Gifting Me to His Best Friend

by Katee Robert

  Grayson isn’t done, though. “Maybe I’m feeling generous. Maybe I’d let him have a little touch…A little taste.”

  His words drive me over the edge. I come so hard I shriek, every muscle in my body going tight as pleasure cascades over me in waves, on and on, driven by the way Grayson fucks me, by the image he’s created.

  He follows me over the edge, holding me close. He rolls us onto our sides, his cock still inside me, and presses another kiss to the back of my neck. “You like that idea.”

  I can’t tell what he’s thinking with him behind me. His tone is dry, but it’s always dry. Even after seven years of marriage, I sometimes need facial expression cues to know if he’s being serious or joking. I try for a laugh, but it comes out forced. “I like you fucking me. You always make me come.”

  “Mmm.” He trails his fingers up my stomach, making me squirm…and then moan when I feel him hardening again.

  “Again?”

  “Call me inspired.” He cups my breasts, but seems content to stay seated deep inside me. The way he plays with my nipples is almost idle, distracted, and somehow that makes it even hotter.

  “Grayson.”

  “I like it, too,” he says abruptly.

  I freeze. “What?”

  “The fantasy. Having my fingers in your pussy while he watches. Watching his fingers in you, his mouth on you.” He hesitates. “Watching you ride his cock. I think I’d like that. I think I’d like it a lot.”

  I can’t stop myself from clenching around my husband’s cock in response to his admission, my body once again telling on me. “What are you saying?”

  Grayson hooks one hand under my thigh and lifts my leg wide to hook over his hip. He starts moving slowly, fucking me deep and thoroughly. “We play games all the time, act out fantasies. How is this any different?”

  “I don’t—” I gulp in a breath. “I can’t think with you doing that.”

  “Doing what?” He starts stroking my clit again and nips the sensitive spot where my shoulder meets my neck. “Doing this?”

  “Grayson, I’m serious. What are you saying?” Except I don’t sound serious. I sound like I’m asking him for permission. I don’t even know for what.

  “A new game, Emma.” He thrusts deep, and I can’t stop myself from moaning, loud and wanton. “I want to give you to Derek. One night. I want to watch him eat your pussy, make you come, fuck you.” He keeps driving my desire higher with his movements and words. “I want to wrap you up like a gift just to watch him rip the ribbons off you.”

  And then I’m orgasming again. My body screaming yes, yes, yes even as my mind is shouting of danger ahead. This time, Grayson doesn’t follow me over the edge. He pulls out and shoves me onto my back, and then he’s inside me again, stroking hard and deep. “Tell me you don’t want it and I’ll drop it.”

  I can’t think through the pleasure, can’t do more than cling to him as he stares down at me, demanding a truth I’m not sure we’re ready to have between us. “You’re buzzed. Lust-drunk. It’s a terrible idea.”

  Grayson stops moving and looks down at me. There’s something like vulnerability in his eyes. “Tell me the truth, Emma.”

  I open my mouth to lie, to send us veering back into safety, but I can’t look him in the face and speak anything but the truth. Not even about this. “It sounds hot as hell,” I whisper. “I could get off on being his gift alone, because you’re the one directing it.”

  He starts moving again, rougher this time. “And because you get off on being bad.”

  “Yes.” There’s no use denying that. We have too much history of playing that particular game. I love pretending I’m doing things I shouldn’t, love it when Grayson indulges me, letting me play the dirty little slut. It’s always worked for us, because it’s us.

  He drives into me one last time and buries his face in my neck as he comes. I stare at the ceiling and mentally prepare for him to take it all back. Dirty talking, playing out fantasies, anything said during sex doesn’t have to hold up to the light of day. We’re just playing. That’s all.

  Except as Grayson pulls out of me and arranges himself at my side, it doesn’t feel like playing. It feels like we’ve taken the first step down a road that could lead to the ruin of everything I hold dear in this world.

  He reaches up and cups my jaw, gently guiding me to look at him. “I meant what I said.”

