BENEATH THE SURFACE

She stared at him, eyes wide.

“You’re my wife,” he said. “But you’re also a woman whose husband has erectile dysfunction. And I’d rather see you touched by hands that I know love you, than watch you slowly wither waiting for something I may never give again.”

Myla’s pulse thudded in her ears as Hayden’s confession settled into her chest like warm honey followed by sharp glass. She couldn’t tell which cut deeper: the fact that he had shared that vulnerable piece of his past... or that he was offering her up now like a gift.

She turned to Jared and Beck. “Please, can you give us some privacy?”

Jared and Beck exchanged a look and quietly left the room, closing the door behind them with a soft click.

“I don’t want anyone else,” she said when they stepped out. “I can’t just... jump into bed with them like that.”

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Hayden replied gently, rolling closer. “I just want to give you what you’ve been needing. If you later change your mind, it will not affect my love for you. I will always love you.”

Hayden cradled her face in his hands, gently pulled her face down to his, and kissed her with a passionate abandon that had been missing in the two years since his accident.

Myla leaned down and wrapped her arms around his neck, sinking into the remembered pleasure of his kisses. She loved the way his tongue slid erotically between her lips and relearned the inside of her mouth. She loved the way he sucked her tongue into his mouth and refused to let it go. The way his tongue licked her lips with feather-light strokes, stirring her senses as only he could.

“I love you, too, Hayden. Always.” She looked up at him, her eyes glassy.

“And I miss you... badly,” she said, her voice cracking.

“I’ve missed you too,” Hayden breathed, his voice low and husky. “So much, I know I've been the worst, that I can never take back, but I promise to do better from now on.”

“You know, Myla, it’s a known fact that a release of endorphins in the body can help to ease pain. Did you also know, my love, that when you climax, you are releasing endorphins into your system? Hayden said huskily as his hand glided over her thigh.

“Oh, Hayden!” Myla laughed out loud at his outrageous words, while her heart began pounding in her chest. This was the husband she'd missed so terribly for the last two years.

He grinned at her, his eyes alight with mischief as his hand slid beneath the bedcover. “Close your eyes for me,” he whispered.

Her breath caught as his fingers grazed the crease between her thighs. She obeyed, trembling.

“Remember when you saw Beck and Jared? They turned you on with their kisses and their words. Didn’t they? The way their huge cocks stood straight up. The way they stroked and touched each other.” His fingers closed on her clit, tugging gently on the sensitive knot of nerve endings. “Tell me, Myla, did your juices start flowing when you saw the size of their cocks and their expressions of extreme pleasure?”

Myla whimpered when his two fingers plunged deep into her and started finger-fucking her slowly, drawing out her pleasure.

“Come on, baby. I want you to talk to me.” He said, then pulled his finger from her, but kept one of them barely gliding across the top of her clit.

"Okay, okay, don’t stop. Yes, they are hot. I nearly came when Beck was fucking Jared’s mouth. And when Jared finger-fucked Beck’s ass, I nearly passed out.” She said, panting as the memory of that night swamped her.

Their movements, every moan and groan, came alive in her mind, and her pussy released more slick.

“That’s my girl.” Hayden grated roughly. Then he moved closer, pulling her to the edge of the bed. “Lie down and tell me what you did,” he commanded.

Myla groaned as his tongue licked over her swollen and throbbing clit. “I started playing with myself, and I thought about…”

“You thought about what? Tell me, baby.” He slipped his fingers between her folds and circled her clit fast.

Myla moaned and lifted against his hand. “I thought about being in between them….” She paused, whimpered, and spread her legs wider. “Hay... faster...”

“You know they are by the door,” he murmured, slamming two fingers back into her. “They can hear your words, and listening to me makes you come apart.”

Myla let out a breathy moan, her hips jerking.

“They're probably hard just from seeing you because they’re so damn turned on by the way you moan.”

Her back arched as his fingers curled and pounded into her harder.

“You love that, don’t you?” He breathed. “Being watched… being desired.”

“Yes,” she gasped, head falling back against the pillow. “God, yes.”

“They can’t touch you, though they desperately want to.”

Behind the door, Beck stood frozen, his jaw clenched tight, his ears locked on the sounds from the room. His cock strained behind his zipper.

Jared stood beside him, expression hungry as he pressed his palm to his crotch, trying to ease his aching cock. Every gasp, every soft moan Myla made, made his control slip a little more.

Back inside, Hayden lowered himself further, his mouth brushing her inner thigh. "You’re so perfect like this. God… I missed your taste," he whispered. Then his tongue replaced his fingers, lapping and sucking, devouring her like she was his salvation.

Myla cried out as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She imagined Beck and Jared right there, drinking in every second, aching for her. The thought alone pushed her closer to the edge.

Hayden flicked her clit with his tongue and sucked it, then plunged three fingers into her, curled them, and started rocking. “Come for me, baby,” he groaned. “Let me see again how beautifully you come apart.”

She shattered, her orgasm crashing over her like a wave, body jerking, mouth falling open in a silent scream.

When she calmed, she slid off the bed into his lap, and he pulled her into a melting kiss. She reached down instinctively, her hand brushing Hayden’s groin.

She froze when she felt soft flesh beneath the fabric.

Her breath caught, panic flooding her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I forgot... I didn’t mean—”

Hayden just smiled gently, pulled her hand up to his lips, and kissed her palm. “You know, giving you pleasure and seeing you unravel is one of my favorite things, right?” he said softly. “Listening to your moans and watching your body writhing in release is my greatest pleasure.