Give Me More (Salacious Players’ Club)
Give Me More: Chapter 40

Hunter

“How can you listen to this crap?”

“Easy. I have taste,” I reply coolly as we pull into the studio’s parking lot. Drake switches the radio station, and I roll my eyes before turning it back, using the controls on the back of the steering wheel.

He scoffs. “Seriously, what kind of thirty-three-year-old man listens to Taylor Swift?”

“Thirty-four,” I correct him.

“Even worse, my friend.”

“She just gets me,” I reply, turning it up so loud he winces. “I mean…listen to these lyrics. Straight from the heart.”

As soon as I put the SUV into park, he jumps out, but I keep it running, singing the song loudly with the windows down. Pretty soon, I spot the door of the yoga studio open and see Isabel peek her head out, wondering what all the noise is about. Drake leaves me in the car to greet her.

I cut the engine in time to hear him say, “Fix your husband.”

“He’s a lost cause,” she replies as he leans down to plant a casual kiss on her mouth. I love the little thrill I still get from their affection, and just that little kiss gives me an idea.

It is my birthday, after all.

“I’ve got everything just about shut down. Where do you guys want to go to eat?” she asks.

“Birthday boy gets to pick,” Drake replies.

As I get out of the car, and see them clinging to each other, I suddenly can’t seem to think about food. I can only think about one thing.

I lock the car and approach them, stopping a few feet away. “I’m not hungry.”

Isabel’s eyes squint at me as she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “Oh really?”

“Really.”

“What exactly do you have in mind?” Drake asks.

We could go home, but I’m not ready to go home just yet. We could go to the club, but there are so many people there, and it being my birthday, they’re going to want to hang out, and I’d rather keep this just us.

“Inside, both of you,” I say in a command. Both of them perk up as if the tone of my voice says it all.

“In my studio?” Isabel asks.

“You heard the man.” Drake hoists her up with his arms around her waist and carries her into the studio. Following behind them, I lock the door and smile as I hear Drake gasp, because I know exactly what he must have found.

“Can we use these?” he begs, sounding like a kid in a toy store, instead of a grown man in an aerial yoga studio. As I enter the class space, I bite back my grin. But it’s hard not to laugh at the sight of him swinging in one of the silk loops draped from the ceiling.

“These are for my classes. They are not sex swings,” she states, trying to pull him from the fabric seat.

“We won’t get them dirty,” he whines.

I creep up behind her and press my lips to her ear. “It’s my birthday.”

She softens against me with a sigh, and I can’t help but smile.

“What did you have in mind?” Drake asks. “Get her naked in one of these silks and fuck her from both ends?”

“Drake, geez,” she mumbles with a blush as she covers her cheeks.

“Actually, I’m going to watch tonight,” I reply, kissing the spot where her neck meets her shoulder. She lets out the tiniest squeak as I do. “Is that okay with you, Red? Can I watch my best friend fuck you?”

She squeaks louder this time. When she doesn’t reply, I pull her face to mine. “Give me an answer, baby.”

“Yes,” she gasps. Then I take her mouth in a harsh kiss, and as I tug on her bottom lip and overwhelm her mouth with mine, I feel her weight settle into my arms as if her legs have lost the ability to hold her up.

When I finally pull away, she sways in her spot.

“Come here, babe,” Drake calls for her, and she floats toward him like a cloud. While he picks up where I left off, I go into the office to replace a chair. On my way back, I dim the lights and close the door. By the time I replace a place to sit down, they are both down to their underwear. Isabel is topless, and Drake is sporting an erection so hard, it’s poking out the top of his boxers.

His mouth is devouring her breast as she hums with her fingers against his buzz cut. Normally, I like to give them directions, but I like the idea of letting them take the lead this time, so I sit back in silence and watch. My cock is throbbing in my pants, but I don’t reach for it. I’d rather drag it out. Make the need turn almost painful before I let myself have what I want. Because, when they’re done, everyone knows it’s going to be my turn, and I’m going to take what I want.

Drake hooks his hands around Isabel’s thighs and lifts her into the air. “Sit down, baby,” he says as he deposits her onto one of the silk loops. She holds tightly onto the two sides as he kneels in front of her. “Lift up,” he says, tugging her underwear down.

Then he kisses his way up her thighs, draping each one over his shoulders as his mouth replaces the center, growling against her cunt. With each lick, she squirms and moans, her back arching until she’s almost hanging horizontally in the silks.

“God, you taste so fucking good,” he mutters, sucking intently on her clit. “Tell me how this feels, baby.”

“It feels so good,” she whispers.

“Yeah? What about when I do this?”

I bite my bottom lip in anticipation as he slides two fingers inside her, both of us watching her reaction as he does. I swear my cock twitches in my pants with the way she cries out.

“Yes,” she gasps. “More.”

“Keep doing that,” I mutter from my seat, and Drake obeys, thrusting his fingers. His lips never leave her clit until she’s finally screaming, her thighs tight around his ears and her back arched so much, she’s now almost upside down. It’s such a beautiful fucking sight.

