Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
NAT
Ellie makes the same kind of noise every morning when she wakes up: a mewl that begins deep in her throat but floats out soft and high.
I’ve heard the sound a million times before, but only now do I realize it’s the same noise she makes when a tongue is pressed flat against her clit.
She made that noise last night when I was between her legs, and she’s making it again now.
My eyes aren’t open, but I can feel the way she’s stirring beside me, her limbs stretching as the bed creaks as the sheet covering my torso is ripped away by the movement of her hips.
I roll over, reaching for her. My hand collides with soft, smooth bare skin, and I stretch my arm around the flesh of her stomach, pulling her back against me.
She gasps, and as my eyes flutter open, the first sight I’m subjected to is her wide, blinking green eyes.
She’s on her side, her plump ass flush against my hips, her back to my front.
My hand slides up her belly until it reaches her breast, and I take a handful, savoring the soft, heavy feel of her flesh in my palm.
Her head is craned to the side so she can look at me, and a sleep-hazed, content expression filters over her face, warring with the dilation of her pupils as I brush a thumb over her peaking nipple.
“I can’t believe I’m waking up beside you,” I whisper, brushing her hair from her face with my free hand.
“You’ve woken up next to me a thousand times,” Ellie says with a laugh.
“Not like this. Not getting to touch you like this. Not while I’m remembering how you taste on my tongue. This is different.”
Her face softens, and suddenly, her hand is resting on the curve of my waist, fingers gliding over my skin. I realize Hudson isn’t in bed with us when there is a distant clattering of noise, and I assume he must be in the kitchen.
“This is different,” Ellie agrees, sighing as she studies my face with hooded eyes, raw adoration in her gaze, like she too can’t believe we’ve reached this place. “How are you feeling? I think things have happened really fast, and I’m not sure where we go from here.”
“Wherever we want to, Ells.” I stroke her cheek with my thumb. “Tell me what you’re afraid of, angel.”
She swallows, eyes casting a faraway look as she thinks through her answer.
“You’re the only person in the world I can’t live without…
except Hudson now. He’s the reason I’m still in school and have a roof over my head.
What if we take everything to the next level, and it all gets fucked up?
What if I lose my best friend? What if I lose… everything?”
I hush her, moving closer so our bodies are flush together.
“You’re my best friend, and I think you know by now that I’d literally kill for you.
I’m not ever going to let someone hurt you, and if someone out there is going to, I’ll make damn sure that person isn’t me.
” I watch her eyes as they track every inch of my face, lingering on my lips when I speak.
“We’re still best friends, but it’s okay if our love expands beyond that too, you know?
It’s okay for us to lean into what feels right. ”
Her eyes are still on my lips, and my own flitter to her mouth. My fingers crawl around the nape of her neck, twisting in her strands of auburn hair as I inch closer.
She licks her lips just before I drop mine atop them, brushing them over her mouth as she moans and opens for me.
My tongue slips in, but hers is just as eager—dancing and tasting and mingling.
A sound floats from her throat, muffled by my mouth on hers, and her hand slides down my side to my ass, grasping it hard as she presses our hips together.
“Does this feel right, Ellie?” I groan into her mouth.
I feel her throat swallow my question, returning it with a strained, “Yes.”
Suddenly, she’s taking over, and I’m eagerly allowing it.
She’s tasting and touching and feeling every inch of me she can find—ravenous in her exploration.
I’ve explored her too, and I plan to do more of it.
I plan to study her thoroughly, but she didn’t have the opportunity to touch me last night the way I touched her, so I give her that now.
Her hands run along my skin, soft and tender and timid yet yearning and demanding at the same time.
The way Ellie touches me has me feeling both delicate and powerful, dominant and submissive all at once, and my mind reels at the contradiction. The need I have for her is almost painful.
“Goddamn.” The word rips through the bedroom, and my eyes open slowly, finding Ellie’s own passion-hazed gaze floating back to Earth as she registers the sound.
