Page 48 of Say You Love Me

I look to Hudson. Pure lust burns in his eyes.

“I want this,” I say.

Rylee nods, his tongue darting out to sweep over his bottom lip, and then he runs his hands slowly, inch by inch up my body, dragging the material of my dress with him. It is exquisite torment. My skin prickles as it is exposed to the cool air, but I don’t feel cold. I feel as though my body is a hum of electricity, a buzz of delirium.

Rylee sucks in a low intake of air as my nakedness is bared. I lift my arms to allow him to pull the dress over my head and then it’s tossed to the floor and I’m standing there, under the gaze of my husband and my friend, wearing nothing. Every cell of my body screams for attention. It longs to be touched. It begs to be consumed.

Rylee falls to his knees and Hudson makes this sound. It’s something close to a groan or a grunt, but it’s more animalistic.

“Taste her.” His voice is raw with need. He sits on the edge of the chair, his entire body angled toward us as though he can’t get close enough.

Rylee lifts a trembling hand, brushing a single finger up the inside of my thigh. He moves painfully slow, drawing out the moments before his finger reaches the apex of my thighs. When he brushes over me, my breath quickens.

“Is she wet?” Hudson asks.

Rylee’s gaze flicks to him only for an instant. He moves his hand away and his finger is covered in my arousal. A wave of shame fills me at my wanton need, but both men are looking at me as though I’m a goddess. Rylee brings his finger to his mouth and licks it clean. His eyes lock on mine and my body responds, sending a jolt of lust to my core so strong it hurts.

“Taste her properly.” Hudson’s command is firmer this time. “Open your legs for him.”

I widen my stance, shifting my feet apart and Rylee’s hands come to rest on my thighs. He leans forward, his gaze traveling up my body until he locks eyes with me. His mouth is slightly open, his eyes are dark and dilated. He moves so slowly it’s torture as I wait for him to touch me. His warm breath hits me first. His fingers dig into my thighs as he inhales, drowning in my scent. And then his tongue comes out and licks, just a single stroke, but it is enough to make my legs shake and a moan of euphoria to escape between parted lips.

I’m not sure I can keep standing. If these are the sensations floating through my body after one taste, I’m not sure my legs can hold me if he tastes me more deeply. Hudson senses my weakness and he gets to his feet, coming to stand behind me. He leans me into his chest. My head rocks back onto his shoulder. His hard cock pushes into my backside, straining against the material that cages it. Rylee shuffles forward, his knees between my feet. His hands slide around the back of my thighs at the exact same time as Hudson’s come to rest on my hips. Then Rylee’s tongue is on me again, but it isn’t a single gentle stroke this time. It is an attack. My clit is sucked into his mouth, the bead of my arousal savaged by his tongue. He licks and he sucks and just when I think I can’t take anymore, he nips at me, causing my body to jolt and twitch. Hudson pushes against me, grinding his hardness against the softness of my backside. His hands move up my body until they cup my breasts. Rylee moves forward even more, hoisting my thighs to his shoulders, feasting on me as Hudson twists my nipples.

I’m at their mercy, suspended between the two.

Hudson’s hands travel feverishly over my skin, sliding up my throat until two of his fingers push inside my mouth, pressing to the back of my throat and causing my whole body to convulse, clamping my thighs around Rylee’s face.

“Oh, fuck,” Rylee mutters, the vibration of his words rubbing against my clit.

Hudson’s hands scoop under my thighs, lifting them from Rylee’s shoulders, and he lays me on the ground. He returns to the couch as Rylee crawls across the carpet and lays his body beside mine, resting on his elbow so he can lean over me. He brushes a gentle kiss over my lips. He tastes of me.

“Lift your knees.”

Hudson can see everything as I lift my knees and let my legs fall open. He groans, sitting forward again, straining to watch as Rylee’s hand snakes down my torso.

“Touch her,” he commands.

Rylee wastes no time as he pushes a finger inside me. My back arches off the floor, my hips rising to meet his thrusts.

“Fuck you’re tight,” he whispers in my ear.

“What did you say to her?” Hudson’s words come out as a bark, but he gives Rylee no time to answer before his question changes. “What did he say to you?”

I bite my lip, resisting the urge to pant as Rylee’s finger slides in and out. “He said I was tight.”

Hudson groans again and sits closer to the edge of the seat. He runs his hands through his hair and sucks in a deep breath. I want him to stalk over and toss Rylee away. I want him to claim what’s his instead of watching another man play with me. But I don’t say any of that because he’s looking at me, he’s watching me. Rylee is slowly but surely giving me back my husband.

It’s a fucked-up world.

“Add another finger.”

Rylee pushes two inside. He moves back and forth with masterful strokes. I begin to pant heavily. It’s too much with both their eyes on me. I’m too close to coming.

“She’s getting tighter,” Rylee says it directly to Hudson this time. Hudson slides off the couch to his knees. He moves across the floor, coming to kneel by my side.

“Does it feel good to have his fingers inside you?” he asks, bending lower to brush his lips over mine as he speaks.

Hudson’s closeness only increases the intensity of the sensations swirling through me. I nod.

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