The Home-wrecker (The Goode Brothers)
The Home-wrecker: Chapter 37

Briar has never looked so beautiful to me. It took everything in me not to come in my pants, watching her lose herself in the moment as her cunt tightened around my fingers. It was exquisite.

Lying between us, she seems so at peace now, as if she’s exhausted and alert at the same time. Neither Dean nor I can stop praising her, how perfect she is, how proud we are, how much we care about her.

Whenever the three of us are together, it seems there is this energy that is undeniable. He brings out this side of me—this dominance—and Briar eats up every crumb. Each of us gives as much as we take, and we seem to exist in perfect harmony, something I have longed to find in my marriage for years. Briar was never once at fault, but I can see now that something was always missing.

“You are so perfect,” I whisper to her before dusting my lips over hers. I feel her smile against me.

“That was amazing,” she whispers.

“You were amazing,” Dean adds. With a soft grip on her chin, he turns her face toward him, taking her mouth with a delicate kiss, and I savor the sight.

“Does that mean I get my reward now?” she asks shyly.

Immediately, my cock twitches and my heart starts to pound. When my eyes meet Dean’s, I begin to wonder if he might change his mind. And he’s probably thinking the same thing about me, but there’s not a chance in hell I’ve changed my mind.

Ever since that blow job in my father’s office, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about being with him, taking his body, making him mine, and fucking him until neither of us can take another second.

Dean has inspired me to be honest with myself about my sexuality and what I want. And now that I see things so differently, I don’t understand why I kept this part of myself hidden for so many years and not just hidden from the world but hidden from myself.

I don’t understand why the fuck I thought that once I married Briar, my sexuality didn’t matter anymore, but it matters. As much as my attraction to her, this attraction to him means just as much. Being attracted to men and women never went away because I married a woman. It didn’t change who I was.

“Of course, you get your reward,” I whisper, watching his eyes light up with excitement. I reach for Dean, and leaning over Briar’s body, I find his mouth with mine, kissing him with the same energy that he kissed me with in the hallway.

I feel Briar’s delicate fingers run across my cheek, and when my kiss with Dean ends, we both look down at her at the same time. As he takes her mouth, I kiss a line across her jaw, down to her neck, and she hums with pleasure between us.

After a few moments, Dean rises from the bed. “Take your clothes off,” he says to me while unbuckling his own pants. “I’m going to grab a couple of things.”

My blood pressure spikes again as I consider what those things are—assumedly, lube and condoms. As I watch him retrieve those two exact things from a drawer against the wall, reality sets in. This is happening. But there’s not a hint of fear or hesitation in my body. I want this to happen more than I’ve wanted anything.

I need him to know how serious I am and how much he means to me. This is not just about sex. He is not an experiment to me.

Once he retrieves the items and sets them on the nightstand, he looms over the bed next to me, completely naked. His cock is hard and jutting straight out from his body.

“It’s been a while since I’ve bottomed,” he says, lazily stroking his cock. “I’ll need you to prep me. Can you do that?”

Swallowing down my nervousness, I nod. “Just get over here,” I growl.

With a lopsided grin, he climbs onto my lap, straddling my hips and leaning in for another bruising kiss.

The moment I feel his cock against mine, a shiver rolls through me. As much as I wish this could last forever, I’m already so aroused that I know it won’t take me long.

Dean wraps a hand around both of our cocks and begins stroking.

“Fuck,” I mutter. Grabbing his hand, I freeze his movement. “I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.”

With a chuckle, he releases his grip. Sitting up, Dean grabs the lube from the nightstand and squirts a dollop onto my fingers before placing them on his ass. My mouth goes dry as I begin to circle around the ring of muscle. When my middle finger spears the tight hole, he lets out a hearty groan.

“Fuck yeah,” he mumbles. “You don’t have to take it slow.”

His ass is so tight around my finger that I can hardly wait to be inside him. Briar moves into a kneeling position next to us. With her bottom lip pinched between her teeth, she watches with a lust-filled gaze.

It doesn’t take long before I’m able to add a second finger and then a third. His body opens beautifully for me. Carnal shivers run through him as I thrust in and out, searching for the spot that drives him wild.

I may have done this to myself a few times to know where to find it.