  I lick my lips. “It sounds really sexy in theory but…”

  “If you don’t want to do it, we won’t.” He doesn’t move, doesn’t seem to breathe. “But I think you’re a hell of a better Christmas gift than the watch I got him.”

  “You can’t mean it.” When he just looks at me, I continue. “Grayson, even if I were reckless enough to say yes, this is the kind of thing that makes his visiting our house in the future weird. You’ll resent me. It will change things.”

  “Emma.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “How many times have we played strangers to each other?”

  I know where he’s going with this, but I answer honestly. “More times than I can count.”

  His blue eyes are oh so serious as he studies my face. “We’ve talked about you fucking a stranger while I watch almost as many times.”

  “Yes, a stranger.”

  “You aren’t safe with a stranger, baby. That’s why we’ve never done it. You’re safe with Derek.”

  My body might be, but there’s so many strings attached to this scenario, I’ll be entangled before we ever get to actually having sex. “He’s your best friend.”

  “Yes. And you’re my wife.” He brushes his thumb across my cheekbone. “You’re the two people I care most about in this world.”

  “But—”

  “Tell me you’re not attracted to him.” He’s still holding me frozen with his direct gaze. “Tell me you haven’t been eye-fucking him every time he walks around without a shirt.”

  “That’s not fair.” Not when Grayson does the same damn thing.

  “I’m not condemning you. I’m offering you a chance to play out a fantasy we’ve both wanted for a long time.”

  I sit up. I feel too panicked to hold still, but a selfish part of me wants to say yes and damn the consequences. It’s just sex, right? Derek and I have seven years’ worth of pent up desire to work out on each other; surely no matter what it’s like, fucking him can’t hold up against what I’ve built up in my head.

  Maybe it’ll be a good thing. Get it out of the way, rip off the bandage, take away the element of the forbidden.

  Or maybe I’m looking for an excuse.

  I take a slow breath, trying to calm my racing heart. “How will it work?”

  Grayson’s eyes light up. “I’ll talk to him about it tomorrow while we ski. Tomorrow night after we get back, I’ll put you under that giant Christmas tree in the living room and let him unwrap you.” He licks his lips. “It’s Christmas Eve, so the gift lasts through Christmas.”

  “Is that one night or two?”

  He studies me. “Two. Christmas Eve and Christmas. We leave the day after Christmas anyways.”

  “Right. I knew that.” I give myself a shake. “What happens if it changes things?”

  “We’re all adults, Emma. We can handle it.”

  I’m not so sure he’s right, but he’s offering me something I’ve fantasized about for years. One day, two nights. What’s thirty-six hours in the grand scheme of things? A small eternity and no time at all. Despite the fact that he just made me come twice, my pussy gives a pulse of need at the thought of going through with this. “Yes.”

  Chapter 3

  I spend the entirety of the next day a hot mess. I can’t concentrate enough to read, so I go a full pampering route, bathing and shaving and lotioning and primping until I feel moderately more in control.

  And I masturbate. A lot.

  Who can blame me?

  In a few short hours, my husband is going to gift me to his best friend and then watch us fuck. It’s the stuff dirty
fantasies are made of, and knowing that it’s going to happen only drives my chaotic desire hotter.

  I’m in the middle of one such session, laying on the bed and teasing myself with slow strokes of my fingers, when Grayson walks into the bedroom. He closes the door and leans against it, raising his brows even as his gaze zeroes in to where my fingers move between my spread legs. “Getting started early?”

  “I was missing you.” I pull at the ties of my robe so that it will part and expose my breasts. “Come here.”

  He undresses slowly, layer after layer of his winter gear, until he’s standing naked before me with his cheeks still pink from the cold. “You look good enough to taste.”

  “Come taste me then.”

  He’s tall enough to reach my spot on the mattress without climbing up and yanks me down toward him. “Derek’s taking a shower. We don’t have much time to get you ready.”

  My body thrills at the reminder of what’s coming next. “Better hurry,” I whisper.

  Grayson goes to his knees beside the bed and then he kisses my pussy. His cheeks are cold and his mouth is hot and I squeak a little as he sucks on my clit. There’s no teasing. He goes after me like he wants to remind me who I belong to, like he’s staking his claim before handing me off to another man.

