Page 14 of The Third Wheel
"Tell me." She arched up, her nails raking down my back, leaving trails of delicious pain.
"Having him here..." The rhythm of our bodies punctuated my words. "Watching him touch you, take you." The thought was a tight coil in my gut, ready to snap. "What if he tied me up and made me watch as he used your pussy?"
"Fuck, yes..." Mira's response spurred me on, her fantasy echoing mine.
Sweat slicked our skin as I drove into her harder, faster. Ownership surged through me—she was mine, but the hunger to share her, to see her pleasure doubled, tripled—it was intoxicating.
"I want to see his cock in you." The taboo words were like sparks on my tongue, igniting an even deeper craving. "If I was a good boy, he might let me join him."
"Please, Gunnar," she said, her voice breaking with desire.
"Imagine it, Mira. His length... filling you beside mine." I could barely get the words out. "You'd be stretched so full."
Her walls clenched around me, and I felt her cresting the wave of her climax, her body shaking with release. It sent me teetering over my own edge, a growl tearing from deep within as I spilled into her.
"Mine." I sunk my teeth gently into the side of her throat, claiming her.
"Can I belong to you both?" she whispered, cupping my face, kissing me.
Collapsed together, breaths mingling, the silence of the night enveloped us. The raw intensity of what we'd shared hung heavy in the air. Even as we lay spent, the idea of Colby with us was a restless ghost, haunting the corners of our intimacy, whispering of pleasures yet untasted.
Mira snuggled close to me, kissing my cheek, and whispered something undeniably sexy. "I want to watch his cock inside you, too."
Mira
Colby was awkward thenext morning, avoiding eye contact, and I knew he was regretting what we'd discussed the night before. He huffed out a breath as he started a fire, warding off the morning chill.
"Colby." I stepped up beside him, studying him. "Are you okay?"
"Ah, it's nothing." His fidgeting betrayed him, because I knew him well enough to understand it was a sign he was nervous. He toyed with his fork, the metal glinting in the dim light. I knew that look, the hunger in the hollows of his cheeks, the way his jaw clenched when he wanted something he couldn't have—or thought he couldn't.
"Come on, you can tell me," I pressed, letting my shoulder bump his, feeling his warmth, his steadiness.
"I'm worried it will ruin us — our friendship."
"Sweetheart. What if it makes us so much more?" I asked, tugging him around to face me.
"Your friendship is important to me—"
"Kiss me," I interrupted.
"What?"
"Just fucking kiss me, Colby Storm. I want you. My husband wants you. We both love you as a friend, maybe more. If you feel the same, kiss me. If you don't feel the same, kiss me anyway. Prove me wrong."
He swallowed, his eyes skimming over my face, then to something over my shoulder.
"Kiss her," Gunnar said from somewhere behind me. "She's right. And if this is what I fucking think it is, I'm done waiting. Done pussyfooting around it."
With a shaky breath, Colby lifted his hand, wrapping it around the side of my neck, his thumb skimming over my cheek, guiding me to tilt my head up, to meet his eyes. He tilted his head and leaned in.
"This isn't to prove you wrong," he whispered, millimeters from my lips, his breath teasing me with what I now yearned for beyond all reason. "I want to prove you right."
And then his lips were on mine, and the kiss was perfect. It was everything. He moved with a skilled, controlled passion, his effort at restraint clear in the tightness of his body. My hands lifted to his shoulders as his tongue darted into my mouth, exploring, learning. Teeth nipped at my lips, and his other hand came to bury in my hair, holding me where he could ravage my mouth, devour me like he'd been hungering for this forever.
And maybe he had, maybe he'd wanted it for longer than I knew.
"Fuck, you two are sexy," Gunnar's voice didn't cut through the spell. It only added to the fire between us. Knowing my husband was enjoying the sight of the two of us together made me hot all over. After a long moment, Colby pulled away, breathing hard, staring down at me.
