“Shut the fuck up,” Drake mutters into my mouth. “That’s bullshit and you know it. You always think you need to make yourself better for us, and I get it. We were both born into shitty situations, but that doesn’t make us any less worthy, Hunter. You are not your father, and I’m not my mother.”
Something about hearing those words in the darkness, without seeing his face, makes them hit even harder.
“You can decide right now who you are and what you want,” Isabel whispers from behind me, placing warm kisses along my back, her lips against my shirt.
“I think it’s pretty clear what I want,” Drake replies, and with that, he grinds himself against me, making me feel his rock-hard length through his pants. “And what do you want?” he asks, his voice thick and raspy with need.
“I want this,” I growl, grabbing his cock through his pants. “And this,” I add, snaking an arm around Isabel to pull her between us, moving my mouth to hers. She hums in delight as I stroke her through the fabric of her yoga pants.
My patience has worn thin, and I need them now. In a rush, I undo the buckle on my pants. “Get naked,” I command as we lose the rest of our clothes in a hazy mess of limbs and lips.
Drake guides us to the bed, the three of us never letting go of each other. When I feel Isabel’s sports bra slide over her head, I find her breasts in the darkness, running my tongue in tight circles around the sensitive bud of her nipple. She clasps onto my head, pulling me closer. I lay her on her back as my mouth continues to explore her body.
As I tug her pants down, I feel Drake’s weight settle behind me. His lips travel down my spine, one vertebra at a time. In the darkness, our senses are heightened and everything feels more intense.
When I have my wife’s naked body in my hands, it’s like everything makes sense again. Quickly, I flip her onto her stomach, pulling her up to her knees as I bury my face in the heat between her legs. She lets out a loud moan of pleasure as I thrust my tongue inside her. Her scent and taste are so familiar to me, I devour her, erasing every moment of our time apart.
“God, I missed this,” I growl into her heat. She hums in response.
Drake is behind me, his hands roaming my back and reaching around to my front, stroking my cock. A part of me tenses with him behind me. Am I ready for this?
But there’s a resounding voice there too, reminding me of everything these two have given me. I can give just as easily as I can take. And I want to give.
Drake’s strokes pick up speed, and I have to force myself not to come already.
“Drake,” I groan, pulling my mouth away from Isabel.
“Yeah?” he replies with a grunt.
I lean up to my knees as I turn to him and say, “I want you to fuck me.”
Isabel freezes in my hands, and Drake doesn’t respond. Just grabs hold of the back of my neck and steers my mouth to his, tasting her on my lips.
“Good,” he groans, “because I want to fuck you.”
With that, he forces me forward, and I return to Isabel, kissing my way down to her warm cunt. She writhes and moans with her ass in the air for me as I slide a finger inside her, which only makes her moan louder.
“That’s my girl,” I mutter against the soft skin of her ass. “Come for me, Red.”
I curl my finger inside her, and her breathing picks up speed. She screams, but the pillows muffle her voice.
When I feel the mattress dip behind me, I realize Drake has returned. I was so focused on Isabel, I hadn’t even realized he left. Glancing back, I see the glow in the dark, green markings of something in his hands. Then I hear the click of a cap.
Well, fuck. They even put glowing paint on the lube bottles. Clever.
When I feel the warm liquid seep down my backside, I let out a moan into Isabel’s skin. I pull my finger out of her heat to kiss her clit and bury my face in her again. She presses her hips back against my face, and when I feel Drake press his thumb against my ass, I stop breathing.
“Relax for me, Hunter.” He groans as he rubs a little harder, slowly easing his finger inside. I try to relax to let him pass, but I’m too overcome with the sensation. As he finally breaches the tight ring of muscle, I growl low and loud into Isabel’s wet pussy.
“Yeah? You like that, don’t you?” Drake says, sounding pleased. “You’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
I’m thrusting my hips back and forth now, eager for more, desperate for it.
“More…” I grunt.