Careful What You Wish For Pt 02 3

"Can I watch?" Wasn't something that I expected to hear from Matt, the thoroughly fucked interloper that I actually brought home - and to be honest hearing it didn't throw a bucket of ice water over the burning need I was feeling for my husband.

"Oh, I think you earned that, Matt," Adam's eyes weren't on Matt, not even as his grin grew almost wicked with whatever show he intended to give the other man, using his fingers to tilt my chin up I fought against leaning into any touch he benevolently bestowed on me - his eyes couldn't look any darker and every single muscle in my body tensed. "I think Matt's earned to watch you be ruined, don't you?"

My agreement was a hint of a whisper, since my voice seemed to have left along with anything remotely like rational thought.

And then his fingers left my chin, and he stepped away, behind me and out of my sightline - leaving me with only Matt to focus on - and I swear his grin grew as he watched whatever Adam was doing as I heard a drawer open, light rustling, and then it closing again. Could eyes really light up like Christmas lights? Or were my eyes deceiving me with Matt's?

Adam's finger tip touched the base of my spine and if I'd thought my muscles couldn't be more tense, I learned quickly how wrong I was. Shushing me, as if that would help, he trailed with a tickling lightness the entire length of my spine, and once his finger found my neck, he added the rest of his hand to wrap around my throat and tug so I was once again kneeling.

Lips pressed against my ear, he asked me if I trusted him - something I would never in a million years say no to, but the way my body was trembling he clearly needed reassurance. Promising that I did, would always trust him.

"Good girl," the heat from his words only fueled the heat growing in the apex of my body. "Such a good girl - or you are now at least." Shit, I almost forgot that I had hit the dreaded "3".

I wasn't prepared for his hand leaving my throat to work in concert with the other to slide something silky along my back. He told me to close my eyes and then that silkiness was sliding over then, and with a lightness that shook me, he tightened it behind my head. The way the extra length teased down my back, I thought he'd used a pair of my own stockings for this makeshift blindfold. The addition of my bluetooth headset that I'd carelessly tossed on the top of the dresser earlier wasn't something I could prepare for - and I was surprised that one of my writing playlists was already starting,

Jumping almost out of my skin, or perhaps the sandals that were still on my feet, the first stroke of fingers across my cheek came as a complete shock, and the fact that I had no clue if he was speaking - or what he might be saying to Matt - wasn't a punishment I'd ever imagined.

Adam's voice was something that I could never hear enough of - not only while we were being intimate - it was something that was intrinsically him and I could swear that I could pick him out of a crowd as long as I could hear a snippet of him speaking. And he just deprived me of it.

Fingers were sliding along my arm, brushing my hair over my shoulder so they could trace along the ridge from one side to the other, then down my spine before cupping and kneading one globe of my ass around where I was settled carefully on my heels and then a second hand was on my other cheek. If someone asked me if a touch could be tender, yet brutal I could now say yes - since the hands on me weren't causing actual pain, but the inability to know what would come and if the gentleness would cease and raw need would take over was a new form of brutality.

A finger, while one hand moved to massage my hip, slid lower - teasing at my tiny rosebud and causing a new type of shiver to run through me - then lower still, testing my wetness, which was nowhere near ceasing to flow. Lips that I would know anywhere brushed my shoulder as the finger probed deeper, causing my hips to lurch and the hand on my hip to tighten its grip to keep me still. Another finger was added alongside the first, and the thumb brushed across my clit - a moan that I couldn't hear, but felt rushed past my lips and Adam's teeth teased my shoulder as his hand pushed me closer and closer - but as soon as I was rushing toward a finish line that was just within my blinded sight, the hand left me clenching around nothing.

