Chapter 4 #2
“Why didn’t you say anything?” I ask, moving closer to her.
Ellie stumbles, falling to sit on the edge of her bed as I lower to my knees between her legs. I let my hands fall atop hers where they rest in her lap, studying her face as she stares at our entwined fingers.
“Because I…” She trails off, shaking her head. “I don’t know.”
“Can you be honest with me if I ask you a direct question?” I probe.
She nods, still refusing to look at me.
“How did seeing me and Hudson together make you feel?” I ask. “Angry? Jealous?” I tuck a strand of hair in front of her face behind her ear. “Or did it turn you on?”
She sucks in a breath, and I watch her chest go from shallow and timid to rapid and raging. She doesn’t answer me, but when her gaze finally lifts to mine, I see the truth blazing within her emerald irises.
“Is it because you saw me with him, because you saw me with him, or because you saw me with him?”
Finally, she whispers, “Can the answer be all of the above?”
“God, I hope so.” I keep my hand on her face, tilting it as I move mine closer. I think she’s stopped breathing entirely when my lips hover over hers. “Can you let me try something, Ellie?”
Her eyes are the size of saucers, lust-blown pupils taking up their entirety as she stares through me, pouty lips parted in anticipation. All she offers is a shallow nod.
I slide my hand behind the nape of her neck, letting my fingers twist in her hair to hold her steady—or maybe it’s to hold myself steady, because I’m about to smash the boundaries of our friendship into fragments.
Moving slowly, giving her time to change her mind, I watch as her eyes flutter closed, and when my mouth lands on hers, she accepts it eagerly.
The moment our lips meet, Ellie moans, and I swear to God, I’ve never tasted something quite so sweet. What I expect to be a timid and careful kiss quickly erupts into something fierce and fervent, like the moment that unlocked a new side of her neither of us has ever seen.
She surges forward, hands gripping the back of my head as her mouth claims mine.
It’s hungry and powerful—wild like I’ve never known her to be before—and heat floods my core at the feel of it.
Her tongue slides against mine, tasting and owning every inch of me, forcing whimpers from my lips she can’t help but match.
“I touched myself,” she says on a rapid exhale, the words floating directly into my mouth.
“What?” I ask, pausing—panting.
She blinks as I pull away, looking passion-dazed and suddenly unsure of herself. “I… Shit. I didn’t mean to say that.”
“Tell me, Ellie. Please.”
She swallows, and I know she wants to look away, but I keep my grip on the back of her neck, not allowing her to move. “I saw him…going down on you, and I…”
“You touched yourself while you watched us?”
My heart gallops in my chest, and I imagine the neighbors next door can hear its pounding.
Ellie’s been my best friend since I met her at orientation before freshman year, and while I’ve long been aware of my bisexuality, Ellie has presented herself as nothing but straight.
The attraction has been brimming beneath the surface of my skin—brief moments of longing looks and stolen touches that made me wonder if it existed deep inside her too—but I never could’ve imagined this.
“Ellie, that is…”
Her eyes screw shut, and she winces before nodding. “I know. I’m sor—”
I shut her up by kissing her again, harder than before.
I rise from my knees, pushing her back onto her mattress as I crawl over her, blanketing her with my body.
Running my hands down her neck and over her curves, I relish the way they feel beneath my palms—better than I dreamed.
Her touch is hesitant, but she lightly cups my ass through my jeans, and I moan in approval—permission for her to grab me harder.
Her other hand slides down my spine, gripping my waist with much more conviction.
I grind over her, swallowing the soft moans she lets out into my mouth.
Kissing her is everything I didn’t know I needed and nothing like I’d imagined it’d be. She’s fierce like this—open and inviting and desperate for me. Heat coils in the pit of my belly, and it feels like every inch of my skin is on fire.
“God, Ells… I need—”
A door slams inside the house. Ellie gasps, squirming beneath me, lifting her head toward the open door to her bedroom, but I remain straddling her, pinning her arms above her head.
“Stop,” I hiss. “It’s okay.” She begins to settle, but not much, so I slide my palm around her neck and squeeze. She freezes, gaze locking on mine. “Do you trust me?”
