by Krista Wolf
“I… don’t think I would’ve minded.”
The words just tumbled out. But the impact they had was immediate.
“Seriously?”
Damon had stopped moving, mid-stroke. Half in and out of me, his hands flexed. His fingers dug dimples into the supple flesh of my ‘amazing’ little ass.
“Sure,” I said, rolling with it. “I mean I guess so.” My mouth was dry. I couldn’t believe what I was saying. “It’s only Saxon.”
Only Saxon.
Holy shit, did I say that? Then again, it was true. He and Finn were our closest male friends. Physically and emotionally, we’d shared practically everything with them.
Damon started up again, pumping me slowly. He felt even harder now. Bigger than thicker, if that were possible.
“What if…”
My fiancé paused, clearing his throat. He kept on bouncing though.
“What would you say if I did show him?”
The rising heat spread outward even more. It was overtaking my entire body now.
“Did you?”
“Yes.”
A lump formed in my throat. It was a good lump.
“And what did he say?”
“He said they were the hottest pictures he’d ever seen.” Damon took a long, shuddering breath. “And that I was very very lucky.”
I was stunned. Floored. Flattered and turned on. All at once.
Apprehensively I asked the next question.
“Which ones did you show him?”
“All of them,” Damon answered without hesitation. “I showed him everything.”
I could feel a new flood of warmth now, way down between my legs. The thought of Saxon seeing those photos… of seeing me like that! It was too hot to handle. Too incredible to just—
“He said you had the best lips,” Damon whispered, shoving all the way into me again. “That I was so, so lucky, because he could only imagine what those lips would feel like…”
He leaned over my back again, but this time he reached forward. I felt his fingers against my mouth, pressing, probing.
With a shuddering gasp my lips parted to admit them.
“I told him you give the greatest head in the world with these lips,” Damon murmured. His lips grazed me ear now, sending electric shivers down my spine. “I told him how tight they are, when you drag them up and down. How incredibly plump and wet they get, when you’re sucking me off.”
I moaned around his fingers, sucking them in and out of my mouth. I was in total heat. Damon knew it.
“Does it make you hot, thinking about Saxon like that?”
I nodded, moaning some more. Swirling my wet tongue around my fiancé’s fingers, as he rolled his hips tightly against me.
“Did it turn him on?” I gasped somehow. “Telling him all this?”
“Yes.”
“Did it make him wanna fuck me?”
The sentence left my throat before I could even process what I was saying. But Damon didn’t miss a beat.
“Hell yes.”
He started moving his fingers in and out of my mouth, even as he began pumping again from behind. His breathing was more rapid, now. His breath even hotter on my ear.
“It would feel amazing, wouldn’t it?” Damon growled. “Taking him into your mouth. Sucking him down your hot little throat…”
I squealed with joy as he rolled forward, burying himself deeper than any other thrust. The warmth was a fire now, burning inside me.
“Is that what you want?” I gasped, forming the words around his thick fingers. “For your friend to slide down my throat?”
We were past fantasy now, beyond the role-playing threesome talk we’d enjoyed after a few too many glasses of wine. No, this was all new territory for us. And the reason for that was simple:
Saxon was right in the next room.
“Answer me,” I gasped, feeling suddenly dirty and wicked. “Would you like that? For me to suck Saxon off while you fucked me?”
There it was, the name: Saxon. Up until now, our fantasies had been faceless. Nameless.
All of a sudden, it was all the more real.
“Yes…”
The word dropped like a bomb from Damon’s lips. A very sexy, very forbidden bomb.
Holy shit.
My heart was pounding now, thumping hard. My body felt like a million degrees.
“And would you let him?”
I couldn’t believe what I was saying! And yet, I totally could. Saxon was hot. Every bit as hot as Damon was, and sexy in all the same ways. It made perfect sense to want him. To fantasize about him. Especially in a position like this. Especially when he was just a room awa—
“Um-hmm.”
It was a grunt at the end of a thrust. A noise, barely escaping my fiancé’s lips as he ground into me.
But it was assent.
“You would?” I prodded, one last time. My heart was a jackhammer, thundering in my chest. “You’d really let him?”
I glanced back over my shoulder, to meet Damon’s gaze. His eyes were glazed with arousal as they locked on mine. He nodded.
“Then go get him.”
Three
DAMON
There were moments in life when time stopped. When everything around you just ground to a screeching halt, leaving you to gape in astonishment at the open-ended opportunities laid out before you.
In the past, I’d always acted. I’d always leapt off the cliff rather than backed away, firmly prepared to accept the consequences later on. In my mind, they were easier to deal with than the regret of not having jumped at all.
This was one of those moments.
“I’m serious,” I said, still buried inside her.
“Me too.”
Addison’s sly little grin widened. Her sapphire blue eyes flared with excitement and daring.
“Really? Go get him?”
“Uh huh.”