The bed dipped and then a hand was on the back of my head, a thumb brushed my lower lip, pulling it down and then running over my teeth until I realized that he wanted me to open up for him - mouth dropping open, the thumb slid in and across my tongue, closing my mouth around it, I lavished it with all the attention I wish I could have given his cock when I could still stare into his eyes. And as soon as I was lost in the thought of that, giving the thumb far more worship than a finger deserved to have, it was gone. But my mouth wasn't empty long enough for me to really voice much of a complaint - feeding me something far more substantial than a finger, my mouth widened to take every inch that he was willing to give me. Tongue flattened against the bottom of his hard length, I moaned as his free hand met the one on the back of my head and fought the satisfied smirk that wanted to peek around the width of him. Soon he was using my mouth as if he owned it - and he did, completely - one hand drifting from holding me in place to rewrap around my throat and I swear I nearly came completely undone without a single touch.

My moaning warned him of how fucking hot I was getting, too hot, he must have decided because he slipped out of my mouth and I was empty again.

I could have growled, or bitten him, I was so on edge - but God knew what punishment he might conjure up if I dared.

His hands were cupping my cheeks, thumbs brushing across my chin and then they took another journey down my shoulders and and along the sides of my body, before returning to my shoulders - a shift on the bed and he was pressing down, clearly wanting me to lower myself to the mattress. When my chest was flat against the coolness of the bedspread, breasts flattened, he moved off the bed and then his hands were on my hips lifting them so I was once again presented in the most open and vulnerable way possible. His hands were like vises, holding me still so even if I wanted to arch or push back in a silent plea I couldn't. Then, like every other moment that could be interpreted as my nearing anything close to satisfaction, his hands were gone, any warmth that I could have hoped to feel from him or his body was completely gone.

I stayed in the position he'd put me in, waiting in anxious limbo and praying against everything I held dear that he wasn't just fucking Matt into a puddle while I had my cheek pressed into the mattress and sat open and waiting.

The bed dipped behind me, and I swallowed so hard that I worried our neighbors might be able to hear me. I felt a hand on my hip, gentler than ever, and then the teasing slide of a rigid head teasing my slit. Before I could give another prayer that it wouldn't disappear, it did, but inside of me with a thrust that had my fists gripping the fabric beneath me. Buried to the hilt, he took a moment to enjoy the warm wetness before he gripped my hips and started a rhythm that had me shaking from both the power and finally having something deep inside of me to quench part of my thirst. With both hands tight on my hips, so he could both control his own movements and limit mine, I gasped when another hand found its way around my throat again to pull me from the mattress, causing my back to arch and the shift had his hardness hitting a new spot that would have made me scream, if I could force it past the fingers digging into my neck.

As my inner muscles clenched around the thrusting cock, and my face burned from the strength of the fingers around my neck, the silk that was wrapped around my eyes shifted and then was gone. Blinking, from the loss of it, I couldn't look beyond the wall behind our headboard, and then the headphones left my ears, and lips were against my ear, teeth teasing the skin.

"Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look with his cock buried inside of you?" Adam's voice, so dark and deep that I felt the vibrations deeper than the cock clearly wasn't his. Gasping at the realization that he wasn't the one giving me what I so desperately wanted, the chuckle that I'd always adored burned against my skin. "Oh, my darling wonderful wife, not what you wanted when you decided to show up with another man at our door?" No, shit, my heart was pounding in sync with the way Matt was using me. "How does it feel to know you aren't getting precisely what that gorgeous, creative mind of yours hoped to cook up?"

My body and mind warred with what it wanted and needed, and getting it in a way I didn't think I wanted or needed it. "You wanted me to take charge, sweetheart," his forehead was pressed against my temple while Matt kept going, pushing me closer and closer - "And I'm giving you that, aren't I?" Fuck, so so close, I could almost taste it. "You look so fucking beautiful right now, so redfaced and needy. I bet you can't even hear those little noises you're making, can you?" Was I? Fuck, fuck, fuck, all I could really focus on was his voice and the steady throbbing that came from each thrust.

And then, like I knew would happen as if he could taste the end coming as much as I could, he told Matt to stop. I went limp, feeling so much loss as Matt was gone too, my skin felt like fire and if I could have crawled out of it I would have.

