Chapter 20 #2
I feel like I’m floating for a moment, too dizzy and disoriented to think. All I hear is the smooth, deep command, and rather than deliberate, I just do as I’m told. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I tell myself that this is okay. Caleb told him to.
Ignoring the fact that my husband is standing right there, I move toward Dean. When I reach his side of the island, he runs his fingers across my neck. Brushing my hair out of the way, he brings his lips to my ear. “Good girl.”
Shivers rack through my body at those words. I swear my legs tremble as I lean into him.
“She listens so well, and she wants to please, don’t you?” Dean says.
It feels impossible to swallow, but I manage it as he gazes into my eyes, waiting for my response. This is really happening. How is this happening?
“Yes,” I murmur.
“This is what your wife likes, Caleb. She likes to be good. But she likes to be corrupted too, don’t you?” Dean gazes into my eyes as he says those words, uttering them like they’re strings of silk gliding down my spine.
Silently, I nod.
These are the things I want Caleb to know that I’ve never had the courage to say. I want him to take control. Stop treating me like his perfect little wife and start treating me like the woman I am. A woman he wants.
Dean is holding my face, and I feel like I’m caught in the same storm I was caught in yesterday. Desire so potent I could drown in it. This need is so all-consuming I’m drunk on it.
When he leans in and presses his lips to mine, I nearly lose the strength to stand. Clutching onto his arms, I let him lick his way into my mouth, fully aware of my husband standing just on the other side of the island.
Caleb’s jealousy is what we need and that’s what this is all for—and yet, it feels so wrong.
Dean’s kiss is heady and intoxicating, as his soft lips make me forget my own name.
As the kiss comes to an end, I can’t bear to open my eyes. I’m still clinging to him as he says to Caleb, “If you want her, come and get her.”
My eyes pop open as I turn my head to find Caleb standing right next to Dean. I have no idea when he came so close, but he’s now within reach.
“Briar, come here,” he says in the same low command that Dean used, but his voice is laced with possessiveness and desperation.
Fiercely, he grabs the back of my neck and hauls my mouth to his, kissing me with heated passion and need.
And when Dean’s mouth finds the side of my neck, I realize I must still be sleeping. This is nothing more than a dream, and I’d be a lucky woman if I never woke up.
“She wants to please you,” Dean mumbles, just under my ear. “Tell her how to please you.”
Yes. Tell me, and I’ll do it. Anything.
Arousal blooms between my legs as Caleb pulls away from our kiss and grunts against my mouth. “Get on your knees for me, Briar.”
My panties are practically soaked as I drop to the floor. I still can’t believe this is happening, but it feels like the three of us are getting carried away down a river none of us want to swim against. We all want this. Maybe we all have wanted this for longer than we’re ready to admit.
It’s not even ten in the morning in my kitchen when I pull down my husband’s zipper and see his hard cock behind his boxer briefs while another man stands next to him and strokes my hair.
“There you go, Briar,” Dean mumbles, urging me on with the softness in his praise and commands. “She needs to hear how good she’s doing,” he tells Caleb.
“Attagirl,” Caleb replies. “You look so good on your knees for me.”
The effect his words have on me is unnerving. As if I really would do anything at all.
As Caleb’s cock springs free of his pants, I stroke it softly in my hand, gazing up at him as I wait for his next instruction. I’ve never seen him remotely like this before, but it fits him.
My husband has held in so much over the years, but I never had the guts to urge him to let out everything he’s hiding. And I know there is so much. This feels like just the tip of the iceberg.
“Tell her what you want,” Dean says, prodding him.
“Worship my cock like it’s the only one for you.”
I don’t hesitate. My lips wrap around Caleb’s hard length, and I coat his entire shaft with my saliva, humming with pleasure as I move my mouth from the base to the tip.
“Holy shit,” he mutters softly.
“Tell her. Let her hear you,” Dean says to Caleb, persuading him to say more.
Caleb strokes my face, making a pained expression as he says, “You look so fucking beautiful with my dick in your mouth, Briar. Do you like it?”
My eyes water as his cock hits the back of my throat. Gagging, I pop my mouth off, and a string of spit hangs between the head and my lips. “Yes,” I reply as I catch my breath.
Caleb thrusts back into my mouth, moaning at the sensation when I suck on the crown, rubbing my tongue along the underside like I know he likes.
And as I’m stroking his dick with my lips, I gaze up at him in adoration. This moment is fucking wild, and a moment ago, we were fighting, but now he’s giving me what I want. And he’s finally getting what he wants.
None of this would have happened without Dean.
As if he realizes it at the same time, Caleb glances over at Dean. Their eyes meet, their gazes locked for a moment.
Something about the way they’re looking at each other makes me pause. It’s intense and not entirely charged with hatred or rivalry. Then Dean reaches out, and his fingers brush the backside of Caleb’s arm. My eyes widen as I wait for Caleb to react…but he doesn’t.
Then, as soon as the moment comes, it’s gone again. Caleb focuses his attention back on me, and I start to wonder if that was all in my head. Maybe I’m making a big deal out of nothing, but I swear the look they shared held…lust.
They were just caught in the moment. We’re all caught in the moment.
“She wants you to come down her throat. Don’t you, Briar?”
Eagerly, I nod. My mouth sucks harder, and my lips tighten around him as my head moves faster. Immediately, Caleb’s groans get louder and more desperate sounding.
“That’s it, Briar,” he mumbles. “I’m gonna come down your throat. My dirty fucking wife. My fucking wife.” His rambling becomes incoherent as he thrusts quicker into my mouth, and when I feel the head of his dick tighten, I wait for his orgasm.
With a loud moan, I receive a warm, salty stream in the back of my mouth. I’ve never swallowed before, so I try not to panic and quickly force it down, gagging and spitting as the rest unloads on my face.
Staring down at the floor, the sight of Caleb’s cum dripping against the tiles gives me a burst of exhilaration. I’m kneeling between both of them after my husband just painted my face white, and I realize that I should probably feel dirty or bad for what we’ve just done.
But I don’t.
For the first time in nearly ten years, I finally feel alive.