Her Best Men

How could I explain to Dominic that everything I could have ever wanted for my birthday was sitting right beside me? I couldn't. Ember's legs were crossed, her hand resting on her knee. She sat there all prim and proper, like a good little girl, but all I could think about was that my cum was still inside her. My gaze rolled over her legs and up her thighs, and I wondered if she was wearing any panties – and if so, if they were wet.

“Jude? You in there?” Dom laughed, waving a hand in front of my face.

When I looked back up at my friend, he gave me a knowing grin and just shook his head.

“I know you're sitting next to a gorgeous woman,” he quipped. “But, damn, I've never seen you this distracted before.”

“What can I say? She's different,” I said, pushing a strand of hair behind Ember's ear.

She gave me a sweet smile, color rushing into her cheeks. God, so sweet and innocent looking. But, I knew she could be dirty when she wanted to be. It was one of the things that turned me on the most about her – that duality.

“I can see that,” Dom said.

He was now looking at Ember too, admiring her beauty as if he was seeing it for the first time. I turned my attention to my friend and watched his eyes widen slightly as they moved over her luscious rack. He was practically salivating.

When I'd married Lydia, I told my friends that Ember was off-limits, especially when I saw her in that tight bridesmaid dress looking scrumptious as hell. I knew all of my friends would be into her, and if I couldn't have her, I was going to make damn sure they couldn't either.

Now, that was no longer an issue.

Ember stared back at Dom, her green eyes wide with surprise. Her cheeks were pink as she glanced over at me, seemingly surprised by the lust that was clear as day, in my best friend's eyes. She seemed to be asking me if I minded that he stared at her that way. I didn't mind, as long as she didn't.

I leaned into her until her hair ticked my face, and whispered into her ear, “Does he make you uncomfortable, Ember?”

Her reply was one word. “No.”

“Good,” I said, stroking her hair. “Because I like when others admire what's mine.”

Some women would tense up when a man used such phrases. Especially so soon. It was a test, to see how Ember would respond, and she passed with flying colors. I was fairly surprised, but pleased. She gripped the hand that rested on her shoulder, turning to me with a lustful grin. She was enjoying this game as much as I was.

I lowered my face, burying it into the crook of her neck and laid a soft ki

ss against her flesh. She shuddered as I whispered in her ear.

“Do you want to fuck him?” I asked.

Now her body tensed, but she didn't answer. She didn't need to. I could see it in her eyes and feel it in the way the pulse in her neck quickened. I knew the answer even if she didn't give voice to it.

“You can fuck him, if you'd like,” I said, nipping at her flesh. “As long as you come back to me, that is. As long as you're mine.”

“Always,” Ember said, her voice trembling, but a look of unfettered lust on her face.

“Good girl.”

Dominic grinned like the cat who stole the milk. He leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs, his eyes never leaving hers. I knew he was showing off his erection, which I know many women had described as impressive. I wasn’t not into men, but I couldn't deny that he was well-endowed. He'd give Ember a lot of pleasure, no doubt, and my own cock hardened at the thought of watching my best friend fuck her.

Had Dom heard what I'd said? The look in his eyes said he had. It wouldn't be the first time we'd shared a woman between us. But, it would be the first time I shared one I cared about. Ember was more than just a fling or someone I wanted to fuck. I actually wanted to keep her around and keep her mainly to myself.

Still, I never had a problem sharing with my friends. It was just sort of our way of things. Ember was a goddess who deserved to be worshipped by as many men as possible. Of course, there'd be some ground rules, but for now, I was eager to watch her enjoy herself with Dom.

This time, when I asked the question, I made sure Dominic could hear me.

“I'll ask again, Ember,” I said. “Do you want to fuck Dom?”

She looked at me, her eyes shining like emeralds, and said, “I – I don't know.”

“Ah, well, tough luck for me,” Dominic said, throwing his hands up and laughing. “Always worth a try.”

I stroked Ember's hair and pulled her into me, letting her rest her head against my chest. I knew she was curious, but perhaps, it was too early for her. Maybe she didn't believe I'd be okay with it. Maybe she didn't know Dominic enough to want him. Either way, if she didn't want to do it, she didn't have to. I'd never force her to do anything that made her even the slightest bit uncomfortable.