"You're so close aren't you?" Adam's voice was tinged in pity, almost soothing. "Do you know how much I want to see you cum, my love? Do you have any idea how badly I want to see you ruined?" I couldn't make my lips move, my body was so tight with need. "You can, you know?" I can? What can I do? "All you have to do is beg." Beg? Hadn't I been begging for years now? "Just beg me, baby, beg me to let you finally cum." His tongue was swiping against my skin, licking up the sheen of sweat that had coated me over this evening that only existed thanks to my own stupid plotting.

It came so easily, the pleading and begging. The whimpering needy mess I was, it just came so fucking easily. "Please, Adam," but of course that wasn't enough, Adam wanted more, he wanted details -

"Aw, come on, you can do better than that," his lips were hungry, thirsty against my skin. "You write so much more eloquently than that, my darling." I wasn't sure I could be eloquent, or even pronounce it as much as my body felt like it was on fire. "Tell me precisely what you want, use your words."

And so I tried, so desperately, to articulate just how I wanted to cum for him, on him, with him deep inside of me and finally taking every single part of me that was his, would always be his and his alone.

"What if I want to see you come undone for me on Matt's cock?" His mouth was still touring my skin, tasting my throat like it was the finest of delicacies. "What if I want to watch while he gives you what I want him to? Would you beg me to let Matt finally let you cum?"

Fuck me. "Yes, please, God yes, let Matt fuck me." I hadn't wanted it, not from the moment Matt and I first spoke, this wasn't how I wanted to let go - but at that moment that my entire body wanted nothing more than to just find a release, from whatever touch and taste it could possibly get.

And as if he was just waiting for whatever fucking gesture that Adam was going to give him, Matt was inside of me and my rush forward renewed. Adam's hand tightened around my throat, his mouth against my ear - smile curving as his other hand stroked down my back and he continued to torture me with his words and voice.

"That's right, such a fucking good little pet, aren't you?" God, why could his voice push me past any of the reservations I had with this ending exactly opposite from how I'd hoped? "Look at how tight your body is, don't you fucking love feeling his cock pounding into you? So fucking red faced, it's like you're fighting against it." He pulled his face away from my skin and moved so I could stare into his eyes. "That's right, look at me." As if I could look away, with his hold on my neck and my need to see him. "Don't fight it, just let me see you finally come apart," between the way Matt was stroking so hard and fast into me, and then he took some clue from Adam that I couldn't see or hear, and one of his hands left its bruising hold on my hip and his fingers were rubbing my clit in a way that had my hips bucking back against him.

"That's right, let go, you know you want me to see just how fucking amazing you look when you do, and you want to please me, don't you?" There was both a plea and reminder, almost a threat laced with a dare. His grip on my neck tightened subtly and I made a noise that I finally could hear. "There she is, there's my good fucking girl." And with a little more pressure from Matt's fingers, coupled with the punishing pace he chose to pound into me, it only took another fucking praise to leave Adam's lips for me to finally free fall from the ledge he'd kept me on.

It felt like it went on for hours, the final wave of the promise of an orgasm unleashed and set loose. Gasping, panting, and shaking, Adam's hold left my throat and he was wrapping his arms around me as Matt continued toward his own grand finale, pulling free from me to paint the proof of his own release across my quivering skin, but I barely noticed. Not when Adam's lips were tracing carefully over my face, murmuring the sweetest compliments that he would never dare offer in public.

"You're my good girl," he was holding me as if he could put me back together after watching me be wrecked for him. "You took your punishment so fucking well, baby, and look at how you made Matt cum again." He must have told Matt that he should clean up his mess, since I vaguely felt a tongue crossing over my skin where he must have marked me. "That's right, just let me hold you." As if I could fucking move, wait was I - his finger was sliding across my cheek and collecting far more moisture than the hint of sweat I'd felt. "You needed that so badly, didn't you." My tears were coming without me even realizing I was crying.

Matt left, possibly when Adam lifted me into his arms and carried me into our bedroom. Or maybe before, but clearly he'd been given one more task before he could go - since our tub was filled with warm bubbly water that Adam simply stepped into and arranged me with my back against his chest.

