I pop off him. “That’s up to you this time.”
Maddox immediately cries out, “Please. Please, let me come. I want to come for you both so bad. I’ll do whatever you want. Please, Mommy. Daddy.” His voice breaks as he says Daddy.
I look up at Zander, my hand continuously moving, and lift an eyebrow.
He growls. “Fine. This time. C’mere. We’ll both come on your wife’s gorgeous face.”
My mouth drops open in shock as Maddox’s cum immediately lands on my face at the permission he was given. Spurt after spurt covering my cheeks, and seconds after, Zander is groaning loudly and following in his wake. They both cover me in their cum, cussing and falling apart for me.
God,I think.I want the next load inside of me so fucking bad.
They both pant as the last drops slide against my cheeks.
Zander praises me. “You’re so fucking gorgeous.”
Maddox nods his head. “So pretty, baby. Thank you. We need to clean you up.”
I blush underneath both of their gazes. Except, my eyebrows fly up as I watch Zander unbuckle his chin strap and shove the helmet off his head. His eyes are wild and crazed, yet hazy with lust all at once. He turns to Maddox and whispers, “Let me. Take your helmet off though.”
Maddox does as he says, but my eyes stay glued to Zander as he bends down and licks the cum straight off my face. He swallows some for himself, but continues to clean me up completely—licking everything off my face.
Confusion laces through me as he stands, because I know damn well he hasn’t swallowed what’s in his mouth.
A whimper tears itself out of me as he fists Maddox’s grey T-shirt, dragging my husband to him, and spits the mixed cum into his mouth before molding his lips to his. I watch as their tongues battle, mixing their cum together, and my mouth drops open at the sight.
Holy. Shit.
After a minute of them battling, and me watching them grow hard yet again, Zander leans back. “A cuck, huh? You didn’t mention that part. I would’ve bullied you so much fucking harder if you had.”
Maddox blushes. “Why do you think I didn’t tell you, asshole?”
I groan lightly as I stand, my knees aching from the hard asphalt. The boys turn to me, and I smile. “Don’t worry. You can bully him some more, right now.”
A blush mars Maddox’s face now. “What do you mean?”
I grab both of their hands and start dragging them to Zander’s front door. “Imean, it’s my turn to get fucked. And I think I want to make you cry a little bit,hubby.”
CHAPTER
EIGHT
ZANDER
I’m fumbling to get the keys in the door, and Marley’s not helping one bit with her hands all over me. I finally jiggle the lock free. Entering the house, we look like we’re in the middle of a fashion show the way helmets, keys, shoes, and everything we can easily strip out of hit the entryway floor. We’re a pile of limbs moving and grabbing one another, and all that’s racing through my mind is how my one biggest fantasy is about to come to life.
My best friend is a goddamn cuck.
That thought has me stopping and blurting out, “Rules? What are they? I don’t want this to tear our friendship apart. I love you two with everything in me, and I would rather die than not have both of you.”
Maddox looks at Marley and gives her a nod. “Maddox has wanted you pretty much since he knew he was attracted to men. Me, it’s been a more recent discovery…” She pauses, a flash of sorrow crossing her face, but she continues, “I never wanted to be the bitch that fucked my best friend’s man, so you were off limits for a long time in my mind.” I figured that’s why she always kept her distance from me, but at the same time, I never knew they were into any of this shit.
Maddox murmurs, “But you never moved on…”
Marley quickly adds, “This isn’t a pity fuck, but we want you to get your spark back. If this ends up being a one-time thing, then that’s what it is. If we all want more, we can talk about that tomorrow.”
With my throat quickly clogging, I finally reveal the truth that’s been eating at me for way too long. “Outside was the first time I’ve come with someone else since Ashley.”
Maddox chokes on his spit, and I can feel the blood rushing to my neck.
