Page 23 of The Third Wheel
Colby nodded, his fingers tracing the small of my back. He pushed me forward until I was on my knees in front of him. His cock was thick and ready, and I couldn't wait to savor his salty musk. I leaned forward, wrapping my lips around him. His moans filled the room, and his hands threaded through my hair, pulling me closer, guiding my mouth up and down his length.
His hips bucked forward as he groaned, "Fuck, Mira. You're so good at this."
I smiled around him, feeling more confident and sexy than I ever had before. Naked, on my knees in front of him, in the middle of our bookstore, I was free — finally able to live out all of my fantasies. I looked up at him through my lashes, my heart racing with excitement.
I let my mouth pop off of his cock, wrapping my hand around the base of his erection and kissing my way down his shaft before meeting his eyes. "Is it everything you imagined it would be?"
His eyes met mine, and I saw a flash of vulnerability before it was replaced by lust. "More." His fingers dug into my shoulders. "I thought you were so innocent and pure, but you're a dirty girl, aren't you?"
"Tell Gunnar what we're doing," I whispered, my voice hoarse. "He'd love to know how good I'm being for you."
Colby's eyes filled with dark desire as he moved into place. He cupped my face, shoving in deep, until I felt him bump at the back of my throat. I swallowed, letting the muscles work him until he groaned. He picked up his phone and sent a photo of me, his cock buried deep inside my mouth. He thrust a few more times, and I swirled my tongue as best I could around his thick shaft, eager to please him.
Gunnar's reply was immediate, and Colby chuckled, staring down at his phone. "He's jerking off to this. And he says, 'Fuck her hard like the dirty slut she is.'"
I gazed up at Colby through my lashes as I licked his slit, and he shot a photo of me doing that, sending it to my husband. There was no way Gunnar was focusing on work now, and that made me hotter than ever. Colby shoved into my waiting mouth with a soft groan, gripping the back of my neck as his broad shaft stretched my lips to their limits.
My senses were overwhelmed with the texture, scent, and taste of my best friend's cock. He was velvet-wrapped steel, salty and sweet, with a tang of metal when my tongue swiped over his piercings. The rough fabric of his jeans brushed against my breasts as I took him deeper. He muttered a string of curses and gripped my hair, guiding me back and forth on his length.
"Fuck, Mira," he said. "You're such a good little cocksucker. Never would have guessed."
I slid my mouth off with a wet pop, smirking up at him. "I never would have guessed a lot of things about you." Meeting his eyes, I slowly stroked him with one hand while the other played with his balls. His cock pulsed as I moved it into a new position and reached my tongue out, toying with his piercings.
"Greedy little slut, aren't you?" Colby smacked the head of his cock against my lips as I whimpered and tried to suck him. It was a mindfuck to see this dirty-talking sex god, knowing this was what lay inside my sweet, reliable, funny best friend.
Pushing me onto the cushioned bench, he opened my legs and planted kisses on my stomach and inner thighs. "You're so wet I can smell it. Do you walk around the shop like this always? With your pussy dripping and begging to be stuffed."
I didn't know how to answer that, didn't want to admit that I was horny most of the time, so I just whimpered. I tugged on his hair, pulling him to where I needed him. He chuckled against my skin, his tongue around my clit, making me squirm.
"Beg for it." He slipped a finger inside me, sucking hard on my clit until my hips bucked up off the couch. The book I'd been holding earlier tumbled to the floor, the loud smack reminding me that I was naked in our bookstore, vulnerable and exposed, and Colby was still fully clothed.
"Come on, Colby," I pleaded, spreading my legs wider to offer him better access.
"Use your words, Mira," he said. "What does this drenched pussy need?"
"Put your cock in me. Now."
His head rose as he continued to penetrate me with his fingers, his gaze fixed on me, watching me react to the intimate way he was touching me. It wasn't enough. Nothing but his cock would be enough, and it wasn’t long before my begging grew a little over the top.
Grinning down at me, his blue eyes filled with mischief as crawled down my body, stopping to suck my nipple, lick my neck. It seemed like an eternity before he was finally positioned between my legs, and he slid into me smoothly in one powerful thrust. I gasped and wrapped my legs around his waist, relishing the sensation of being so full and so damn good with him buried deep inside me.
"Fuck," Colby grunted as he set a slow rhythm that drove us both insane, the steel balls on his cock piercings rolling against my inner walls in the most delicious way. "You're so tight and wet."
"You're so big." I moaned louder when he hit that perfect spot inside me. I shoved his shirt up, arching against his bare chest underneath.
"You're gonna make me come already," Colby said through clenched teeth.
"Don't hold back on my account." I wrapped an arm around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him deeply as he picked up the pace and hammered into me harder.
Colby sucked on my lower lip before shifting into a new position, one where he was gazing down at me, gripping my hips roughly as he pounded into me with body-shaking force. I clung to him as the intense pressure of an orgasm built, grinding my hips against his in a frantic effort to push myself over the edge.
I cried out as my inner walls clenched around him, in sync with his thrusts. He reached between us, rubbing my clit ashe pounded into me, watching me as I came undone, my body thrashing against his hips. He fucked me through the orgasm, riding me hard until it was almost too much, until I was overstimulated, quaking beneath him. Through it all, I was still gripping his ass, trying to pull him deep, to take his cum. I moaned as I felt him swell, his movements growing fast as his orgasm approached.
But instead of coming inside me, he withdrew, pumping his erection with his hand. Watching him come shouldn't have been arousing, maybe not by some standards, but it was. A stunning, sexy god of a man was splattering his cum all over my breasts and face. And I loved it. Loved him.
"I want to see you painted in cum all the time. Spend your life naked in the shop, ready to please me and Gunnar at a moment's notice." He bit his bottom lip and snapped a photo of me, disheveled and thoroughly satisfied, drenched in Colby's cum. He sent the dirty picture to my husband.
I laughed, sitting up and kissing him. "I thought you said I should embrace my dominance."
