Devil In The Waters, Book 7, Chapter 4

As he rose, Kimmy gripped his hair again and brought him to stand before her. They looked in each other’s eyes. Both of their pupils darted back and forth, both of them struggling to comprehend what this was all about. No, they were past that now. They knew what it was about. They just didn’t know the how. How do they navigate through this? “One night,” she’d said. Get it out of your system. Plus encouragement like she was ready for anything.

He took her mouth. With the mouth he’d just used to eat her out, make her come, and make her sprinkle. It had been so easy. Kimmy was so primed. Sure, she could say this was all about him, but if he pressed her, she couldn’t deny that it was driving her wild too. He kissed, and took her tongue, pulled back and said, “Do you taste him, too?”

The horribleness of what he’d said rang between them. But this was one night only. Only while they were in Cayman. And Kimmy had just proven she was eager and willing.

“Yeah,” she gasped, let go his hair and hugged his neck. She kissed him hard in return, pushed her tongue deep in his mouth. He sucked while the slippery thing wriggled against his own.

He pushed down his pants and his cock sprang free between them. Kimmy pushed him back. She said, “Tell me what you want,” her tone hurried and desperate. She gripped his cock and he almost fell to his knees again. Eyes fluttering, he supported his weight with two hands on either side of her once more, and she looked in his eyes and stroked his thundering erection. She said, “Tell me.”

“Let’s make it bad,” he said, his heart soaring with hope.

“Tell me what you want to hear,” she said.

“Tell me the worst. Tell me the worst thing you can.”

She kissed him again, let his cock go and hugged his neck, clinging to him. He wheeled her from the wall, walking her clumsily backward, deeper into the villa, not even knowing where he was heading. He wanted her on the ground, wanted her laying down. The couch, where? Out the back? The hot tub...

But Kimmy grabbed his T-shirt with both hands as they passed through the living room and wrestled him onto the couch. She got on top of him, straddling his thighs, his cock pointed upright. Off ripped her tank top, small perfect breasts jiggling. She fell toward him, hugged his head against her, and he sucked each nipple in turn. They were full and engorged; thicker than he’d felt them before.

She panted above him. “Tell me what you want to hear. Just tell me, baby, I don’t want to get it wrong.”

He wished she would do it without asking. Wished she could push his buttons without being told. She’d done it before. this time though was different. She was right. With how he felt about Devlin, and the things about their past he’d revealed this weekend, his wife was taking care with his dark fantasy. The thought of saying it out loud twisted his stomach, but if he wanted it, he had to say it.

“You fucked him. Tell me you fucked him.” He hid the spoken words by moving his mouth to bite and kiss her long elegant neck.

Kimmy wasn’t rattled. “Call me a bad name,” she whispered. like she could get off on this too.

“Yeah?”

“Call me a bad name, Josh. If I did that, what would you call me?” She writhed her body against his.

“Slut. Tell me you fucked him, you slut.”

“Pull my hair and fuck me.”

He pushed his hands down her hips trying to figure out how to remove her skirt. She wriggled, arched her back, put a hand behind and undid the zip. He shoved the skirt down her thighs, her ass and pussy bared. He stroked a hand over her rump, dove a finger against her sphincter, and pushed. She growled, bit his lip then humped her hips against him.

“Fucking tell me you want this,” she said.

He grunted into her neck. “Why were you so late?”

“We were—”

“You weren’t talking.” He bit her neck now.

“We weren’t talking,” she said.

“So don’t lie to me.”

“Tell me what you want to hear,” she said.

He said, “You know what I want,” and thrusted her on the couch, pushing up one shoulder, getting on top of her, his wife’s legs kicking up and him getting between them. Hips wedged between her open thighs, he pressed his cock against her slippery pussy. She yowled with lust and bared her teeth, her head thrashing on the couch cushion.

He said, “I’m not stupid. Tell me what you did.”

“I played you,” she said.

“And I thought we were playing him.”

Kimmy thrashed her head more, pumped her hips against him, wanting him inside her. But he kept the point of his erection held back, teasing her now as much as she teased him.

“You know what I want to hear.”

“Tell me,” she grunted.

“I told you. tell me what you did.”

She looked right in his eyes and spat, “I fucked him, Josh. Is that what you want to hear?”

“You’re a slut.”

“Pull my hair.”

