Next thing I know, I’m stroking myself slowly as I watch him kiss her hard on the mouth again.
“Turn over,” he mutters against her mouth, and in one fluid movement, he flips her onto her stomach so her hips are lying against the silk. Her fingers barely touch the floor, but she’s clearly seasoned enough in these positions that she makes it look easy.
When Drake slams his fat cock into her again, she screams. With her body hanging from the fabric, she’s at his mercy. With his hands on her hips, he brings her body to his in rapid, hard strokes.
I’m waiting with torturous anticipation for my turn. I don’t know if I’ll make it. My cock is dying to feel them—which one, I’m not quite sure.
“Harder, Drake,” she cries out. His hips pick up intensity, pounding so hard against her backside, the sound echoes throughout the room. Finally, her toes curl and her moans go silent as she comes, and I don’t have to be the one buried inside her to know what Drake is feeling right now. Her pussy pulsing around his cock, squeezing him so hard he won’t be able to hold on much longer. So it’s no surprise that a moment later, he lets out a grunt and stops his thrusts as he comes too.
I’m out of my seat in a heartbeat, going to him first. Standing behind him, I pull his mouth to mine for a kiss. He’s breathless in my mouth as I reach around to feel where he’s buried into my wife. Slowly, I pull him out, sliding my fingers through the cum already seeping out of her. With my eyes on him, I lift my soaked fingers to my mouth and lick them clean. His gaze grows in intensity.
“Remember that day in Austin when I found you two kissing, and it drove me so crazy, I had to fuck her in the other room?”
With his eyes on me, he nods.
I grab fiercely onto the back of his neck and pull him down until he’s kneeling in front of me. “I felt the same way about you, you know. And now I finally get to act on it.” Then I guide his mouth to my waiting cock, and he doesn’t hesitate to pull me far down his throat.
I’m overwhelmed by warmth and pleasure. My hips thrust ever so slightly as I hold on to the back of his head.
“Your fucking mouth,” I groan. He’s bobbing eagerly on my cock as Isabel rises up from her position tangled in the silks. Motioning for her, I reach a hand out, and she takes it, letting me pull her in for a kiss. When our mouths finally part, I have to pull Drake off my cock before I come down his throat.
I look at Isabel. “Do you have any massage oils?”
She barely replies before running naked toward the supply closet at the back of the room. In a rush, she comes back with a golden bottle and hands it to me.
“Turn around,” I tell Drake, grabbing as much of his short hair as I can in my fingers. He spins, without hesitation, until he’s facing the mirror. Leaking oil on his ass, I feel a growl rise up out of my chest. His ass does things to me, things I never fucking expected. “I want to prep you, Drake, but I need to fuck you so bad.”
“Just do it,” he mutters in response.
Isabel kneels on the other side of Drake, pulling his lips to hers for a rough kiss. As I press my cock past the tight ring of his ass, he groans loudly into her mouth. I’m lost to the sensation of his body as he takes me all the way in. I can hardly breathe from the tightness of him. Like he was made for me.
In the mirror, we find each other, our gazes locked as my thrusts pick up speed. Isabel watches with desire in her eyes and my gaze drifts from Drake to her. And as she watches me fuck my best friend, I realize how damn lucky I am to have them both. What are the odds that we would end up this way? What are the odds I would find two loves of my life? Tenderly, I reach down and stroke her cheek, and she leans into my fingers.
With my eyes on her and his on me, I finally lose control. I’m blinded by pleasure as my orgasm cascades through my body. Holding both of them in my hands, I let my heartbeat slow to a normal rhythm.
“Happy birthday, Hunter,” she whispers.
And I can’t help but smile as I lean against Drake’s broad frame. Another year older, and it doesn’t scare me one bit. I have no idea what the future holds or where the three of us will go from here, but I know for certain it can’t throw anything at us that we can’t handle together.
Rule #41: Ready or not…
Epilogue
Drake
Six months later
“It’s done!”
Two pairs of footsteps echo through the house as they come to see my handiwork. I’m pretty proud of this one, to be honest. It wasn’t easy, but it had to be done. As much as Isabel loves being sandwiched between us, two six-foot-plus men cannot comfortably share a king-size bed with a girl in between, at least not for any prolonged length of time.