Hold up…pump the fuckin’ brakes. I’m not supposed to be getting attached or wanting more. It’s just a vacation full of kinky, wild fucking and then when we get back to Briar Point, it’s back to reality.
Except I’ll be living with them.
Just down the hall. With the memory of this moment—and every other one—swimming through my head. How the hell am I supposed to go back to how things were in those conditions? What is going to stop me from bending her over the dining room table Hunter is eating at? Or crawling into their bed to lick her pussy while he sleeps, making her scream loud enough to wake him up? The temptation will be unbearable.
Speaking of, Isabel lets out a loud whimper as her legs begin to shake, and I realize I literally lost myself in fucking her. I’m on the brink of my climax, but I’m not ready to be done yet. Now that I’ve accepted just how terminal this arrangement is, I want to make every time last.
Hunter is back in his chair across the room, stroking his spent cock back to life as he watches us. And I get an idea.
He wants to watch me fuck his wife…well, then maybe he wants a closer view.
When I pull out of Isabel, she lets out a loud, needy cry. But I move fast, grabbing the keys from the bowl on the dresser and quickly undoing her restraints. The moment her hands and legs are free, she’s on me, kissing me and wrapping her legs around me. And I’m just as eager to hold her.
This is only our second time together, but I’m already noticing the way Isabel and I fit together. Like we were made for each other. Every move she makes, I anticipate. Every touch, every kiss, every moment is perfect.
Who the fuck am I?
I’m a scoundrel, not some pussy-whipped, clingy boyfriend type. And I intend to prove it as I carry her over to her husband, who immediately sits up when he sees that I’m about to deposit her on his lap.
“Hold her,” I say as I lay her down on him, spreading her knees open for me. Then, I drop to my knees in front of her, align my cock with her warm cunt, looking down at the place where I’m about to enter her. I pause here, teasing her as she squirms and waits, but before I thrust inside, I spit, my saliva landing against her clit. With my fingers, I moisten her folds, and she keens and squirms even more. God, I love how much she wants it.
Hunter takes her wrists in one hand, holding them above her as she rests her head against his shoulder. With her legs draped over his, she is completely at our mercy again, succumbing to our dirty desires with so much trust. I rake a hand over her chest just to feel her heart beating wildly beneath my touch.
Then, after I’ve made her wait long enough, I thrust inside her. She yelps, then groans, her back arching against Hunter’s naked body. My hips brush against the inside of his thighs, but it’s too late to ask if this is too much for him. If he was uncomfortable with this close contact, he would stop it. I trust that he’s controlling enough to tell me if it’s too much.
I’m watching her face as I fuck her. The carnal expression and the light sheen of sweat on her red-flushed skin is so goddamn beautiful.
But I force myself to look away from her intense eye contact because I’m trying not to get attached, but where do my eyes wander? Straight to Hunter’s face. Probably because he’s watching me. And as I thrust between his legs, brushing up against his thighs, I realize how much it looks and feels as if I’m fucking him. Did I do this on purpose?
He’s not looking away. He’s just staring at me, looking turned on as hell as I fuck his wife on his lap. Still with his gaze glued to my face, he reaches down and strums at her clit. She shrieks and howls, urging him on, so he can take her to the orgasm she’s so clearly earned.
Suddenly, I’m feeling bold. My left hand, currently on her thigh, starts to drift. I have to look away from him as I do it, but I pretend it’s from the jostling of my thrusts, and I nudge my hold inward until I’m gripping his thigh. And I wait.
When he doesn’t react, I look up at his face again. He’s breathing heavily, his mouth slightly parted as his licks his lower lip, pulling it between his teeth.
This feels…like something powerful. Am I imagining this? I’m holding his leg and he’s biting his lip as he stares at me.
Then…his fingers move. They drift from her clit downward until I feel the light brush of his touch against my cock. He’s holding her pussy, exploring this place where she and I are connected, and in doing so…he’s basically stroking my cock.
Fuck, I’m gonna come.
His lust-filled gaze is still on my face and this is all too fucking much.