“Now me.” He fucks me like he’s proving a point, and I wrap my legs around him. “Three men. One night.”
“Three.” I can’t think. His cock feels like coming home. Fifteen years of knowing exactly how to angle, how to hit that spot, how to make me scream. “You’re the only one who matters.”
“Damn right.” He seizes my thighs and pushes them toward my chest, changing the angle so he’s grinding against the spot that makes me dissolve.
I convulse around him, crying out, my nails leaving crescents on his back. The pleasure is so intense it hurts. Every denied orgasm from tonight amplifies this one until I can’t tell where one wave ends and the next begins.
Robert groans and follows, his cum adding to the mix. He pulses inside me, filling me with one more man’s claim.
We lie tangled on the living room floor, breathing hard.
His hand finds my face. Brushes the hair away from my sweaty forehead.
“I have to tell you something.” He sounds serious.
My gut clenches. “Okay.”
“I don’t just want to hear about it anymore.”
I push up on my elbow to see his face. His gray eyes hold mine, and he looks open in a way I haven’t seen before.
“I want to watch.”
Holy shit. My husband wants to watch other men fuck me. My pussy — the shameless traitor who got me into this whole mess — gives a hard, approving pulse.
“I want to see what you look like when they’re touching you. When you’re being passed between them.” He swallows. “I want to be in the room.”
Why does this turn me on more than anything Tony or Adrian did tonight?
“Are you sure?” Okay, Shannon, at least pretend you need to think about it for more than half a second.
His hand finds mine and squeezes. “I’ve been imagining it all night. While I was sitting here waiting. I wasn’t just picturing what they were doing to you. I was picturing watching them do it.”
“And seeing me like that doesn’t scare you?”
“Everything about this scares me.” He pulls me closer. “That’s kind of the point, isn’t it?”
I lie back down and press my forehead to his chest. His heart is hammering.
“Okay.” I whisper. “Next time, you come with me.”
He exhales and his whole body goes slack. He was actually scared I’d say no.
“I love you.” His mouth is against my hair. “All of you. Even the parts that scare me.”
“I love you too. Even the parts that scare me.”
He laughs softly. “We’re both fucked up, aren’t we?”
“Completely.”
“Good.” He kisses the top of my head. “Means we’re perfect for each other.”
Chapter 4
I wake slowly. My thighs are sore and my pussy is tender. I was too exhausted to shower last night so there’s dried cum on my skin. Evidence everywhere, and I don’t want to wash any of it off.
I don’t feel shame. I feel powerful.
