“He said you had the best lips,” Damon whispered, shoving all the way into me again. “That I was so, so lucky, because he could only imagine what those lips would feel like…”
He leaned over my back again, but this time he reached forward. I felt his fingers against my mouth, pressing, probing.
With a shuddering gasp my lips parted to admit them.
“I told him you give the greatest head in the world with these lips,” Damon murmured. His lips grazed me ear now, sending electric shivers down my spine. “I told him how tight they are, when you drag them up and down. How incredibly plump and wet they get, when you’re sucking me off.”
I moaned around his fingers, sucking them in and out of my mouth. I was in total heat. Damon knew it.
“Does it make you hot, thinking about Saxon like that?”
I nodded, moaning some more. Swirling my wet tongue around my fiancé’s fingers, as he rolled his hips tightly against me.
“Did it turn him on?” I gasped somehow. “Telling him all this?”
“Yes.”
“Did it make him wanna fuck me?”
The sentence left my throat before I could even process what I was saying. But Damon didn’t miss a beat.
“Hell yes.”
He started moving his fingers in and out of my mouth, even as he began pumping again from behind. His breathing was more rapid, now. His breath even hotter on my ear.
“It would feel amazing, wouldn’t it?” Damon growled. “Taking him into your mouth. Sucking him down your hot little throat…”
I squealed with joy as he rolled forward, burying himself deeper than any other thrust. The warmth was a fire now, burning inside me.
“Is that what you want?” I gasped, forming the words around his thick fingers. “For your friend to slide down my throat?”
We were past fantasy now, beyond the role-playing threesome talk we’d enjoyed after a few too many glasses of wine. No, this was all new territory for us. And the reason for that was simple:
Saxon was right in the next room.
“Answer me,” I gasped, feeling suddenly dirty and wicked. “Would you like that? For me to suck Saxon off while you fucked me?”
There it was, the name: Saxon. Up until now, our fantasies had been faceless. Nameless.
All of a sudden, it was all the more real.
“Yes…”
The word dropped like a bomb from Damon’s lips. A very sexy, very forbidden bomb.
Holy shit.
My heart was pounding now, thumping hard. My body felt like a million degrees.
“And would you let him?”
I couldn’t believe what I was saying! And yet, I totally could. Saxon was hot. Every bit as hot as Damon was, and sexy in all the same ways. It made perfect sense to want him. To fantasize about him. Especially in a position like this. Especially when he was just a room awa—
“Um-hmm.”
It was a grunt at the end of a thrust. A noise, barely escaping my fiancé’s lips as he ground into me.
But it was assent.