The Engagement Gift(12)

He didn’t need to keep me all to himself, because he knew I belonged to him. But would he share me?

I danced against him, raising my arms into the air, my body moving like water. “What if someone did watch us?” I asked, taking a chance, another small step out of the realm of imagination.

“I bet you’d like it. Just like you did the other night.”

His comment was so nonchalant, so casual that it caught me off guard. Were we talking hypothetically or specifically? About Jake or about the guy from the store? Or anyone? I didn’t know, but I had to find out. Adam and Nina had stepped away to say hi to someone. This was my chance to take one more step toward my fantasy.

“I like when people see how hot we are for each other,” I ventured, my gaze drifting again to Jake and Kate. “Even people we know.”

Finn grazed his hand down my belly. “I see where you’re looking, baby. And I bet you’d love it if he saw what you did to my cock.”

He.

We were talking about the man we knew. We weren’t talking about the man from the store any longer.

My skin turned electric, and pleasure popped inside me like a drug, an intoxicating drug that flooded my veins with endorphins.

I rubbed against his erection. “What do I do to it?”

“You make me so fucking hard when you tell me your fantasies. I want to make them all come true.” He ran his hands down my thighs. “All of them, Lily. Every damn one.”

We were close, so close. “Every one?” I asked nervously.

“Every one. Like how aroused you get when people watch us. You love it because you’re so damn sexual and so fucking mine.”

“I am yours. You know that, right?”

“I damn well fucking know it.” He growled. “And you better, too.”

“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.

“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 cock. “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.”

Holy shit, 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 my ass, 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 your pussy. 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 cock.

“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 cock, and I needed it now.

Mercilessly, he fucked 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. “I could fuck your mouth and 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 your pussy 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.