“You want more, don’t you?” Caleb asks but it’s rhetorical as his gaze moves back to Noah.“What do you say, wantto giveher a real show?”
“Fuck yeah Ido,” Noah replies, his voice gravelly.
Caleb gives Noah’s shaft one more firm stroke before letting go and making his way over to his bag. He bends over, the tight muscle of his arse flexing. The sound of him unzipping it has the hairs on the back of my neck standing to attention as he pulls out a bottle of lube and tosses it to Noah who catches it effortlessly.
“Oh my God,” I say when realisation hits me.
Caleb turns to face Noah as he walks back towards him, a salacious grin on his face.
“How do you want me?” he asks.
I whimper as I slowly fuck myself with one finger before adding another, my free hand braced behind me for support as I wait for Noah to reply.
“Hmm, I’m torn between you on all fours or beneath me so I can look into your eyes when I make you come,” he says.
Caleb turns to me. “Jessica, do you have a preference?” he asks.
I swallow hard and shake my head. “Either is fine with me as long as I get to watch.”
He gives me a salacious grin in response.
Reaching for the lube, Caleb pops the cap and squeezes a generous amount into his palm before taking hold of Noah and working his hard length.
Noah squeezes his eyes closed, his lips parting as his chin dips forward, and then he watches as Caleb makes sure he’s well lubed up.
He squeezes some on his finger and reaches around to coat his arsehole, and the sight is erotic as fuck.
He turns his back to Noah and approaches me, a wicked glint in his eyes as he lowers the top half of his body onto the mattress beside me.
Fuck me, it’s everything.
I shift to the side to watch as Noah walks up behind him.
Chapter Forty
NOAH
Caleb parts his legs for me, the height of the bed perfect for what I’m about to do to him, as I drop the bottle of lube next to Jessica.
He peers over his shoulder, his eyes moving to my hand working my shaft.
“Well?” he asks. “You going to fuck your husband or what?”
With my free hand, I reach out and grab his arse cheek. Caleb calling me his husband has my barely contained beast pacing, ready to be set free. And if his smirk is anything to go by, he knows it too.
I stand behind him and kick at his ankle. “Spread more.” My words are a demand.
He does and I love it when he submits to me like this and giving it to me on our wedding night makes me impossibly hard.
“I can’t promise this isn’t going to hurt,” I admit. “But I can promise where there’s pain, there will be pleasure.”
“I’m counting on it.”
I spread his arse cheeks and press my finger against his puckered hole, teasing before I slowly slide into the first knuckle. His arse twitches from the intrusion as I push in further untilI’m two knuckles deep and a low moan escapes him. I work him like this, preparing him. Jessica’s eyes burn into me as I see her watching from my peripheral vision.
“Come here, Jessica, give me your fingers.”
Her eyes shoot to mine, her mouth dropping open.
