“Faster,” she gasped. Tyler would want it that way. It would send him racing to climax.
“Liar.” He whacked a playful slap across her ass and slowed his pace.
The increased friction lit her pussy aflame again almost immediately. She sucked in a huge breath and clawed the arm of the sofa. Nothing had prepared her for this kind of thrill.
“Move with me,” Tyler demanded.
Del rocked back into him as he established a rhythm, deep, steady, and overwhelming. And he held a possessive arm around her as he crashed into her again and again, the flat of his palm sliding over her mound as the pressure rose. The need swelled. Then the explosion became inevitable.
With a scream, she careened over the edge a third time. The orgasm was low and long and deep. Pulsing, throbbing, taking all her energy and will.
Afterward, exhaustion swamped her. Her body went limp. Her eyes almost refused to open . . . but Tyler still kept slowly thrusting his way into her.
“Fuck, that’s amazing, Del,” Tyler praised.
“It is, babe. It really has been too long for you.” A line worried itself between Eric’s brows as he frowned.
Was he concerned that she’d been so deprived or that she melted in another man’s arms?
A moment later, it didn’t matter as Tyler hit a spot so deep inside her that it sent her racing headlong for climax again. Her tissues swelled. Each thrust burned low, sensations gathering so deep, all so new. Her entire body tensed, thighs trembling as she hung between insanity and thrill.
Tyler groaned long and loud. “Jesus. I’m pressing against her cervix. I feel her against the head of my dick. So damn snug. She’s killing me.”
Del cried out at the cacophony of sensations hurtling her deeper into pleasure.
He eased back immediately. “Am I hurting you?”
“No!” she panted. “Don’t stop.”
She didn’t even take a breath before he shoved his cock into her so hard, he knocked the sofa a few inches across the hardwood floor—and her senses all to hell. She took a soaring cliff dive off the edge and flew into a consuming, throbbing bliss. Her shout of satisfaction roared in her ears as her swollen walls pressed down on Tyler relentlessly. Surely, he’d follow her into orgasm.
He didn’t.
Del realized that a few shocked seconds later when he started pumping hard and steady into her again. The room spun. Her vision swam. And still, Tyler continued fucking her.
Eric grabbed her arm. “Del . . . oh my God.”
“You okay?” Tyler demanded.
Better than okay. Del nodded, happy and sated.
“A nod doesn’t do it. Talk to me.”
His voice kept getting deeper and deeper. That shouldn’t turn her on. She should be incapable of being aroused at this point.
As he surged into her again, he brushed every stimulated inch of flesh all the way up her pussy. Del knew for certain that she was still fully capable of being aroused.
“Tyler!” she tensed.
“Yeah, angel.” She heard the strain in his voice. “Tell me you can take more.”
The idea was crazy, beyond insane . . . “I can.”
“Good. I want to see you come again. Your skin flushes, your body shudders. It’s so fucking hot.”
“Dude, I don’t think so . . .” Eric looked skeptical—and perplexed.
She’d have to say something to explain her shamelessness—no idea what—but that was later. Right now, Tyler strummed his fingers over the bundle of nerves between her legs and drove her up, up, up as he pressed his cock deep once more, making her nerve endings beg.
“She can,” Tyler assured. “She’s clamping down on me. Her clit is hard. I can get another orgasm out of her.”
“I’m fine,” she forced herself to say. This wasn’t supposed to be about her pleasure, and suddenly, she wondered if Eric was ready for the experience to be over. “Don’t worry about me, Tyler. Do what you need to do.”
“And leave you hanging? Fuck no. What I need is to see you come again. Will you do that for me?”
Eric’s dark gaze snagged hers, probing, raw. His expression tightened—and that kicked her in the gut. What did she say with her lover demanding more and her troubled husband looking on? She blinked, her mind raced. The silent moments stood thick.
Tyler ceased all movement. “I told you earlier, Del, you stop talking, I stop fucking.”
Anguished pleasure ratcheted up inside her, damn near stopping her breath, her heartbeat. She gripped leather from the sofa cushion in her hand and cried out.
“That’s not an answer,” Tyler growled.
“Give him a goddamn answer,” Eric snarled, grabbing her chin. “Can you come again?”
Lie? Don’t lie? Del suspected that each man wanted a different answer. How could she betray Eric? But how could she fail Tyler after all he’d done?
Her husband stared with burning eyes, waiting.
“You’re thinking too hard. Your body wants it bad, angel.” Tyler pressed his cock deeper in her pussy. “Tell me the truth.”
She bit her lip to keep her keening cry in, but she failed. “Please.”
Before she finished speaking, Tyler thrust into her again—and lit her up like a city skyline. Eric clenched his fists, his mouth pressing into an angry line. She could feel the fury radiating off of him now.
Tyler paid him no mind and murmured in her ear, “You ever been taken anally?”
Del had pondered it. Some of her friends admitted to loving it. Eric had mentioned it a lot early in their marriage, but she’d always shied away.
Tyler pushed her hair off her damp neck, letting his lips linger just below her ear. “Yes or no, angel.”
“I—I . . .”
He withdrew from her pussy and plunged two fingers inside her. Purpose driving him, Tyler rubbed a spot against her front wall, just behind her clit that had her eyes bulging and her breath stuttering.
“No wonder you’re burning me up. You have one hot, tight cunt, angel. I could stay here all night.”
“She’s exhausted.” Eric’s voice was low and tight.
Del frowned. Did his objection really have anything to do with her well-being?
Tyler blew Eric off. “Not entirely. I can make her come.”
Could he ever . . .
