Broken Play, page 26
“I didn’t do a very good job,” I try to say, but his fingers move, softly pinching my lips to shut me up.
“Shh, I’m not done. I’ve got your back, June. Now and forever. I have you. I have us. I spent our whole lives seeing you as something I needed to protect. After Jonas, I would have burned the world down to keep you from harm. But that’s never what you needed. You’re strong enough to take care of yourself. All you needed was my support, and I failed you. Nothing like this will ever happen again, baby. I love you,” he repeats the words as he assaults my face with little kisses.
“Drew, I did a bad job, too. I held on so tightly to my insecurities and didn’t put forth the effort I should have.” I shut my eyes, taking a moment to force back the dew growing in them.
“You did, June. The best way you knew how. So many of your insecurities are my fault. I never treated you how I should have. I exposed you to all the worst parts of the football lifestyle. You sat on the sidelines, always supporting me, while I treated you like a backup plan instead of my only plan, my happy ever after. I hope you can someday forgive me for all of it. I’ll understand if you can’t.”
“I could still do better,” I quietly argue.
“We’ll do better together.”
Drew stays attentive the rest of the night. Stripping us both down to nothing, leading me to the shower where he bathes me with tenderness and care. Like I’m fragile. As if I’m the most precious thing he’s ever touched.
Afterward, he cocoons us naked in bed. Face to face, skin to skin. He just holds me, surveys me, touches me, gazes into my fucking soul. It’s strange how close it makes me feel to him.
“Is it okay if we don’t have sex tonight?” he asks. Hesitancy tinges his voice, the apprehension back on his brow.
“Why?” I wonder aloud.
“I don’t want you to think that’s all I’m about. Or that it’s all I want from you. It’s not. I want it all.” His nose brushes mine. I tilt my face up to press a small kiss on the tip.
“I know you’re more than a man who needs a particular type of sex. It wasn’t me who reduced you to that.” The implication of what I’m saying contorts his features. He was the one who did that, and Lorelai, too.
Instead of responding, he snuggles closer, one hand pressing into my ass so it shifts me closer to his hard length. Bodily instinct wants to grind into it, only my head stops me. If he wants a night without sex, I’ll give it to him. I understand what he’s trying to do, even if I don’t find it necessary. It’s not all about me. Any more than it’s all about him, anyway. We’re a team and we need to start acting like it again.
“Have you gone to the house yet?” he asks, changing the subject.
“No.”
“Why not, baby?” Concern takes over his darkened eyes.
“We’ll go together. I didn’t want to enter it wondering if it was going to be just for me.”
“We’ll go together,” he agrees and kisses my forehead. “Then I’ll take you to all the others.”
This is how we fall asleep. Wrapped up in each other, talking about everything and nothing. Enjoying being us for the first time in far too long.
23
DREW
I wasn’t expecting a naked June when I walked through the door. Well, naked except for that hot as hell harness Noah bought for her.
I hold my hand up, gesturing for my guest to wait at the door before pacing toward my wife. She’s perfectly perched on a cushion, that juicy ass of hers snuggled between her feet. She’s a quick learner.
Her pale skin shimmers just slightly, as if she took time to clean and polish herself. For me. I’m half hard at the idea of her primping to please me.
As I step in front of her, she doesn’t raise her chin to look at me. Instead, she keeps it demurely cast down. I kneel and lift her face with a single finger.
“What is all this, baby?” She’s not only prepared herself but also laden the coffee table with an array of finger foods. Charcuterie and a fruit tray with chocolate and cream—something she’s always managed easily since it doesn’t require cooking.
“Our date,” she says with a sly smile. “Get naked and feed me.”
I laugh, the sound low and wicked even to my own ears. Amused that she wants to control the situation, even when she doesn’t know what it truly is.
“I had my own ideas for our date tonight. I was going to speak to you about it, but you’ve caught us by surprise.”
“Us?” Her eyes widen in surprise and her chest rises and falls more rapidly.
Glancing over her shoulder, I nod. He comes to mimic my position behind June, kneeling to whisper in her ear. I watch her skin pebble under his words.
“Good evening, my sweet June.”
A small gasp escapes her, her mouth parting so her tongue can come out and try to lick away the surprise.
In a million years you wouldn’t have been able to convince me that I’d ever invite another man into my relationship with June. But, then again, when I finally manned up to my love for her and made her my wife, I would’ve never believed the idea that I’d be a lecherous cheater either.
Noah asked me yesterday if he could tag along to the school visits today, saying he misses being on the field, throwing the ball. I agreed because Noah and I need to be friends, for June’s sake.
We’ve spoken every day since June flew back to New Orleans. At first, it was because I looked at him as an enemy for so long, it was best to keep him close.
Only, he’s not an enemy. Our conversations have proved that. We spoke at length about June, about his time with her. I believe him when he says he loves her but is not in love with her. And when he says he’s only had her best interests in mind since shortly after they met.
He admitted that their first meeting was planned with some ulterior motives in mind. That he would have fucked her out of pure spite if she hadn’t been the type of person she is. If she’d had even one unkind bone inside of her.
