Give Me More (Salacious Players Club #3) (71)

“Mmm…she tastes good,” I whisper in her ear.

“Take off her shirt,” Hunter commands, and I do. Releasing her hands, I hold her by the waist as I untie her apron and drag her shirt over her head. I’m holding her like a prisoner, even though I know well and good that she wouldn’t go anywhere now. Her smile is fading and in its place is a lustful expression aimed at her husband.

In nothing but her panties, she stands and waits as Hunter dribbles chocolate sauce across each of her nipples. She lets out a sweet little moan and he instantly takes the right one in his mouth and I take the left. Her cries grow louder as she reaches up to hold our heads there, lapping chocolate off her breasts.

When Hunter pulls his mouth away, he stares at her as he dribbles the sauce on her stomach, watching it drip down to the waistband of her pink cotton briefs.

I want to be the one to lick that chocolate away so bad, but I want to watch him doing it just as much. We’re being reckless and doing exactly what we know we shouldn’t right now. Any one of us could easily break up this sexy little food fight, but we don’t because like Geo said, love makes you a fucking idiot.

“Go ahead,” I say as I wrap an arm around her waist and hold her against me. Hunter drops to his knees and kisses his way down her stomach, covering his mouth with chocolate as he goes until he finally reaches her panties. Tugging them down, he doesn’t hesitate before he plants a warm, wet kiss between her legs.

She moans and writhes in my arms as he sucks on her clit, and my dick throbs as I watch them. I can’t keep my mouth off her, licking the sweet taste off her neck and finding her mouth so I can devour those sounds of pleasure.

He stares up at us as he fucks her with this tongue, my cock leaking as he slides his finger inside her. She’s trembling now, fidgeting and fighting against me as her orgasm approaches.

“I’m gonna…gonna…” She whimpers breathlessly. I pinch the chocolate-covered bud of her nipple as I kiss her neck and her body seizes up in my arms. “Yes, yes, yes,” she moans.

When her muscles finally turn soft and she relaxes against me, I assume it’s over. But she gives Hunter a devious look as she snatches the whipped cream can off the counter and glares at him.

“My turn,” she says wickedly, and he responds with an I dare you expression.

I watch curiously as she turns toward me. With her bottom lip pinched between her teeth, she drops a dot of cream against my neck. I feel it seeping down into the collar of my shirt as I stare at her. Then she looks at Hunter, her brows raised as she steps out of the way.

I freeze, eyes wide as I stare at her. Then it dawns on me what she’s doing.

We’re playing that game.

It’s silent as we wait for him to make up his mind. This is huge for him. The pressure to finally fess up to what he wants, no matter if he’s really ready for that or not. And maybe he doesn’t want that anymore. Maybe what happened in Nashville was a one-time thing and he decided he doesn’t like being with men.

The problem is that Hunter doesn’t back down. He’s too proud, too stubborn, and just like the bet we made in Austin, he never loses.

My heart picks up speed as he closes the distance between us and he spares me one last glance before he attacks my neck with his lips. I don’t even have the brain cells left to try and talk him out of this or make sure it’s really what he wants because his lips on my neck feel too fucking good. Goosebumps erupt over every inch of my body as he sucks the tender flesh where Isabel put the sweet cream. I find my hands reaching for him as he licks and nibbles on my neck, my dick twitching in my boxers.

As Hunter pulls away, I feel as if my legs might give out beneath me. He’s staring at me with a hungry gaze, but before he moves toward me again, Isabel steps closer.

“You’re a mess, Drake,” she says in a sweet tone. “Let’s take this off.” Suddenly, my shirt is being pulled over my head, and she’s squirting cream all over my chest.

I let out a grunt as Hunter quickly licks it up, kissing his way across my pecs and then down my abs. He stays on his feet as he devours every inch of my chest and stomach, and I feel as if I might be dying. It doesn’t feel like he’s being dared to do this anymore. It feels like he wants to.

“God damn,” I mutter as his tongue traces a line above the top of my jeans. I’m going to fucking blow in my pants. Isabel watches, her lips parted as she takes long, heavy breaths, clearly aroused by her husband licking another man.

When Hunter rises to his feet, he turns to kiss her, hard and passionately, and it gives me a moment to catch my breath. I should walk away now. We are stumbling into dangerous territory, but I might as well be drunk on his touch because there’s no righting this collision course we’re on now.

As Isabel kisses her husband, he begins taking off his own clothes, unbuttoning his flour-drenched shirt and chocolate-soaked pants. And when her carnal gaze meets mine, I take it as my cue to do the same.

I barely even register taking my boxers off because I’m too focused on this moment. The three of us naked together—again. And I reach for her, but she pushes my hand away. Pulling from Hunter’s kiss, she faces me. With a fierce sort of courage, I’ve never seen on Isabel before, she places the whip cream can against my hard, jutting cock and draws a long line of soft white cream from the base to the tip.

And I expect her to lick it off. But she looks at him, and I freeze.