She whimpered softly as I pulled out of her, throwing my boxers back on as my erection looked up at me in surprise and astonishment. It didn’t go down though. I could drive railroad spikes with it right now, if I really wanted to.
“Do you think he’ll go for it?” Addison was asking.
I let out a disbelieving chuckle. “Are you kidding me?”
She was on her side now, her long legs scissored seductively. Her smooth, porcelain skin glowing pale blue in the filtered moonlight.
God she was so fucking gorgeous. I really was lucky.
I placed my hand on the doorknob, thinking about what I’d say. Wondering how I’d word such a request to my best friend, our best man for fuck’s sake. I imagined that in Addison’s mind, that somehow made the whole thing even hotter.
“Damon?”
She asked the question from the warmth of the bed we’d just been fucking in. Her lips were pursed, her beautiful cheeks a rosy pink hue. She had the body of a goddess, if the goddess were of sex.
“Yes?”
“This is really happening, isn’t it?”
I smiled back at her. “It sure fucking is,” I breathed. “Unless you tell me to let go of this door knob right now.”
My bride-to-be paused, then shook her head. “No way.”
“Alright then,” I grinned, and ducked back into the living room.
The room was dark, except for the glow of a tiny phone screen on the opposite end. Sprawled across the futon — his legs still hanging over — Saxon stirred and looked up at me.
“Everything alright?”
I padded over, naked except for my boxers. My body glistened with a thin sheen of sexually-charged sweat, as I tried covering the tent in my shorts with one casual hand.
“Everything’s fine,” I said. “More than fine, actually.”
“Good. Because—”
“You heard us fucking, right?”
My best friend’s shoulders went up instinctively, as he prepared to lie. My eyes stopped him, and instead he laughed.
“Yeah. Sure did.”
&nbs
p; There was very little bullshit when it came to Saxon, Finn and myself. There was just way too much history between the three of us.
“Was it good?” he grinned, trying not to be lascivious. “Sounded good.”
“It was…” I began, rubbing at my jaw. Shit, how exactly did you go about something like this? “I mean… it still is.”
“One last hurrah, right?” Saxon offered. “Your final performance as a single man, before you—”
“We want you to join us.”
There were only a handful of things in this world I could say that would leave Saxon utterly speechless. This was definitely one of them.
“You mean…”
“Yes. I do.”
My best friend in the whole world sat up, his phone forgotten.
“What about Addison? What did she say?”
I let out a little laugh. “It was her idea.”
That struck him. Saxon’s expression had gone from casual amusement to intrigue to total bewilderment, all in the span of thirty seconds.
“Mine too, I guess,” I added. “Bedroom fantasies and all that. I always thought it would be hot to—”
“Bro, are you serious?” Saxon swore.
“Dead serious.”
“Because if this is some kind of joke…”
I laughed again. “No joke, man. Follow me into the bedroom and see for yourself.”
He half stood up. When he looked at me again his eyes narrowed.
“You sure you’re okay with this?” he asked. “I mean this is your wife, Damon. Not some fun, crazy girl you don’t care about, who followed you home on a Friday night. This is Addison. The woman you’re actually going to marry.”
“I know.”
He glanced at the clock. “In just a few hours.”
“Exactly.”
“I mean—”
“Hey, are you gonna come help me fuck the hell out of my fiancé?” I said, laying it all on the line. “Or are you gonna disappoint her by sending me back through that door alone?”
Saxon looked down. I expected some joke about Addy and disappointment — one that had to do with my sex life, of course. Saxon never usually missed such an easy opportunity. But right now he was too stunned to make jokes. Running too many scenarios through his mind.
“Okay man,” he said, leaping to his feet. Though I could sense his nervousness, it was edged out by excitement. By the sheer adventure of what we were about to do. At that point, the grin on his face told everything.
“You sold me.”
Four
SAXON
Over the course of our lives, Damon and I had shared a lot of things. Bicycles. Popsicles. Video game collections. At one point we’d even shared the same pair of sneakers, passing the beat-up Nike’s back and forth before third and fourth period gym class.
But this…
My whole body was tingling as the door swung open. I was about to step over a threshold. Cross over a line that could never be uncrossed.
You sure about this?
My heart was pounding as my eyes adjusted to the dim moonlight. The room was warm and inviting. The air reeked of sex.
“See anything you like?”
Addison was on the bed, sprawled sexily in the same schoolgirl outfit from the photos Damon had shown me. She wore a white, button-down blouse that was half open. White knee stockings. Around her waist, a red pleated skirt was hiked up sexily to mid-thigh.
“See anything you like?” she asked coyly.
I couldn’t feel the hammering of my heart anymore, and that was maybe because it had stopped. I had no words.
“From what Damon tells me it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.”
My friend stood beside me, his hands on his hips. His expression was a mixture of amusement and surprise. It made me realize the dressing up part had been all Addison’s idea.
