A crazy game of truth or dare(4)
Emma didn’t have time to respond before Tony returned with three beers, handing them each a bottle.
“To love,” he said, lifting his drink.
Rob chuckled, raising his bottle to meet Tony’s. Emma followed, their bottles clinking together. She smiled faintly, though the alcohol was already making her head light.
“Hey, Tony, can you do me a favor?” Rob asked, glancing at him over the rim of his bottle. “We didn’t get many pictures earlier… could you take a couple of us?” He handed Tony his phone without waiting for a reply.
“Great idea, babe,” Emma said, giving Rob a half-smile. “Let me just put my clothes back on.”
Rob waved his hand dismissively. “Oh, nonsense! I’ve got tons of boring photos. I want my bride in her sexy white lingerie.”
Emma blushed, glancing down at herself. She was well aware of how little she was wearing, but hearing Rob say it out loud in front of Tony made her cheeks burn hotter.
“Whatever you want, babe,” she replied, forcing a smile onto her lips even as her stomach twisted.
“Yep, that’s why I married her!” Rob laughed, giving her ass another loud slap.
Emma jumped slightly at the sting but held her pose. She was already in too deep to back out now.
“Okay, you two, get nice and close,” Tony directed, stepping in front of them with the phone raised.
Rob pulled Emma tightly against him, his arm wrapped snug around her waist. She played along, resting her hand on his chest like they were posing for a wedding magazine.
“Beautiful. Such a handsome couple,” Tony murmured, adjusting the angle on the phone. “That’s it-snuggle into each other.”
As Emma leaned closer to Rob, she caught Tony’s gaze flicking down to her cleavage. The more she pressed into Rob, the deeper her cleavage became, and Tony was practically salivating. She could almost hear his thoughts-praying for a wardrobe malfunction.
“Now, how about a kiss?” Tony suggested, his voice lower now.
Rob laughed and took control before Emma could protest. He turned to her and planted his lips on hers without hesitation. She froze for a split second, then melted into the kiss. What choice did she have?
“A proper kiss!” Tony chuckled, egging them on.
Rob grinned against her mouth. “Yeah, babe, give me a proper kiss. Tony won’t believe we’re really married if we give him a little peck.”
Emma cursed herself for ever playing this stupid game. She could see how smug Rob was, and something in her snapped. Fine. If he wanted to play, she could play, too.
“We can’t have anyone doubting us, can we, baby?” she murmured, her eyes locking onto Rob’s with a look that said she wasn’t afraid of him.
Rob’s gaze flickered with surprise, then amusement. He loosened his grip just enough for her to tilt her head and press her lips to his.
The kiss was soft at first-gentle and slow. But neither was willing to be the first to pull away. Within seconds, Emma’s tongue slid against Rob’s lips, hoping to shock him into backing off.
But he didn’t.
Instead, his tongue met hers eagerly, and his hand squeezed her ass again, forcing a soft gasp from her. Her mouth opened wider, allowing his tongue to slip inside.
Emma’s head spun, from both the booze and the sudden heat coursing through her veins. She couldn’t believe he was willing to cheat on Sarah over some stupid dare. Then again… wasn’t she doing the same? The realization made her stomach twist, but she didn’t stop.
Neither of them did.
Their tongues danced together, slow but deep. She could taste the beer on his lips, feel his breath getting heavier.
“Perfect,” Tony muttered, snapping photo after photo. He adjusted himself through his jeans while they were too busy to notice.
Rob had dreamed about this for years. Now, here he was-kissing Emma, his hand greedily kneading her ass through the thin white thong. She was every bit as soft as he’d imagined.
“Perfect. You two were made for each other,” Tony added, switching the phone to video and stepping closer.
“Congratulations to this very sexy couple,” he said. “Do you guys have anything to say to the camera?”
Emma seized the chance to pull away. She turned toward Tony, catching her breath.
“I just want to say I love Rob very much. And his sister, Sarah… her and Rob are so close, she feels like family.” Her voice dripped with sarcasm, hoping the reminder would snap Rob out of it.
But Rob just smiled. He wasn’t backing down.
“Oh, that’s so sweet, baby,” he said, tightening his arm around her waist. “I’d just like to say how much I love my sexy wife. Don’t you think Emma’s sexy, Tony?”
Tony’s grin was feral.
“She’s incredible. You’re a lucky man.”
“Right? I mean, just look at her.” Rob’s eyes gleamed. “I hope you’re getting her all in this video. Turn around, honey-give me a 360 view.”
Emma glared at him but slowly turned on her toes. She hated how she obeyed him, how easily she played along, but what else could she do?
“Look at this ass,” Rob said, slapping it hard.
Emma flinched again but bit her lip.
“Have you ever seen a better ass, Tony?”
“Incredible,” Tony croaked, his throat suddenly dry.
Emma’s stomach churned. She was being displayed like a piece of meat, and neither man was hiding their hunger.
“I just want to eat it,” Rob laughed, bending down and kissing her bare cheek.
“Mmm, tastes so good,” he murmured, his tongue flicking out and leaving a wet mark on her skin.
Tony was eating it up, eyes wide as he recorded every second.
“Is her ass your favorite part of her?” he asked eagerly.
Emma’s cheeks burned hotter. She couldn’t believe how far this was going.
“Tough question,” Rob mused. “I do love her ass… I mean, really love it.”
He gave her another lingering kiss before turning her back around to face them.
“But then you’ve got this face,” he said, running a hand along her jaw, “and of course… these tits.”
His hands slid down, cupping one breast firmly through her lace bra.
Emma froze. Her heart hammered in her chest. This was too far. Way too far. But she forced herself to stay still. If she backed out now, he’d win. She couldn’t let him have that.
“Mmm, yeah, they look amazing,” Tony said, taking a step closer. His phone was still recording, but his eyes were glued to Rob’s hands.
“Aren’t they?” Rob said. “And they feel real.”
“Oh… they’re not?”
“Nope,” Rob replied, giving her breast a gentle squeeze. “But they look it, don’t they? And they feel it. Win-win.”
Emma gasped as his fingers found her nipple through the thin fabric. It hardened instantly.
Rob moved behind her, his other hand finding her second breast and giving it the same attention.
“So, to answer your question, Tony, I think her tits are my favorite part of my sexy wife.”
He leaned close to her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you? You dirty bitch,” he whispered, his tongue flicking her earlobe.
Emma’s body betrayed her. A shiver ran down her spine, and her thighs pressed together instinctively.
She met Tony’s gaze. He was staring at her like a predator sizing up its prey.
She was a piece of meat. And the worst part? Some twisted part of her liked it.
“You like being my slutty wife?” Rob whispered again, his cock grinding against her ass now.