I wish I knew why this feels so good to watch. Maybe because, even now, it still feels forbidden. Or because I really do love these two so much it hurts. And I don’t even know if this is still considered a kink, since the three of us are in a poly relationship, but what I do know is that I really enjoy watching him fuck my wife. Almost as much as I like doing it myself.

Drake doesn’t waste any time. Before she’s even caught her breath or lifted herself out of her contorted position, he’s tearing off his boxers and standing up, so his cock is aligned with her pussy.

I lean forward, desperate for the moment he finally penetrates her. With her thighs locked in his grip, he jerks her onto his cock. Their mingled moans fill the studio, and I turn to replace their reflection in the giant mirror at the front of the room, enjoying the view from this angle.

He fucks her slowly, but in hard punishing thrusts, and I can’t take my eyes off the way his muscles contract with every movement. I love the way his jaw hangs open as he slams into her and the way he dominates her, so connected to her pleasure as much as his own. My cock starts to leak in my boxers at the sight of his cock disappearing into her, the cadence starting to pick up.

Isabel lifts herself up, so she’s no longer hanging, and she reaches up to his mouth for a kiss. I lose myself in the rhythm of their fucking as I start to undress myself. I want to be ready by the time they’re done.

“Fuck!” he bellows, and I think for a moment that he’s coming, but he quickly pulls out of her, letting his cock hang free as he composes himself, clearly closer to coming than he’d like to be.

Next thing I know, I’m stroking myself slowly as I watch him kiss her hard on the mouth again.

“Turn over,” he mutters against her mouth, and in one fluid movement, he flips her onto her stomach so her hips are lying against the silk. Her fingers barely touch the floor, but she’s clearly seasoned enough in these positions that she makes it look easy.

When Drake slams his fat cock into her again, she screams. With her body hanging from the fabric, she’s at his mercy. With his hands on her hips, he brings her body to his in rapid, hard strokes.

I’m waiting with torturous anticipation for my turn. I don’t know if I’ll make it. My cock is dying to feel them—which one, I’m not quite sure.

“Harder, Drake,” she cries out. His hips pick up intensity, pounding so hard against her backside, the sound echoes throughout the room. Finally, her toes curl and her moans go silent as she comes, and I don’t have to be the one buried inside her to know what Drake is feeling right now. Her pussy pulsing around his cock, squeezing him so hard he won’t be able to hold on much longer. So it’s no surprise that a moment later, he lets out a grunt and stops his thrusts as he comes too.

I’m out of my seat in a heartbeat, going to him first. Standing behind him, I pull his mouth to mine for a kiss. He’s breathless in my mouth as I reach around to feel where he’s buried into my wife. Slowly, I pull him out, sliding my fingers through the cum already seeping out of her. With my eyes on him, I lift my soaked fingers to my mouth and lick them clean. His gaze grows in intensity.

“Remember that day in Austin when I found you two kissing, and it drove me so crazy, I had to fuck her in the other room?”

With his eyes on me, he nods.

I grab fiercely onto the back of his neck and pull him down until he’s kneeling in front of me. “I felt the same way about you, you know. And now I finally get to act on it.” Then I guide his mouth to my waiting cock, and he doesn’t hesitate to pull me far down his throat.

I’m overwhelmed by warmth and pleasure. My hips thrust ever so slightly as I hold on to the back of his head.

“Your fucking mouth,” I groan. He’s bobbing eagerly on my cock as Isabel rises up from her position tangled in the silks. Motioning for her, I reach a hand out, and she takes it, letting me pull her in for a kiss. When our mouths finally part, I have to pull Drake off my cock before I come down his throat.

I look at Isabel. “Do you have any massage oils?”

She barely replies before running naked toward the supply closet at the back of the room. In a rush, she comes back with a golden bottle and hands it to me.

“Turn around,” I tell Drake, grabbing as much of his short hair as I can in my fingers. He spins, without hesitation, until he’s facing the mirror. Leaking oil on his ass, I feel a growl rise up out of my chest. His ass does things to me, things I never fucking expected. “I want to prep you, Drake, but I need to fuck you so bad.”

“Just do it,” he mutters in response.

Isabel kneels on the other side of Drake, pulling his lips to hers for a rough kiss. As I press my cock past the tight ring of his ass, he groans loudly into her mouth. I’m lost to the sensation of his body as he takes me all the way in. I can hardly breathe from the tightness of him. Like he was made for me.

In the mirror, we replace each other, our gazes locked as my thrusts pick up speed. Isabel watches with desire in her eyes and my gaze drifts from Drake to her. And as she watches me fuck my best friend, I realize how damn lucky I am to have them both. What are the odds that we would end up this way? What are the odds I would replace two loves of my life? Tenderly, I reach down and stroke her cheek, and she leans into my fingers.

With my eyes on her and his on me, I finally lose control. I’m blinded by pleasure as my orgasm cascades through my body. Holding both of them in my hands, I let my heartbeat slow to a normal rhythm.

“Happy birthday, Hunter,” she whispers.

And I can’t help but smile as I lean against Drake’s broad frame. Another year older, and it doesn’t scare me one bit. I have no idea what the future holds or where the three of us will go from here, but I know for certain it can’t throw anything at us that we can’t handle together.