“And?”
“And he said you must’ve looked amazing, all dressed up like that. Strutting around in that schoolgirl skirt. Licking that big lollipop, and then bending forward so I could look down your shirt.”
The night in question had been hot indeed. I’d danced for him a little bit, to one of his favorite AC/DC songs. After teasing him mercilessly for a good several minutes, Damon had spun me around and bent me over the bed. He took me just like that — hard and rough, with my skirt hiked up over my ass. Holding my wrists back as he dug me out from behind… almost like he was doing now.
“If Saxon enjoyed that story,” I breathed, “he would’ve loved the photos that went along with it.”
Damon started screwing me again, only this time very slowly. He let out a long, heated hiss as he glided in out of me.
“I would’ve definitely showed him,” he said plainly. “If I knew it was okay.”
Okay?
The very idea of it flooded me with heat. Not that I could tell him that. Or could I?
“I… don’t think I would’ve minded.”
The words just tumbled out. But the impact they had was immediate.
“Seriously?”
Damon had stopped moving, mid-stroke. Half in and out of me, his hands flexed. His fingers dug dimples into the supple flesh of my ‘amazing’ little ass.
“Sure,” I said, rolling with it. “I mean I guess so.” My mouth was dry. I couldn’t believe what I was saying. “It’s only Saxon.”
Only Saxon.
Holy shit, did I say that? Then again, it was true. He and Finn were our closest male friends. Physically and emotionally, we’d shared practically everything with them.
Damon started up again, pumping me slowly. He felt even harder now. Bigger than thicker, if that were possible.
“What if…”
My fiancé paused, clearing his throat. He kept on bouncing though.
“What would you say if I did show him?”
The rising heat spread outward even more. It was overtaking my entire body now.
“Did you?”
“Yes.”
A lump formed in my throat. It was a good lump.
“And what did he say?”
“He said they were the hottest pictures he’d ever seen.” Damon took a long, shuddering breath. “And that I was very very lucky.”
I was stunned. Floored. Flattered and turned on. All at once.
Apprehensively I asked the next question.
“Which ones did you show him?”
“All of them,” Damon answered without hesitation. “I showed him everything.”
I could feel a new flood of warmth now, way down between my legs. The thought of Saxon seeing those photos… of seeing me like that! It was too hot to handle. Too incredible to just—
“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.
“You would?” I prodded, one last time. My heart was a jackhammer, thundering in my chest. “You’d really let him?”
I glanced back over my shoulder, to meet Damon’s gaze. His eyes were glazed with arousal as they locked on mine. He nodded.
“Then go get him.”
Three
DAMON
There were moments in life when time stopped. When everything around you just ground to a screeching halt, leaving you to gape in astonishment at the open-ended opportunities laid out before you.
In the past, I’d always acted.
