, he wasn’t so sure the move was wise.

  “What’s wrong?” Denise’s hands rested on his shoulders. The bed dipped and rolled until she snuggled up behind him with her knees wedged on either side of his hips. Her fingers kneaded the tension in his muscles.

  “I…ah, I don’t want to lose you.” The words almost choked him. He wanted what she offered. He needed the threesome with Jay—desperately—but his memory dredged up Carly’s hateful words. What if Denise ended up hating him too?

  “Lose me? You won’t.”

  Soft lips teased his neck. A puff of breath warmed his skin. “I want to go through with Sunday. With tonight.” Denise’s arms wrapped around his neck. One hand dropped to his chest. Fingernails combed the sparse spread of chest hair.

  “Then we do it. Whatever you want.”

  Her sigh of relief didn’t reassure him. The truth needed to come out. “Until the other night in the bar, I’d only told one other person I was bisexual.”

  “Really?”

  “An old girlfriend. Actually, my ex-fiancée.” In for a penny…

  “Fiancée?”

  Denise’s hug loosened. The pressure of her body eased away from his back just a little. “Yeah. She wasn’t…quite as excited as you were when I told her.” Brady wrapped his hand around Denise’s wrist, holding her arm against his chest in a relaxed grip. If she wanted to move away, she could but he didn’t want her to. “Called me a faggot. Told me she never wanted to see me again. Even told all our friends.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  Her hug tightened again, almost too much around his neck. “I lied. Told our friends I broke up with her and she was spreading rumors to get back at me. She lost friends she’d had for years because of me.” His throat tightened. Shame flushed his skin with heat.

  “She was in the wrong. No matter her feelings, the secret wasn’t hers to reveal.” Denise kissed the side of his face. “I’d never do you that way.”

  “I believe you. I think that’s why I let the beer and the mood take over the other night. I wanted you to know but could never find the right moment to tell you.”

  “But with Jay there, you could always back down, say it was a joke?”

  “Yeah.” Relief washed through him. “I hoped you’d understand. I mean, your best friend is gay. And after getting to know you, I wanted you to know the truth
.” A pinch tightened his chest muscles. “I never expected you to humor me. I’m glad it’s out now but I don’t want you to think less of me. For wanting Jay or wanting…to take part in his…” Brady turned his head so he could watch her expression.

  “Particular fetish?”

  “Yeah. That.”

  Her gaze misted over as the corners of her eyes crinkled with her smile. “I would never judge you for wanting any of it.” Her tone seemed almost sad. Her voice cracked around the words. “How many times have you handcuffed me to the bed? Or anything else handy? And my toys? I’m not exactly straight laced. It’s not as if I’d never had a relationship before you. My past isn’t exactly all pure and vanilla.”