“So are you just gonna stand there?” Addison smirked. “You can’t exactly touch me from that side of the room.”
Somewhere along the line, the simple act of swallowing had become difficult. I cleared my throat and took a step forward. The first one was the hardest.
“So you want me to touch you, huh?”
“Oh yes.”
Addison turned over, onto her stomach. Reaching down with both arms, she hiked her skirt up just a tiny bit more.
“I want you to touch me all over,” she purred, as if the answer were obvious. “The both of you.”
My best friend’s girl always did have a million-dollar ass. I’d ogled it a few times at the beach. Snuck a peek or two during one of our ski weekends, as Addison got in and out of the hot tub.
But I’d never seen it like this.
“Didn’t Damon tell you what we want?”
We. The word changed things a little. It lent solidarity to their little fantasy. Told me that whatever we were about to do was okay with the both of them.
“He didn’t go into very many specifics…” I said, moving even closer. Soon I was only a step or two from the bed. “But I’m pretty sure I’ve got the idea.”
I caught a whiff of her scent now, which was all things delicious. Jasmine and vanilla… and sex.
“Pretty sure, huh?” she asked, sitting up. I was very sorry to see that ass go.
“Yes.”
“Well then maybe I should clear things up.”
Addison swung her beautiful legs off the end of the bed. Inching her ass forward, her schoolgirl skirt rode all the way up the tops of her porcelain thighs.
“Here...”
My breath caught in my throat as she reached for me.
“Let me help you.”
Her hands found the tie at the top of my sweatpants. Her long slender fingers began undoing the knot.
“So this is it?” I asked, glancing over at Damon. “One last crazy fling before the two of you put the rings on tomorrow?”
“Something like that,” my friend answered.
My sweats dropped, and Addison let out a squeal of delight to find I wasn’t wearing any boxers. A moment later, her warm hand snaked its way delicately around my mostly-hard erection.
“MMMMmmmm…”
She was at the edge of the bed now, almost the perfect height. With her gaze fixed on Damon’s, she began dragging my manhood along her face, kissing it gently.
“I don’t know if I’d call it a fling,” said Addison, “but it’s definitely crazy.”
She kissed the head, shifting those blue eyes to me. I became lost in them. So much that I shuddered involuntarily as her tongue flicked out, swirling hotly over the edge of my glans.
“We’ve been flirting with the idea of doing this for a long time now,” she said softly. “May as well be someone we love and trust.”
I felt all new heat, as the hand gripping me gently began sliding up and down. Addison shifted even further between my legs, smiling warmly.
Holy.
Fuck.
I did love her, of course. For one thing Damon loved her, and that was more than enough for me. But with Addison it went way beyond that. She wasn’t just fun or funny, she was witty as hell. Humbly intelligent. The kind of woman you started laughing with almost immediately, because within minutes of meeting her she made you feel comfortable and welcome.
It also didn’t hurt that she was breathtakingly beautiful. No, scratch that. More like knock you flat on your fucking ass gorgeous.
And now…
Now my best friend’s fiancé was closing her mouth over the head of my cock. Pushing me past her beautiful lips, and straight down her pretty little throat.
“Fuck…”
She was blowing me. Addison. My best friend’s girl. Hell, his soon-to-be wife…
It just didn’t seem real.
“You alright?”
A hand landed gently on my shoulder. I turned and saw Damon, grinning like a maniac.
“Ummm… are you?”
“Fan-fucking-tastic.”
He crawled onto the bed, sliding behind h
is bride-to-be. Pulling her hair back, he whispered something into her ear and she nodded.
“Good. Because I can’t wait anymore.”
Addison twisted to her knees and slid her legs back, rising up on all fours. Throughout the motion she never stopped sucking me. Never once took me from her mouth or her grasp.
“Baby you look amazing.”
My friend’s girl was on her elbows now. Face down. Ass up. Sucking me mercilessly as I played with the long blonde hair cascading over her blouse-covered back.
My God…
In the meantime Damon had hiked her skirt all the way up to her waist. Dropping his own boxers, he took hold of himself and positioned his body behind her.
“Ohhhh…”
He and I groaned at the same time as he sank all the way in.
ONE LUCKY BRIDE
IS NOW ON AMAZON!
Grab it now — It’s free to read
on Kindle Unlimited!
About the Author
Krista Wolf is a lover of action, fantasy and all good horror movies… as well as a hopeless romantic with an insatiably steamy, dirtier side.
She writes suspenseful, mystery-infused stories filled with blistering hot twists and turns. Tales in which headstrong, impetuous heroines are the irresistible force thrown against the immovable object of ripped, powerful heroes.
If you like intelligent and witty romance served up with a panty-dropping, erotic edge? You’ve just found your new favorite author.
Click here to see all titles on
Krista’s Author Page
Sign up to Krista’s VIP Email list to get instant notification of all new releases: http://eepurl.com/dkWHab