A crazy game of truth or dare(5)
She could feel how hard he was. And she couldn’t deny the tingle that shot through her at the thought.
Powerless. That’s what she was. And deep down… it excited her.
“Oh, that’s a sweet image right there,” Tony said, switching back to photo mode.
“Anything you want to hold?” Rob whispered in her ear, his breathing heavy.
She was thinking about it. God help her, she was.
“That’s it. Lovely. Such a sexy picture.” Tony was practically panting now.
“How about a kiss in that position?” he asked.
Rob didn’t wait for her to answer. He turned his head toward her, his lips finding hers again.
This time, Emma didn’t hesitate. There was no pretending anymore. She kissed him back-hungrily.
“Yeah, that’s the stuff,” Tony moaned. “So hot.”
He switched back to video, getting closer.
“Keep kissing,” he urged.
Rob moved against her slowly, his cock grinding along the curve of her ass.
Emma moaned into his mouth as his hands squeezed her breasts tighter.
“Okay, I’ve switched to video,” Tony said, sounding breathless. “God, you guys look good together.”
Rob’s cock ached. He couldn’t grind hard enough from behind her.
“Man, I need to sit down,” he said abruptly. “I’ve been on my feet all day.”
Without waiting, he took Emma’s hand and led her to the sofa. He dropped onto it, pulling her down onto his lap.
“Doesn’t mean my tongue is tired, though,” he joked, his voice low.
Emma settled back against his chest, their lips finding each other again. She could feel his bulge beneath her, pressing between her legs.
They both groaned at the contact.
Her hips shifted slightly, rubbing against him. She didn’t mean to-but she didn’t stop, either.
Their kisses deepened, wetter now. Their breathing was ragged.
Tony moved closer, still filming, but they barely noticed.
He palmed his own bulge through his jeans, watching Emma roll her hips against Rob.
“Yeah… look at those fucking legs,” Tony muttered, focusing on Emma’s long, tanned thighs. Her high heels made them look even longer, and the thin white thong left nothing to the imagination.
He edged forward, still recording, one hand on his cock.
Neither of them noticed. They were lost in the moment-lost in each other.
Emma could hear him. His voice. That rough, low growl that always made her stomach twist and her pulse pound. She kissed Rob harder as Tony spoke about her, and she knew it was working her up more than it should. She didn’t understand why, or maybe she did and just didn’t want to admit it. Rob’s hand, which had been cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her bra, slid inside without hesitation, his fingers curling around her bare flesh for the first time. Warm, calloused, possessive. She didn’t stop him. There was no fight left in her. She didn’t want to stop him.
Rob knew exactly what he was doing. He always did. His hand moved forward, dragging the lace cup along with it, exposing her skin, showing her off. For Tony.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Tony groaned, his voice hoarse with need. “That tit’s fucking perfect.”
Emma’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t stop. She kept her lips locked with Rob’s, her body pressed against his as his hands kept working her over like she was something he owned. She was something he owned. At least right now, in this moment. Rob slid the strap of her bra off her right shoulder, slow and deliberate, watching her reaction through half-lidded eyes. When she didn’t pull away, he moved to the left strap. She shook her head faintly, barely a protest, but her mouth never left his. He took that as permission, and kept going.
The left strap slid lower. She stopped kissing for a breathless second, her mouth hovering by his ear. Her breath was hot against his skin. “Stop… he’ll see,” she whispered, her voice trembling, whether from nerves or arousal, she wasn’t even sure anymore.
Rob chuckled darkly, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he whispered back. “Good. I want him to see. I want him to see how sexy my wife is. Show him your tits for me, babe. Make his day.”
Emma shivered. The way he said it… he wasn’t asking. He was telling. Demanding. He bit her ear as he pulled the second strap down, exposing her fully to Tony’s hungry gaze.
Her eyes squeezed shut. She could feel the air hit her nipples, cool against the flushed heat of her skin. She knew Tony could see her. All of her. It was wrong. So wrong. But it felt so good.
She ground her hips against Rob without thinking, her body moving on its own, her head resting on his shoulder as she tried to calm the storm raging inside her. She was losing control, and a tiny part of her wanted to let go completely.
“Yeah… that’s it,” Tony groaned. “Take it off. Show me her fucking tits.”
Rob obliged him. Both straps down, he flicked her bra away with a practiced move, leaving her topless and exposed. She was breathing hard now, every nerve ending alive with heat and shame and raw, aching need.
Rob’s hand slid down, finding her crotch through the thin fabric of her thong. His fingers pressed against her, feeling the heat, the wetness that had soaked through. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, lips against her ear. “You’re wet. You’re such a dirty bitch.”
Emma bit her lip, trying not to moan, but failing. His words did something to her. Twisted her up inside. She knew she should feel disgusted. Ashamed. But all she could feel was how hot her skin was and how badly she wanted more.
“You like him seeing your tits, don’t you?” Rob murmured, his fingers rubbing her through the damp fabric. “You like knowing he’s filming you, watching you. Getting hard because of you.”
She couldn’t answer. Couldn’t form words. Instead, she just kept moving on him, her hips grinding in slow circles as her eyes stayed shut tight. It was easier not to look. Easier to pretend this wasn’t happening.
“Such a dirty bitch,” Rob said again, his tone full of dark approval. “Can you feel how hard you’ve got me?”
“Mmm,” Emma moaned, barely able to get the sound out.
Tony was braver now. He stepped closer. His leg brushed against hers. He smelled like cheap aftershave and pizza grease, and for some reason, that made it even filthier. Rob noticed, and his grip on her tightened.
“Show him what a fucking whore you are,” Rob growled in her ear. “Straddle me. Face me, slut wife.”