  It’s so fucking hot.

  I sift my fingers through his hair and lift my hips to grind against his tongue. “I’m going to come too fast if you don’t slow down,” I gasp.

  He doesn’t. He just shoves me into an orgasm, fast and dirty. I’m still shaking when he lifts his head and presses a quick kiss to my mouth. “I got you something.”

  I reach for him. “Come here. I need you inside me.”

  “Nope.” He gives me another kiss. “It’s in the living room. Go get it while I’m in the shower and be back before I’m done.”

  I barely wait for him to walk into the bathroom to fix my robe and hurry out into the living room to see what he’s got me. I love presents as much as I love surprises, and Grayson indulges me shamelessly. I make it three steps into the room before I realize I’m not alone.

  Derek leans against the kitchen island. He’s down to his bottom layer, a skin-tight layer of pants and a shirt that leave absolutely nothing to the imagination. His lower half is as thick as his torso. Thick thighs. Thick calves. An ass just as biteable as Grayson’s, but in a different way. And his cock…Yeah, it’s pressing against that thin layer and letting me know he’s thick there, too.

  I jerk my gaze back to his face, suddenly remembering that my short silk robe leaves nothing to the imagination, either.

  We stare at each other for a long moment. I don’t know what to do. Do I pretend everything is normal? Do I ask him if he’s okay with this? Do I—

  He moves before I can decide on a path forward, pushing off the island and crossing to me. “Grayson said the damnedest thing to me today.”

  I start to cross my arms over my chest, but it just reminds me that I’m naked under the silk. “Oh?”

  “He said he wants to give me a special present for Christmas this year.” Derek stops close enough to touch. “A very, very special present this year.” His hazel eyes take me in. “You on board with that?”

  “Yes,” I whisper.

  He catches the tie of my robe with a single finger. We both watch as he tugs it loose and lets it drop. “I won’t touch you, Emma. Not until it’s official.” He doesn’t move, doesn’t seem to breathe. “But give a man something to look forward to.”

  I shouldn’t. I really, really, really shouldn’t.

  But then my hands are moving of their own accord and I’m running my fingers along the edge of my robe, letting it fall open. Derek sinks to his knees, his face right at pussy level, and inhales. “Fuck. He had his mouth all over you just now, didn’t he? Came in that room and showed your pussy how much he missed her today?”

  My legs are shaking nearly as badly as they did when I came against Grayson’s mouth. “Yes.”

  “Thought so.” He’s so close, I can feel his exhales against my damp flesh. Distantly, I can hear the shower still going. I should stop this, would never have done something as wanton as stand naked in front of Derek if Grayson wasn’t intent on us doing a whole lot more than looking later.

  “Have you been good this year, Derek?”

  He looks up at me, mirth lingering in his eyes. “Not even a little bit.” Then his hands are on my hips and he’s nuzzling my pussy. His tongue flicks out and strokes my clit. “I’m bad, Emma. You know that.”

  I grab his hair, but I don’t pull him away like I should. I just hold him still. “You should stop. It’s not time yet.”

  His grin has my heart flipping in my chest. “Don’t you want your present?”

  This is my present?

  I don’t stop to think. Don’t ask any more questions. Because that’s my secret. I want to be bad, too. “Yes, give it to me.”

  “I’ll give it to you, baby.” He backs me up to the couch and topples me on it, spreading my thighs wide. And then Derek’s mouth is on me for real. He holds me down and explores my pussy with his tongue as if we both aren’t listening to the sound of my husband in the shower a single room away. Even though it’s dark outside, the light of the kitchen and the lights on the tree chase away any thought of pretending I don’t know exactly who is between my legs.

  As if he can hear my thoughts, Derek holds my gaze as he stiffens his tongue and slides it inside me. I dig my fingers into his hair and spread my thighs wider. “Suck on my clit.”

  He moves up to where I urge him, but he’s not going fast like I want. He’s playing with me. “You taste good, baby.”