It was him telling me about the night they spent together that truly let me see him as something more like an ally. Which, yeah, that’s weird as fuck to say. But, while I wanted to kill him for having his hands on her, for being wrapped around her all night, he explained his motives.
He told me that she asked to be taken to a sex club. She’s adorably naïve to that part of the kink world. She had no idea what she was asking. Not really. By that time, Noah knew her well enough to understand her intentions, perhaps better than she did since I’ve had her in such a state of confusion.
Then, we talked about June’s fantasies and how I can give her a version without breaking our still fragile second chance, but maybe even strengthening it. Nothing about our marriage has been very conventional, after all.
While I’ve been actively working through all my bullshit, and I’ve given June a taste of what I like, I have not given her wants big enough importance. I’ve dismissed them, even. And that’s a habit I need to break. I need to trust her as much as I need her to trust me.
So here I am. Trusting her to know what she wants and trusting her to know what our marriage can survive.
“Drew?” she asks breathlessly, looking up at me with hooded eyes.
“He’ll leave right now, if you tell him to. Or we can discuss some ground rules. The ball is in your court, June,” I say, but I reach forward and gently tweak one hard nipple. “I can see what your body is saying. Tell us what your head and heart are saying.”
“I…” She exhales hard. “I don’t want to have sex with Noah.”
“I’ll leave you to your night,” Noah says, beginning to rise.
“No,” June says. “I want you to stay.” Her sight hasn’t left mine. There is a flash of panic there. But I don’t think she’s afraid of what will happen if he stays. I think she’s afraid if he leaves, she won’t get another chance. I raise an eyebrow at her.
“So, he stays, but he doesn’t get to fuck you.”
She nods.
“Baby, that was never on the table. But I’m glad you agree,” I say. I want to give her what she wants, hard as that is going to be. But come the fuck on. I am not able to watch anyone else fuck her.
Besides, this was a subject Noah and I touched on today. Even though June went to his place with the intention of fucking Noah, turned out she was nowhere near ready for it. He recognized it in her and when he brought it up, she broke down in tears, saying how much she’d wished he were me.
It broke my fucking heart as much as it made me happy to hear. I’ll never fuck her over again, but I’d like to think that if she did ever decide to be done with my stupid ass, she’d have a shot at happiness again.
We’re both so hopelessly entwined, neither of us can ever give up on the other.
“It wasn’t?” She pouts a little and though that brings a smile to my face, it also makes me want to swat that ass of hers.
“No, June. Because we both know that once he sinks into your pretty pussy, he’ll never want to leave. And I’m not having that,” I tell her. Her tongue darts out again. “Does that make you wet? Knowing how much he wants to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I reach over to the tray of fruit, artfully arranged in a rainbow of color, and pick up a slice of orange. Running a thumb down her bottom lip, I pull her mouth open slightly more and squeeze the citrus juice into her mouth. Then I rub the masticated fruit down her throat and over one pert nipple.
“I’m going to go clean up. Noah can feed you while I do that. Okay?” I ask, and she nods again. “Get her messy for me, man.”
“My pleasure,” Noah purrs as I walk down the hall to the bedroom, trying not to freak out that I just left my naked wife with another dude.
I trust her. I do. But this is a first on so many levels. The one bothering me the most is my lack of control over what is happening in the other room while I take the quickest shower in my life. I don’t have a problem with Noah touching her. In fact, it excites me. It’s just that I want to be there directing the action. Telling them both what to do.
Fuck, that makes me hard as hell.
Once done with the shower, I don’t bother dressing. I’ve grown up in locker rooms with men; I’m not threatened by anybody’s dick. Instead, I rummage through the room until I find her stash of toys. I owe Leighton another damned house for the stellar array of props she’s set Junie up with. Grabbing the items I want, I walk back out to the living room.
Low voices waft down from the living room. I slow my pace to listen.
“I just don’t want him to do anything he doesn’t want to do.”
“He wants this. He thinks this will make you stronger as a couple, June. I tend to agree. You need to experience some of the things you dream of. Drew needs to be the one who hands them to you.”
He’s not wrong. There are so many things, sexually, I’ve kept from her. So many I can fulfill for her on my own, and I will. This one needs assistance and I don’t want her to ever wonder about it, to think that if she’d divorced me or delayed getting back together, that she could have explored her fantasies.
Plus, if ever there was a test of our trust, it’s this.
Noah sits on the sofa, June still perched on the floor at his feet, as he feeds her bite-sized pieces of food with his fingers. Her tits are shiny from trails of fruit juice.
Perfect.
“Rules,” I state as I walk up behind her. “Do you have any, June?”
“Just the one I said.”
“Right, that was a vague answer. Care to elaborate?”
“What do you mean?” she asks, tilting her head all the way up to me as I loom over her.
“Noah. Remind her of all the ways she can be fucked.”
He moves to squat in front of her, but she keeps looking at me.
“I can fuck your delicate hand or your heavy breasts,” he says as he swipes a bit of chocolate on the underside of one tit. Her eyes flicker closed for a long second.
“That sassy mouth,” he continues when I reach down to frame her chin and run my thumb over her lips, feeling her desperate little gasps for more air as her body heats up. “That wet pussy, or your tight little ass.”