The thought had barely crossed her mind when he pulled his fingers free. Immediately, he eased those two digits into her untried backside—at the same time he shoved his cock deep in her clutching, swollen pussy again.
Nerve endings roared, swirled, gathered, tensed. She held her breath, the world stopping completely, except for her roaring heart. Tyler pulled back, then slammed home again, his fingers in her backside creating sensations she’d never imagined and couldn’t repress. She went off like a fireworks display, all explosions and bright colors behind her eyes. Her body jerked, shuddered. She’d never felt anything so intense.
“You’d like having your ass fucked,” Tyler murmured silkily in her ear before she’d even caught her breath. “I’d love to give it to you so sweet and slow that you’d cry.”
Del believed he could do that. And, God help her, she wanted it.
“You’re not going anywhere near my wife’s ass.” Eric’s eyes had darkened from annoyance to condemnation. “Are you done yet?”
“Don’t be a prick,” Tyler groused. “With as much shit as she put up with lately from you, she needs this. Don’t you want your woman happy?”
Warmth suffused Del. How had he known how badly she needed to be held and wanted?
Eric’s face simply closed up.
No matter how much she’d love to stay in this moment with the lover who’d given her more consideration and pleasure than any other, she had to think about her marriage.
“Tyler . . .” she tried to protest.
“You’re not giving up for him.” Tyler punctuated the statement with a honey-slow slide into her pussy and a gentle thrust of his fingers into her ass. “You’ve given up everything in the last three months to care for him. The least he can do since he started this is to let us finish it.”
Del melted. Her body felt so heavy and boneless, she wasn’t sure she wanted to move. Then Tyler rocked into her, one smooth stroke after another. Sensations danced again. Her libido was like a car engine: Once revved, she was ready to race. It seemed like seconds before pleasure clutched low in her belly and another orgasm raced through her veins.
Before the burning pressure gave way to ecstasy, Tyler stopped, cursed, and withdrew.
“No!” she protested automatically. “Please don’t stop.”
Eric grabbed her face and forced her gaze to him. “You like him fucking you?”
She bit her lip, her own anger swelling. But unleashing it wouldn’t solve this situation. “You started this.”
“And now he’s being an ass about it,” Tyler asserted. “It’s not all about you, dude.”
Before her husband could reply, Tyler turned her into his embrace and perched her butt on the arm of the sofa. With impatient hands, he spread her legs impossibly wide, then surged back into her pussy.
Then he drilled his stare deep into her, somehow fusing them together. “I fucking need you, Del. Now.”
His first thrust came hard and fast. And deep. So damn deep, Del swore she’d never lose the sensation of him being inside her. She groped behind her, trying to stabilize herself.
Before she could fall, Tyler reached around her waist and hauled her closer, spreading her legs even wider with his hips. He kissed her neck, her shoulder.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
Helplessly, her gaze flew up to his, so green, so intent. In that moment, she could read him: his determination to make her feel good, the surprise at their insane sexual chemistry, the need to see her not just sated but happy.
He tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, then placed a lingering kiss over her mouth. Electric longing jolted through her body. For that fraction of time, it was just the two of them, and Del gave herself completely to Tyler.
Eyes closed, she threw her arms around his neck, trusting that he would hold her in place tightly against him. And he did as he eased in again and again, deep inside her, fusing their mouths together.
God, he was not just inside her now, but a part of her. She and Eric had been married for two years, and she’d had her fair share of college sex, but nothing had been more intimate than this. Tyler’s hot breath against her lips, followed by the probe of his softly searching tongue. His sweat-damp chest smashed against hers, their hearts both pounding crazy fast in sync. Him clutching her backside and pulling her so close . . . No one else existed. It was just the two of them and the steadily rising tide of pleasure that threatened to drown her.
“Del.”
Tyler’s voice sounded damn near frantic. His deep, rapid breaths betrayed his excitement, and it spiked a thrill within her.
“Del!” he demanded.
“Yes. I’m here. Whatever you need.”
“Jesus Christ, I need to be deeper inside you.”
Suddenly, she wanted that, too. “You’re as deep as you can go.”
“No, damn it.”
Unbelievably, his cock hardened even more. Her heart swelled with the thought that he needed her so much. She felt that need as he shoved a fist in her hair and pulled until her lips fit perfectly against his. Then he kissed her, hot, urgent, until she clutched at him and gasped into the hot cavern of his mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” he swore against her lips. “Nothing has ever been better. Take all of me.”
She nodded frantically.
“Say it.”
“Give me everything.”
“Come with me.”
Del didn’t think that was possible until he was shuddering and shouting, his entire body tense, his cock pulsing thickly inside her. His pleasure provoked hers. Desire broadsided her. She held her breath as a short, violent release stormed its way through her body.
“Tyler!” she screamed, orgasm ravaging her until she leaned limp and sated against his chest, her breathing slowly coming back under control as he cuddled her against him, a tender hand soothing her back.
Suddenly, clapping erupted behind her. Instantly, the spell was broken.
Del jerked her gaze around to see Eric slowly clapping, fury dripping from his expression. “I’m trying to decide if that was great porn or just a really fucking disloyal stab in the back.” He gripped his chin in mock thought, then shook his head. “No. Actually, I know the answer.”
“We gave you what you asked for here,” Tyler bit out, holding her protectively, still buried inside her.
“Bullshit. You were supposed to fuck her at my direction, not cling to her like she mattered and make love to her.”
Tyler had made something that felt a whole lot like love to her. She’d made love back with him at the end. Guilt swamped her.
Using his arms, Eric clambered off the couch, heading for his wheelchair. There was no doubt in Del’s mind that he intended to charge Tyler and . . . what, pick a fight?