Page 274 of A Song for You

“Yes,” I pant.

“Naked. Now,” he growls.

His words light an inferno in my core, and the flames lick higher when Frank pops the clasp of my bra and flings it across the room.

“Come here, Kitten.” Jay angles himself so his back hits the armrest of the couch, then he pats the cushion beside him.

I don’t hesitate, obeying my husband’s every command.

“Lean back, baby,” Jay murmurs, pulling me down until my head is on his lap. “Let him taste you. He’s going to get you nice and wet for the both of us.”

Swallowing hard, I look up at Frank. His eyes rake over me as he slowly unbuttons his shirt.

I groan when Frank’s tattoo-covered muscles come into view. He’s like a work of art.

“Show off,” Jay grumbles.

Oh, husband. He’s going to lose his fucking mind when he sees what lies beneath Frank’s boxers.

The cocky Irish bastard doesn’t smirk, he smolders. And the look he gives me as he settles between my legs makes me squirm. He’s so fucking hot.

This is so fucking wrong.

And I’m going to enjoy every minute of it.

Jay forces my chin up and covers my mouth with his as Frank licks up my center.

“Holy fuck, Jay,” I hiss against his lips. “Frank is licking me.”

He chuckles darkly, his chest vibrating. “I see that, wife. Are you enjoying it?”

Oh God. Is he insane right now?

“Ye-yes,” I stutter the words.

“You’re going too easy on her. She can still speak,” Jay deadpans, playing with my nipples as Frank eats me out.

“I’ve eaten your wife’s pussy plenty of times,” he grunts. “I know what she likes.”

A laugh bursts from me, unbidden, and Jay growls, but his erection digs into my back more persistently.

“Just because of that, I’m going to stuff my cock down your throat,” he says, dropping me against the cushion. He kneels on the couch, straddling my head, and fumbles with his fly.

When he finally frees himself, he places his stiff cock against my lips. “Open.”

I smile, and for a moment, his eyes go soft. With a shake of his head, he looks away. “Fuck, I love you.”

And that’s when I know we’ll be okay. The stress of the last few months, work, being a mom, becoming an us…through it all, it’s still just him and me. Facing life together. Even now, we’re doing this together.

“Love you too, husband,” I murmur, “Now fuck my mouth while Frank does your job.”

He chuckles and slides his cock between my lips slowly, watching me as he speaks to Frank. “I’ll even let you have her mouth. But make her come first. I want to watch my wife come while your tongue is on her pussy and my cock is down her throat.”

I have no control, and I relish every second of it.

Frank takes my legs over his shoulder, and then, with two fingers, he fucks me roughly while his tongue does wicked things to my clit and my husband holds my throat, keeping me in place while he thrusts into my mouth.

Our grunts and moans mingle, and all too soon, my first orgasm peaks. When my back arches off the couch, Jay pulls out of me and takes his cock in a vise grip, his eyes locked with mine. He’s wearing a look of pure adoration that contradicts the obscene act we’re taking part in. He pushes my hair out of my face as the wave hits, sending my body into convulsions.