“Oh my God,” she breathes out on a shiver.
“No fucking any of those things?” I ask her with a smirk, knowing she doesn’t know how to answer the question and enjoying watching her squirm.
“Um, no penetration below the waist. I’ll defer the rest to you,” she says before sucking my thumb into her mouth.
“That’s your only stipulation?”
She nods.
“Say the words, June.”
“That’s my only stipulation.”
“You’re agreeing to anything else I ask him to do to you?”
“Yes, but if at any time I don’t like something, I’ll tell you to stop.”
“Good girl,” I praise. “You understand Noah is here to help enhance your pleasure, and you have nothing to be afraid of, right?”
“I do,” she says without hesitancy. “You have to agree to the same thing, Drew. If you don’t like anything that’s happening, you say stop.”
“Trust me, baby, I fucking will,” I agree as I drop the items I brought out with me to the floor next to her.
“On your hands and knees now, June. Stick that sweet ass up in the air.”
She scrambles into the position while Noah rises and strips down to nothing but his pants. He’s fit. I’m more fit. My ego likes that.
I gently push June’s legs apart with my foot, then I grab the bottle of lubricant and drip a few drops down the seam of her ass.
“What is that?”
“Preparation,” I answer her, working the gel down and rimming that virgin hole of hers. Noah grabs the plug, eyeing me. “Open your mouth for Noah.”
“Suck on it, get it nice and wet,” he tells her. When he’s satisfied, he removes it and hands it to me.
“Relax,” I tell her as I slowly start to insert it. It’s small, a starter, another thing I’ll thank Leighton for, as weird as that conversation may be. “Okay, now bear down. Good, good. Okay, clench. Good girl, June,” I say when it’s fully seated. I flick it a couple of times and a little whimper escapes her.
“You like how it feels?” I ask, giving one ass cheek a soft swat.
“Yes.”
“Thank Noah for his help.”
“Thank you, Noah,” she says in a weak voice. I slide my hand down, feeling how wet she is. She’s practically shaking with a needy desire, and my fingers come back up sopped with it.
“You’re very wet, June. It’s practically leaking out of your cunt,” I tell her. “Is that because of me or Noah?”
“You. It’s always for you.”
“I know. But maybe we can share, just a little, tonight. Noah, have a seat.” I nod to the sofa next to us and gently use the harness to bring June back up to her knees before moving to stand in front of her.
Being the perfect creature she is, June wiggles her ass down to cradle between her feet, getting to the height she’s already learned I like. There’s a brief wince as the plug shifts, sending sensations she’s not yet used to. A smile teases my lips as I watch her discomfort rapidly change into pleasure.
“Let Noah have a taste of you. Coat your fingers with yourself,” I say and wait while she does. Her movements are tentative at first, still unused to playing with herself, especially with an audience. After a few seconds, though, she finds a stride. “Fingers out now, June. You don’t give yourself pleasure tonight. That’s our job. Now hold your hand up for Noah.”
She stares back at me while her trembling hand rises up to Noah. He’s relaxed in his seat, as if he has no care in the world. As if he’s not watching a naked, married couple play at sex games. Leaning far enough forward, he doesn’t touch her with anything but his tongue at first. He takes a long lick from the base of her palm all the way up to the tip of her middle finger before he sucks it in.
“Ask him if he likes it,” I say.
“Do you like it?”
I almost don’t hear her over the sounds wafting up from the street outside.
“It was barely a taste. I’d need more to decide for sure,” Noah says, his darkened eyes betraying his calm demeanor.
“Climb up on Noah’s lap, face to him, and straddle his thighs.” Once she’s in position, I pause to evaluate my feelings. I promised myself I wouldn’t rush through tonight. No acting on just feeling, passion, and desire. Needing to be in tune with Junie’s reactions is the highest priority, of course. Yet, I can’t deny that I don’t mind Noah’s nearness. Instead of being enraged by her pussy hovering less than inches away from his dick, I’m turned on by it. His hands going to her waist to help steady her into position has more blood rushing to my aching cock.
I want his pants gone, so he feels her wetness drip onto his cock that will never have the chance to know how incredibly amazing it feels to sink inside her.
“Up on your knees, nice and tall,” I instruct. “Push that ass back so I can fuck you while you offer up those sticky tits for Noah.” She takes position as I draw closer, adjusting so that both her legs and his are in between my wide stance.
Cock in hand, I tease her opening, making sure to move the anal plug enough to keep her balance off. Noah guides her legs wider, then keeping a hand on one of her thighs, he loops the other in her harness and pulls her forward. His mouth latches onto a nipple at the same time I thrust forward.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries at the same time I think it, the small phallus in her ass making it a snugger fit than usual. My head falls back, and I let myself just feel… her wetness, her heat, her walls clenching in time with my movements.
“You have the best breasts, June. Drew’s a lucky man.”
Right, Noah is here.
I reach around to knead the one his mouth isn’t on. The harder my thrusts, the harder it is for her to keep those tits in his reach, and by the noises he’s making, he’s enjoying his mouth on her.
