My resolve was razor thin, and when he tangled his fingers into my hair and eased my face toward her chest, it snapped entirely. I grabbed Sophie around the waist and dragged her closer, groaning at her weight on my cock. I sucked the offered nipple into my mouth. Her back arched and she pressed herbody against mine. Daniel’s fingers tightened in my hair, the tease of victory coursing through his grip. So much for my assumption he was submissive, though I imagined there were many ways to focus your pleasure on your partner that didn’t involve being on your knees.
“Take her to bed,” he suggested, and I adjusted my hold on her waist so I could stand without letting her out of my arms.
She giggled when I raised to my full height, wrapping her legs around me and throwing her head back. I let my teeth drag across her pebbled nipple, already on my way to their bedroom with Daniel hot on my heels.
“I want to make you feel good,” Sophie whispered into my ear right before I dropped her down onto her bed, my body still nestled between her legs. “How can I make you feel good?”
“This,” I promised, and I swore on everything holy it would be enough. To have my face in her tits and my cock rutting against her through four layers of fabric. I could have died happy with the heat of her burning against me and her fiancé at my back.
Sophie grabbed my hair and tugged until I pulled my face out of the crook of her neck. “I remember the text you sent me at lunch. I know what you said at work today. Stop being scared to ask for what you really want.”
I’d said utterly debauched things to her on my lunch break, my fantasies working overtime while I’d jerked off in the private stall in my office. The mid-month accounting could wait; my erection had needed all my attention then.
“I want to fuck you,” I said out loud. “I want to fuck you and I want Daniel to watch, and then I want him to fuck you.”
“Can he touch himself while we’re fucking?”
Her hands were already at work on my belt, my fly. They wanted me to have this.
I could have this.
I pulled my shirt off and scrambled out of my pants, tearing Sophie’s down immediately after to reveal a pair of lace panties that matched the bra. Groaning, I dropped my forehead against her shoulder, chest heaving. I was too close to make this good for any of us, and that absolutely would not do.
“He better.”
Daniel pulled open the nightstand and dropped a foil-wrapped condom on the bed beside a bottle of lube.
“She doesn’t need it, but it’s more fun,” he said.
I cursed under my breath and poured more lube than necessary on my fingers. Sophie was already wet. I moved between her legs, kissed the burning heat of her cunt through the lace, and she fisted the sheets, arching off the bed. I licked her, bit her clit, then pulled the material to the side and dragged my slick fingers over her already slippery folds. I thrust one finger into her, seeing stars over how tight she was.
“Sophie, you’re gonna…fuck.”
“She’s tight,” Daniel agreed, brushing some loose strands of Sophie’s hair back from her face. He sat beside us on the bed, still wearing his pants.
“Take off your pants,” I pleaded, and with his stare focused on me, Daniel did. He stripped down to his boxer briefs, and with a rough jerk of my chin, I gestured for him to get rid of those too. I added a second finger into Sophie, my cock throbbing at the pressure.
She was dripping wet and almost painfully tight. I pulled my fingers out of her and offered them to Daniel, who sucked them into his mouth. His tongue swirled around my fingers, the sensation of it shooting right to my dick. Beneath me, Sophie whimpered, and I struggled to tear open the wrapper of the condom with my teeth. Daniel released my fingers with a wet pop, and I rolled the condom on, tapping the head of my dick against her swollen clit.
“Stop teasing,” Sophie murmured, digging her nails into my side.
I’d fantasized about this more than once, but the reality of being with Daniel and Sophie like this was more than I ever could have imagined. Sophie knew what she was doing when she’d taken off her top and forced me to see her in the ways I wanted her the most. She knew I wouldn’t be able to say no, that once I got inside of her, once I saw them both in their most vulnerable moments, there would be no going back for me. And I was sure she also understood what that would cost me. Daniel at least knew what it would take for me to give them this.
I dragged my dick up and down the length of Sophie’s pussy, smearing her arousal around and using my tip to spread her lips open. She was so wet and so pink, and no wonder Daniel had wanted her from the first day. She was a fucking siren, but then again, Daniel wasn’t much better. I’d wanted him from the first kiss and even through my own loss, that desire hadn’t gone away.
It had to be some sort of fate, some patience, or some reward that brought me back into his life and right into their bed.
“Hey.” Daniel’s voice was soft and steady, and I looked at him with wide and uncertain eyes. He pressed the outside of his knuckles against my cheek and angled my face toward his. “You deserve this, and we want you to have it.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but then two things happened at once.
Well, three.
Daniel leaned in and kissed me, I sank my cock into Sophie’s dripping wet cunt… and then everything changed.
CHAPTER 22
FINN