She inhales, licking her swollen lips, and I’m so wet, my panties are no doubt ruined.
“Yes.” Ellie nods.
“Then don’t stop,” I whisper, lowering my mouth to hers again. I kiss her once before dragging my lips along her jaw. “Can I keep kissing you like this?” I press my lips behind her ear, and she shivers. I catalog it to remember later.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “But Hudson…”
“I know. I said it would be okay.”
Removing my hand from her neck, I feel her nod as my lips move to the hollow of her throat, nipping lightly. She bucks her hips against mine, and I’m fucking drenched, desperate to know how wet she is too.
Her pulse is a wild, chaotic drum against my mouth as Hudson’s footsteps grow louder, closer. “Ellie?” he calls. “You home, darlin’?”
I sit up, grasping the hem of my tee and pulling it over my head, turning just in time to see Hudson appear in the doorway.
It takes him a second to realize the scene he’s stumbled upon, but his eyes blow wide, mouth dropping open, and that delicious fucking blush accents his stubbled cheeks.
I toss my shirt behind me, watching it arch across the room and land at his feet.
“Hi, Coach.” I smile.
He doesn’t respond, his eyes fixed on Ellie as he tries to make sense of the situation.
I turn back to her and slowly slide down her body. “I want to taste you, Ellie,” I say softly, lowering to the floor. “I want to eat your pussy. Are you okay with that?”
She lifts onto her elbows, eyes flashing between Hudson and me, a war of lust and need and hesitation within them. “I… Yes.”
“I want Hudson to watch, don’t you?” I tilt my head, smiling.
“I wonder how jealous he’d be, seeing me between these pretty legs.
” I press against her inner knees, spreading her open.
“Don’t you want to see the look on his face while he watches you come all over mine?
He’d be envious, I’m sure. I know he’s been dreaming about your cunt as much as I have. ”
Ellie sucks in a sharp breath, and she flushes the prettiest shade of pink.
I glance back at Hudson, asking innocently, “Right, Coach?”
He swallows, eyes meeting mine briefly, and while his face is stern, I can see the smoldering lust behind his expression.
I can also see the way his hard cock is tenting his joggers.
He turns his gaze on Ellie, and it softens.
“I don’t want anything you’re not comfortable with.
I’ll walk away right now if that’s what you’d like. ”
She immediately shakes her head, the most eager response she’s offered thus far. Heat surges inside me at the sight, and I’m biting my lip to hide my smile.
I point to the chair in the corner of Ellie’s room, not bothering to look at Hudson as I command, “Take a seat, Hudson.”
I hear his footsteps, the creak of the chair as he sits, but I’m busy peeling Ellie’s leggings off her plump, luscious thighs, taking her underwear with them. She’s splayed out in front of me like a fucking dessert, her glistening pussy wet and primed.
She’s still wearing her t-shirt, but I won’t strip her completely bare. Not yet. I’ll ease her into this. Plus, the sight of her nipples poking through the thin, white fabric is erotic enough. She’s a fucking vision.
“Hudson won’t touch you,” I promise her. “Not unless you tell him to. He’s a good boy. He follows directions.” I glance back at him, grinning. “Aren’t you, Coach?”
He grunts in response.
“Say it,” I press.
“I’m a good boy.” His tone is rough and menacing and screams I’m going to punish you later. Exactly what I wanted.
“He won’t touch himself either,” I whisper, gliding my palm up her legs, feeling her tremble at the touch.
“Not unless we tell him to, but I think we should test his limits.” I brush my lips along Ellie’s leg, watching her eyes grow heavy and half-lidded.
She’s already swimming in pleasure—in need.
“I think we should see just how hot and bothered we can make him. I think, if you come pretty enough for me, we can make him come in his pants. Should we try?”
Ellie’s head drops back, her throat working with the moan she lets out.
I spread her legs even wider, whispering over her cunt as I say, “Answer me, angel.”
“Yes—”
Before the word fully leaves her mouth, my tongue finds its way between her thighs.