Gifting Me To His Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo 2)

I don’t know why he’s holding back, either. He’s had boyfriends in the past before we got together. Derek has as well. Is it because he doesn’t want to lose the friendship?

That ship has long since sailed. It left the harbor right around the first time I came all over Derek’s face. We’ve gone too far to go back. There’s only forward.

I run my hands up both their chests. “Derek’s gift is covered.”

Grayson narrows his eyes, already sensing a trap. “Uh huh.”

“I want my gift.”

Derek laughs. “Fucking both of us isn’t good enough for you, Emma?”

“Having sex with me is your gift.” I trail my hands back down their chest to their stomachs. They’re so different and both so sexy. I almost pause, but I’ve never been that good at impulse control. I wrap my hands around each of their cocks and give them a slow stroke. “Please, Grayson. I promise you’ll like it.”

He gives me an indulgent smile that’s only a little tight around the edges. “Anything for you, Emma.”

“No matter what it is?” I squeeze his cock, making him clench his jaw. “Promise?”

“No matter what it is,” he grits out.

I turn my attention to Derek. “Can you promise me the same?” I grip his cock and rub my thumb over the slit, smearing the drop of moisture I find there. “Please, Derek.”

He huffs out a breath, but not like he’s happy. “Yeah, Emma. Whatever you want.”

Gotcha.

I give both their cocks one last stroke, debating how far to push this. They just need enough of a nudge to get there on their own. I bite my bottom lip. “I want to ride your face while Grayson sucks your cock.”

Derek tenses, very carefully not looking at Grayson. “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea.”

Oh, this is ridiculous. I release them and sit back. “Give me one good reason you two shouldn’t fuck? It’s silly to keep me between you when you obviously want each other, too.”

Grayson sighs. “We’re friends.”

“And?” I wait, but no other answer seems forthcoming. “Are we not friends, Derek?” A little sliver of hurt escapes in my tone. Obviously, Derek and I were never as close as he and Grayson, and there was the sexual tension neither one of us could get rid of, but… I thought we were friends.

“Of course we are.”

The coiling thing in my chest relaxes a little. “We’ve already crossed so many lines together. Things are going to change no matter what. Why not cross a few more?”

Derek finally looks at Grayson, so I do, too. The sheer longing on my husband’s face nearly knocks me on my ass. The only other person I’ve ever seen him look at like that is me. It just confirms that this is the right decision. He wants Derek. I mean for Grayson to have him.

Derek clears his throat. “If you’re sure.”

I don’t know if he’s talking to me or my husband, but Grayson is the one who answers. “I’m sure. Our friendship has gone through some shit. This won’t break it.”

I find myself holding my breath as they lean in and kiss, a messy tangling of tongues that has them both moaning a little. Derek breaks the kiss with a curse. “Get up here, Emma.” He doesn’t wait for me to move, just loops me around the waist and lifts me up to straddle his face as if I weigh nothing at all. His breath ghosts against my clit. “Sore?”

“I can take more,” I breathe.

“That’s our girl.” Before I can process the our in that statement, his tongue is there, easing over me in a lazy lick.

I lean forward and brace my hands on his wide chest, spreading my legs a bit more to give him better access. As I do, I watch Grayson crawl to kneel between Derek’s big thighs. He holds my gaze for a long moment and even knowing him so well, I can’t begin to say what his blue eyes contain. He dips down and I watch him take Derek’s cock into his mouth, holding my gaze the whole time.

I almost come on the spot.

Derek moans against my pussy and then he’s eating me out frantically. It’s messy and so fucking good that I whimper. Or maybe I’m whimpering because watching my husband suck Derek’s cock is like my own personal porno that I didn’t even know I wanted. It is so beyond hot. So beyond anything I’d ever thought to ask for.

I want more.

More for me. More for him.Chapter 10I fight my own orgasm, fight not to close my eyes and miss a moment of this. It doesn’t seem to matter what I want. My body takes over, pleasure washing over me in waves. God, it’s so good. Too good. Can a person die from too much pleasure?

I barely manage to open my eyes in time to watch Derek lace his fingers through Grayson’s hair and move his hips, beginning to fuck my husband’s mouth. I can tell the exact moment he comes because Grayson moans around his cock. Oh my god. I move before I have a chance to think, climbing down Derek’s body to haul Grayson up and kiss him. I can taste Derek’s saltiness on his tongue and it drives me crazy.