Alone, and holding me, I waited for him to tell me just how he really felt about the evening I'd thrust upon him - so to speak. But instead he took the time to start bathing me, and just as he'd had Matt undress me, he started head first.

"Tilt your head back," his voice was soft, as were his hands as he first dampened my hair with the cup that usually sat on our counter, then massaged shampoo into my scalp, rinsing every trace of bubble free. And it went on, his careful cleansing of every inch of my body, only shifting me slightly away from his chest when absolutely necessary, and never speaking above the softest whisper.

Eventually it was me who asked - and I felt the first shiver of fear when the words left my lips - "Do you want to talk about it?" It - Matt and what I'd done to make all of it unlock and into the light.

"Do you?" His lips were brushing my temple while he held me. "You were the one who ended up in tears."

I was surprised that I wasn't feeling more stress, but the way he said it, the calmness and serenity that seemed to be oozing from him didn't ratchet any nerves. So when I shrugged it felt right.

"Words," he didn't raise his voice, but the same commanding tone was still there and I felt the thrill of it.

Swallowing down the rush of need that such a simple thing created, I managed to use the thing I was known for being adept at. "I think you know that my tears weren't from pain, Adam." He hummed his agreement and I knew he wanted me to go on, since I had been the one to broach the subject in the first place. "I just don't want you to be angry with me -"

The quickness with which he turned me, forcing our faces to mirror one another, even as his hands were on my hips and settling me into a straddling position over his own nearly made my heart stop. His eyes were locked onto mine, and I waited for him to speak.

"Angry?" I could see how his brow furrowed, his eyes only slightly narrowing. "You think I'm angry with you?" I didn't speak, I couldn't, not if there was a chance my single fear was correct. "Oh, baby," his forehead met mine and yet our gazes didn't leave the intense hold we seemed to have on one another. "What you gave me tonight," his tongue sounded so heavy at just the mention of what we'd just done. "That fucking gift that you just fucking knew I wanted somewhere that I didn't even let myself comprehend?" I swallowed past a growing lump in my throat. "How the fuck could I ever be mad at you for that?"

And then, his mouth finally took mine in a kiss that felt like we'd been waiting to have for days, his hands sliding over my skin and mine laced in his hair holding him as tightly to me as I could manage.

Any hint of fear or worry left me as Adam lifted me slightly so I could feel how hard he was - for me - and then as if our bodies were magnets, he was inside of me and everything was settled around me again. And when our mouths parted, when our eyes locked on one another again, I knew without a shadow of a doubt, that I'd made the best fucking decision in pushing past his silent boundaries.

If the water grew colder as I rode Adam, neither of us noticed - and I couldn't even hear the way the water must have churned with every rock and roll that our hips were doing, not when he started to talk me through my chase for an orgasm. Not when his voice was just as rumbling and shadowed as before, not when he told me how fucking good I was at giving him everything, of letting him have all of me, and taking every part of him as well.

Just as powerful, alone with my husband, I came when he urged me to let go for him, to let him see how overcome I could be for him and by him. And he held me as he chased after his own release, making my own last and go on and on.

Panting again, tight against his chest, our foreheads still pressed tight together, a breathy chuckle escaped from my lips.

"What could you possibly find funny right now?" He was smiling, I could see the telltale crinkles framing his dark eyes.

Smirking at how happy he looked and I felt, I sat back and stared at my gorgeous and perfect husband. "Just that you went to all the trouble to clean me up so you could wreck all that work immediately," shrieking as he stood, my legs wrapping around his hips automatically so I didn't fall - but since his arms were tight around me, I shouldn't have worried. "What the hell -"

But he just grinned at me as he stepped out of the tub and walked me into our shower, pressing me against the wall as he used one hand to adjust the settings for optimal warmth. Once he was satisfied it was to his specific wishes, he pulled me under the stream. "I'll clean you up again," he teased, and then his mouth was against my pulse when he made another promise that I knew he was just as intent on keeping. "And then I'll fucking ruin you again, and again, and again -"