He growled then, gripped a handful of her hair, wanting to hurt her but loving her way too much, caressing the side of her head and kissing her hairline, drawing back his erection and finding her opening with ease. His hardness pushed against her slit and entered the heat of her wet velvet interior. His rock hard iron sunk deep inside her sticky canal with no resistance. She said, “He fucked me so good, he fucked me loose.”

“You’re a cheating whore,” he whispered.

“I can’t help it,” she said through bared teeth.

“You let him do whatever he wants to you.”

“He’s so hot.”

“He’s a piece of shit, and you know it,” he said, stabbing into her faster and harder.

“He’s a piece of shit, but he’s a millionaire, Josh, and his body, his face, that huge penis, he could get me to do anything.”

“Not you,” he said.

“Yes, me,” she said, “even me. Devlin gives me what you can’t.”

A cyclone whirled inside him, and his consciousness blotted white for a moment. A fucking dead bull’s-eye. His fucking wife figured him out. Things he never knew about himself exposed to light and accepted. Things of his youth he kept hidden—trauma and abuse, bullying, and hiding—the yin and yang of now.

He stroked her neck and said, “How can you be with him?”

“He’s so hot,” she said and bit his collar.

Now he thrashed, and he thrust deeper, and she said, “Give it to me, Josh, don’t hold back—try to fuck me like Devlin did.”

He powered into her, all the muscles in his arms cabling. Slick with sweat, their hot bodies slipped together. Both of them panted hot air, and still he fucked her, the echoes of the awful things she said in his ears.

How awful it was this turned him on. How awful Kimmy knew this about him, but how wonderful it was to be accepted. To be accommodated. To be loved.

He growled until his growl became words. Grabbed her hands then, and held them over her head saying, “You’re such a fucking whore.”

“I’m his whore,” she said, tilting up her chin.

He kissed her, rolled his hips against hers, feeling the pressure building in his balls. Kimmy had turned herself on with this tale, the slickest sound of suction between her legs as he stabbed his hardness into her over and over again. And she reacted with lust.

She could say what she wanted, say that Josh wasn’t the same in bed, wasn’t as good, she could make up how amazing Devlin Stone fucked her, but the truth was Josh made her come with his tongue. And he was about to make her come with his cock. Kimmy enjoyed this as much as he did. His dark fantasy touched the same buttons in his wife.

They were meant for each other—

Then, a mild panic: he didn’t want this to end. Wanted to do it every time. “One time only” wouldn’t be enough.

So now his brain fumbled with compliments, struggled to find a way to make this hotter for her than for him. To make it about Kimmy.

He looked down on her exquisite frame; the long, lithe, and well-toned body that showed every cup, every swell of lean womanhood. He said, “I can’t believe you’d give this to him. He doesn’t deserve it.”

“Deserve this?” Her hands swept her naked stomach, and he admired the curve of her long, graceful fingers. “Maybe Devlin’s the type of man who really does deserve it.”

It brought a hitch in his breath and a bounce to his stomach. It hurt. How did she know so well to navigate this strange quagmire of his sexuality? How was it that she knew how to press the buttons that brought the sharpest response?

He dropped over her, hiding the hurt, and hating the detachment he saw in her eyes. This was a performance for Kimmy; she only played a role. That role was to dominate him, say hurtful things, or things that complimented another man. A man he hated. “Devlin doesn’t give a shit about you, Kimmy. He fucked you, but then what?” His cock pulsed inside her tightness and it got her gasping.

“I don’t care if he wants me or loves me or hates me. In fact it’s hotter if I’m nothing to him but a fantastic fuck.”

Fantastic fuck? Her voice echoed in whispering poison through his mind. She was playing his game but how was it she could be so dirty? How would his innocent Kimmy find the knowledge to play so well the cheating cock-hungry vixen? Did she read books, did she watch porn?

“That’s what he called you? That’s what he called my beautiful wife, a fantastic fuck?”

“Mm,” she moaned luxuriously, then, putting her arms around his neck and showing him her long throat, she purred, “I fucked him so good, Josh, he said that’s what happens when a woman doesn’t get fucked right for so long, she just goes wild . . .”