When my fingers graze his prostate, his cock drips with precum, and a helpless moan escapes his lips. His eyes light up with surprise, like he didn’t expect me to do that. Making him feel such pleasure goes straight to my head. I love this power over him. He is mine, which means it’s up to me to make him feel good. I can hardly wait another second to be inside him.

Thankfully, he immediately replies, “I’m ready. Fuck me.”

Taking my fingers from his ass, I reach for the condoms on the nightstand. I rip one open, but he takes it from my hand.

I watch with rapt attention as he places the condom in his mouth, forming it into a perfect circle. Then he slides his mouth over my dick, rolling the condom into place and engulfing my shaft in warmth.

“Jesus Christ,” I growl, squeezing his hips. “You are so fucking sexy.”

He smirks down at me and the need to fuck him becomes unbearable.

“Do you want me in another position?” he asks, his voice strained and raspy with arousal.

“No, I want you like this,” I say. “I want you to ride my cock, and I want to see your face while I fuck you.”

Briar whimpers next to us, her hands softly sliding over our chests and stomachs. When Dean lifts up, Briar takes my cock in her hand and helps to guide me into place. He begins to lower his weight, easing down on me. And when my cock breaches the opening, he and I gasp in unison.

The first thought in my head is that I’m in him. I’m fucking him. There is no turning back now.

I let him control how deep and how fast I penetrate him, which is good because I can hardly think straight with how amazing this feels. His ass is strangling my dick, so tight and warm, and the look of his body on top of me is almost more than I can handle.

Slowly, Dean rises before lowering again, each time taking me deeper until he’s seated completely down on my cock. Grabbing his hips, I hold him there for a moment, savoring the sight. He is so beautiful, with thick muscles and perfect skin. Everything about this is a new sensation—from the weight of his body to the texture of the hair on his legs. My thoughts ring with one word over and over—perfect.

“Holy fuck,” I mutter through clenched teeth. “You are amazing. You are so fucking amazing.”

Lifting up again, he goes just as deep as he drops his weight on me, pounding himself harder on my rigid length. His hard cock bobs between us, aching and leaking from the tip.

“Ride my fucking cock,” I say. His hips grind back and forth as his thighs lift him up and down. His movements are rough and aggressive, so within minutes, my orgasm is on the brink.

“Briar, stroke him,” I command.

Her hand wraps around his length, stroking to the rhythm that he bounces.

“Fuck yes,” he cries out. “Oh god, I’m going to come.”

When he lifts again, I grab his hips and hold him there until each of us can compose ourselves and catch our breaths. This is all happening too fast. I’m not ready to be done yet. But I also don’t know how much more I can take.

My hands move from his hips to his ass, massaging the muscled globes. “You’re so perfect,” I say in a deep mumble. “I can’t believe I’m fucking you.”

He leans down to kiss my lips, and I reach for Briar, pulling her in so she is a part of this. Our kiss turns messy as his lips find hers and mine find his.

It’s clear we’re not going to evade this orgasm. It’s too fucking hot.

When he sits back on my cock, rocking to a steady rhythm, I do my best not to let myself get too worked up this time.

“That’s it,” I say. “Let me come inside you. And I want you all over my chest.” His movements pick up speed as Briar strokes faster. Our groans become deafening, a jumbled mess of words and curses and pleas, the sounds of our bodies coming together, creating a perfect, sexy symphony.

Dean and Briar are devouring each other’s mouths as she pumps him. And finally, with a roar, his release shoots across my body. The warm splashes of his arousal make me wild.

Using my grip on his hips, I slam him down on me harder and faster until my release quickly follows. With a long, drawn-out grunt, I fill the condom, coming so hard that I nearly lose my vision altogether.

After my cock is spent, Dean collapses on my chest, the sticky mess pressed between us.

“Goddamn,” he murmurs into the crook of my neck. Wrapping my arms around him, I hold him there, loving the feel of him against me.

Nothing about this feels forbidden or sinful or wrong. Not that I ever really thought it was. But I realize now how the opinions of others have guided my own actions and my own thinking, even when I disagree.

There was never anyone else for me. I loved Briar from the minute I saw her, and I knew I would spend the rest of my life with her.

But having Dean now in my arms, I’ve never been more grateful for him, for us, for this opportunity, and for everything that this means. I don’t know what our future holds, and I don’t know how we could ever keep him, but we’ll always have this moment and this memory and the way it’s changed me.

And that can never be taken away.