5. Lily #3
“I do. I absolutely do.” I ran my hands behind me, across his firm stomach, tracing the outline of his hard abs, then down to his belt and lower. “What if I slipped my hand into your pants here? Would you like that? Would that turn you on knowing someone’s watching?”
I looked over once more to the group. They were engrossed in each other, but it had to be clear where I was looking.
It had to be clear where we were going.
“Yes. Yes, it would. So, tell me, baby. Tell me what we’re doing right now in your fantasies.” His voice was urgent, desperate, like he had to know to survive this night.
Love, trust, faith.
This was it. This was the moment to test. To find out the truth. Could we sustain this fantasy? Would his be mine and vice versa? And could we move through it and come out on the other side, even closer?
“ He’s watching us undress.” I emphasized the pronoun, just as Finn had.
My fiancé’s reaction was instant. He hissed, slamming my ass against his hard length. “And does that make you wet?” The question oozed sexual need.
We might not be naming Jake, but it had to be apparent who we were bringing into our game.
“So wet,” I answered, one hundred percent honest.
“Tell me what he’s watching us do,” Finn said gruffly, urging me on.
“He’s watching you peel off my dress then fondle my breasts.”
He drew a sharp breath, groaning. “I bet he’s turned on when he sees your perfect tits, sees how hard your rosy little nipples get.”
“He loves it,” I gasped, and I was already ridiculously aroused, soaking my panties. “He’s getting hard watching you yank off my panties, spread me out on the bed, and bury your face between my legs.”
I wasn’t just going there. I was diving into the deep end, getting off on the idea of his best friend watching us.
And judging from Finn’s erection, like steel against me, and his groans, hot and hard in my ear, he loved every second of it too.
“Bet you’d like to see him take his dick out, stroke it, even, as I eat you. Bet that’d make you come all over my face.”
I was burning up. My skin was on fire. The image was so erotic, so deliciously filthy that I’d need fifty cold showers to get it out of my head.
Not that I wanted it gone.
“I’d come so hard,” I murmured, my breath stuttering. “And you wouldn’t even wait for me to stop coming. You’d flip me over, put me on my hands and knees, and drive into me.”
“And you’d take his cock in your perfect mouth.”
And now he was going there, too. All the way there. Nothing held back. We were doing it. We were bringing another person into our bedroom in every way but that final step.
Pleasure in me coiled, tightening, and I swore I was going to come on the dance floor. I spun around, grabbed his hand, and marched him to the restroom, shutting it, locking it, and telling him to take out his erection.
“With pleasure.”
He unzipped his jeans, and I drew him into my mouth, sucking him deep. I wasted no time with flicks or swirls. I needed all of his length, and I needed it now.
Mercilessly, he took my mouth, cursing and groaning like he’d never been sucked so good before.
He couldn’t speak. Could only moan and grunt, it seemed.
But soon his groans turned into words again. “He’d walk in and see the way you need something between your legs so badly. He’d get behind you, slide his hands around your waist, and finger you as I fucked your mouth. Would you like that?”
Between my legs, I felt heavy, aching with desire. I nodded my answer. My only answer. I wouldn’t like it—I’d love it.
“Or maybe he’d play with your ass while you sucked me off.”
I moaned around him at that image. Lust shot down my spine then shook me to my core when he thrust in my mouth. “Bet you’d love that. Bet you’d come so hard like that.”
I felt like I could come right now, even with him so deep in my throat. I could come now, and then again, and then I’d want another. I needed this fantasy desperately. Needed it to be real.
“Or,” he said, his hands curling around my head as he pumped his length between my lips, “I could fuck your pussy while he took your ass.”
Pleasure tore through me, and I craved relief. Shoving a hand between my legs, I stroked and rubbed as Finn unleashed his release in my mouth, and I went over the edge.
Never had I needed to come more than in that moment.
My orgasm swept over me as I swallowed his.
When he tugged me up and looked me in the eyes, he ran the backs of his fingers against my cheek, such a gentle, tender gesture. “Tell me you want that.”
His voice was intense. Thick with need.
Once more I was reminded— he’s obsessed with your pleasure.
I could hear it in his tone. He wanted this like I did.
And I finally felt free enough to say it. Free enough to take the chance. Because I understand what we had in a whole new way—we’d make it out on the other side, even closer.
That’s who we were.
We were madly in love, and we were madly in trust . But we also knew each other. To the depths of our souls, to the heart of our fantasies.
From wedding music to football calls to pad thai. From late night talks to early morning runs to all the things we shared.
We were a unit. We were bound. “I want that ,” I said, and the weight lifted. I felt invigorated, alive, all my nerve endings buzzing. My heart was lighter. My mind was free. “I want you to give that to me.”
He kissed my forehead, relief and desire in his tone. “I will, baby. I will.”