  I don’t stop to think about how weird it is that both he and Grayson have called me baby while they’ve had their tongues all over me. I’m too needy to question this. “You feel good.”

  “Yeah.”

  I’m gasping, writhing, trying to make him do exactly what it will take to get me over the edge. “Don’t stop.”

  Derek moves, griping my thighs and shoving them wider yet. He keeps looking at me as he sucks and licks down my pussy and back up again. As if he’s trying to gather up every bit of my taste. “Fuck me with your tongue again, Derek. Please.”

  He does it, covering my pussy with his mouth as he shoves his tongue deep.

  And that’s when I look up and find my husband leaning against the doorframe. Watching his best friend eat my pussy. I frantically try to yank Derek off me, but he’s not going anywhere, and I’m going to hell because I fucking love that he refuses to stop. “Grayson,” I gasp.

  He walks toward the couch, his gaze glued to where Derek is inching me toward an orgasm despite my best efforts. As I watch, Grayson leans down and picks up a white package with red ribbon. My eyes go wide. “Oh no.” I look down at Derek in horror and the bastard has the audacity to wink at me.

  Grayson stalks to the couch and sinks down next to me. Derek gives him a long look and then flicks my clit with his tongue. “You know I always like to take a peek at my presents before Christmas.”

  “Mmm.” Grayson shifts my hair off my shoulder and presses a kiss to my neck. “Does his mouth feel good, Emma?”

  My body can’t tell if I’m in trouble or being rewarded. “You—you’re not mad?”

  “No, baby, I’m not mad.” Grayson cups my face and presses a devastating kiss my mouth. He nips my bottom lip as he retreats and his next words aren’t for me. “Make her come before you go take your shower. Then you can enjoy your present properly.”

  Derek’s chuckle reverberates through me. “If you insist.” And then he stops fucking around. He holds me down and circles my clit as my husband sits next to me and watches. It’s that as much as Derek’s expert mouth that has me panting, on the edge of orgasm. “Please. Oh god, don’t stop.”

  Grayson shifts closer and kisses my neck as he palms one breast. Having both of their mouths on me… I cry out as I come, as I keep coming, orgasm rolling over me in wave after
wave, spurred on my Derek’s tongue.

  Grayson gives Derek’s forehead a nudge. “Go get showered, troublemaker.”

  “Not sorry.” He grins at us and pushes to his feet. I get a close up of a truly impressive cock creating an outline against his tight thermal pants and then he’s walking away.

  Leaving me to deal with the mess we made of things.

  I swallow hard and start to pull my robe back around myself. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

  “Emma.” Grayson catches my face and waits for me to calm down enough to actually look at him to continue. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

  “You sent me out here to get a present, and it took all of fifteen seconds before I was naked and riding Derek’s face. I thought that was the present, but it wasn’t, which means I cheated on y—”

  “No.” Grayson shakes his head adamantly. “No, fuck that. You were not cheating. I gave you permission. I gave both of you permission. And in case you weren’t paying attention, I was only too happy to join in.”

  I open my mouth to argue, but I can’t seem to find my words. “But, that’s not what it feels like.”

  Grayson presses a quick kiss to my lips. “And wasn’t it hotter thinking you shouldn’t?”

  My face flames, answer enough. “If you’re not okay with this—”

  “Emma.” His blue eyes search my face. “Are you okay with this?”

  Now’s the time to put a stop to it, but I’m selfish enough not to want to. I want to keep my relationship with Grayson preserved and indulge myself with Derek. I want to have my cake and eat it, too. I lick my lips. “I’m afraid at how much I want this.”

  He smiles. My saint of a husband smiles. “Baby, I’ll always give you whatever you need, no matter how unconventional. Sounds to me like you need Derek’s cock.” He stands and tugs me to my feet. “It’s time for your other present.”

  I laugh a little. “You are heavily invested in me fucking someone else.”

  “Yes. But not just anyone else. I’m invested in you fucking Derek in particular.” He pulls me along behind him and scoops up the present as we pass it. It’s only when we’re back in our room that he sets it on the bed. “Now. Open it.”