Fuck. He grunted and panted and thrust into her over and over again, his balls sizzling, feeling squeezed and clamped, his semen wanting to rocket out of him and into her hot belly. The words hurt so bad. They were perfect but his fragile mind refused them, refused the altruistic source. Kimmy was playing with him, trying so hard to give her husband the kinky thrill he wanted. Feeling him out the whole time, wanting to know what it was he wanted to hear, wanting to get it right. But he was afraid to tell her. Afraid to hear his own voice utter such shameful requests. And yet when his intelligent wife began firing her rifle and pinging red dot bull’s eyes he had to twist her kindness, wrestle it into something nefarious. But, fuck, she was hitting him so hard right now. Every secret shame and humiliation were being lit up by his wife’s laser-sight. It was like he couldn’t escape her; her words had rocked him. But instead of enjoying it, letting his anxiety go and taking advantage of something Kimmy offered up for one night only, his dark thoughts sought ways to find truth in her words:

She knew how to hit him good because she’d watched porn. She knew how to hit him good because these things she said were actual thoughts she’d had on her husband’s inability to rock her world in the bedroom.

But, you do rock her. You make her squirt. What if you’re a stud, what if this turns her on and you’re getting the thing you wanted so bad but never knew could exist in reality?

Or what if—

Now she chuckled, running her nails on the backs of his arms. “You’re so hard right now,” she whispered, her eyes closed.

It returned him to the here-and-now reality. His thrusting slowed and he eased back, lifted her knees to her shoulders, Kimmy smiling (but not exactly out of her mind with passion). He withdrew and rolled her over onto her side, and she tilted her pelvis to show him her pussy. He folded over her, never taking his eyes off her perfect face, pushing the point of his spear into the hot slick sandwich of her folds and pushed inside her again. Only a small whimper. If Devlin put his horse cock into her she would squeal with delight.

So tell her that.

He didn’t want to. Didn’t want to say it. His brow lowered and he wondered why in hell he just couldn’t enjoy the things he was given.

Devlin said Guys like you never ask for what you want and when you don’t get it you blame everyone else.

Fucking asshole.

He didn’t ask for Kimmy. He wanted to be with her forever and they dated and he worked and she fell in love with him. He never had to ask.

Near her ear, eyes still open and watching her pouted lips, he said, “You tricked me.”

“How did I trick you, baby?” Her voice was a thin and high whisper.

“Told me to suggest walking on the beach.”

“Yeah, I tricked you.”

“Made me look like a fool.”

“You didn’t have to do what I asked.”

“I didn’t know you would humiliate me like that.”

“It’s all part of the game, baby,” she said.

“But you did it for real.”

“You loved it,” she purred, and began to swivel her ass, screwing it against his cock, wanting him to keep fucking her.

He began thrusting again, hands planted on either side of her, Kimmy on her side.

Devlin suspected what they were up to. And still he let her go off with him. That was so dangerous. What if Devlin had made a move? He’d put his wife right in the path of the most dangerous predator.

It’s all part of the game, baby.

He said, “Devlin told me you check him out at work.”

She coughed a scoffing chuckle. “How do I check him out?”

He gritted his teeth against what he wanted to say. His neck muscles flexing, his brow getting lower and tighter. He grimaced, said, “You look at his cock in his pants.”

“Oh,” she laughed. Bit her lower lip. Humped her ass back against him. Wanting to get fucked. “Sometimes I do.”

Sometimes I do?

“You check out his dick?”

She pulled both lips between her teeth and hummed, “Mmm-hm.”

This brought the heat of rage up his back. He felt his neck and chest flush. But his cock throbbed inside her; absolutely ached, stretched to its largest possible proportion. And Kimmy loved it, drawing in air, looking lusty, humping it.

He pushed deep inside her and she moaned. He said, “You can see his cock in his pants?”

“Sometimes,” she said, eyes still closed, his wife still not looking at him—maybe thinking of Devlin. She clutched his arm like she was getting off too much on this. “I can tell the days he didn’t put on underwear.”

Oh, fuck, the hurt was exquisite. Too much to bear. His balls rolled around and he fought the urge to come. He pulled out of her, scooted back, regarded her.

Beautiful, naked, sexy. Dirty. Kimmy was dirty.

His heart squished with pain and injury and a rolling ball of sick jealousy careened through his stomach and knocked down all his pins. He felt small and weak and powerless. He felt bested. Kimmy checked out Devlin for real. His wife really did try to see his bully’s big cock, and Devlin knew she looked.

While Kimmy got up on her elbows, looking for him, he said, “You can?”

Kimmy’s eyes met his, her expression puzzled, unsure what to say. Her open mouth closed. Her lips slimmed.

She thought long on how she would answer.

At last: “Yeah, I can.”