We turn, finding Hudson standing in his bedroom doorway with a tray containing three steaming mugs, wearing nothing but a pair of underwear tented by his massive and hard cock.
“You could tell me I died and this is heaven. I’d be none the wiser, and I’d have no strong desire to return to Earth. ”
I turn back to Ellie, watching her bite her lip as a blush tints her pale cheeks. No longer fighting my urges when it comes to her, I lean in, running my tongue along her jaw and down her neck, as if I’m lapping up the very desire she feels for the man in front of us.
“I brought you two coffee, but it appears you may be looking to start your morning differently,” Hudson says, setting the tray on his bedside table before kneeling on the mattress on the other side of Ellie.
“Do you have to be at work early this morning, Coach? Or do you have time to watch me eat Ellie’s pussy again?” I lift onto an elbow, eyeing him hungrily.
His strong features are hard-set, blue eyes blazing beneath his furrowed brow as he tsks. “Oh, no, kitten. The next person to taste Ellie’s cunt is going to be me.”
Ellie’s breath hitches as her eyes dart between us.
I think this is what gets her off most of all: the idea that she’s equally desired by the two of us, that we’re both desperate for her.
I don’t mind playing this game for the sake of her pleasure, because I don’t question the way Hudson feels about me anymore.
I can see it on his face, feel it in his hands when he touches me.
I’m okay with him lusting after Ellie more heavily if it’s what will make her comfortable with this dynamic.
I sit up on my knees, letting the sheet fall off my chest and pool at my knees, revealing my naked body to them both.
Ellie’s entirely transfixed as her soft hand runs down the length of my stomach, hovering over the apex of my thighs.
Hudson is shameless in his hunger, grabbing his cock as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip.
“I have a better idea,” I say with a smile, crawling over Ellie and in front of Hudson. I press against his chest, stepping off the bed and spinning him around so his back is to it before pushing him down onto the mattress.
“Ellie, be a good girl and suck Daddy’s cock.”
She sits up and tilts her head at me, auburn hair tumbling over her shoulder. “You call him Daddy?”
“No, but you’re going to.” I smile while pointing to the floor. “Now get on your knees, angel.”
Her jaw drops, brow popping over her bright green eyes.
She finds Hudson with her eyes, and he offers her a smirk, propping his head up on his elbow.
Taking a deep breath, Ellie slowly crawls across the mattress and off the bed, lowering to her knees in front of Hudson.
Her hands tremble as she reaches for the waistband of his underwear.
He sits up, lifting his hips to help her get them off before she pulls them down his legs and tosses them to the floor behind her.
Her eyes blow wide, chest heaving as she takes in the piece of fucking art that is the man in front of her.
Hudson’s hair is sleep-mused and so fucking sexy, his eyes blazing and jaw set beneath the stubble of his overnight beard.
His muscles strain where he holds himself up to gaze down at Ellie, stomach contracting under the faint dusting of hair over his torso, and finally, the flawless V at his hips that serves as an arrow to the raging cock between his strong thighs.
It presses against his stomach, already leaking.
Ellie is a goddess kneeling before him, her soft curves and smooth skin all displayed. Long hair falls down her back, her tear-drop breasts full and begging to be held, thighs spread where she sits back on her knees and admires Hudson before her.
I walk around her back side before taking a spot on the floor beside her.
She watches me with rapt curiosity as I lean toward Hudson, hovering just over his cock.
I lift my eyes to his, core blazing as their ferocity heats my skin.
I purse my lips, allowing a string of saliva to slip slowly from my mouth before I spit it directly onto the head of his cock.
A groan rips from his throat, and I turn to Ellie. “There. I got it wet for you.” Crawling behind her, I run my fingers through her hair, making a pony tail with my fist. Tugging on her hair, I tighten my grip and guide her toward him. “Open wide, angel.”
Ellie does as she’s told, and I’m dripping.
I get off on taking control like this, and it’s a dream come true that Ellie’s willing to submit to me in the same way Hudson does.
Hudson’s head kicks back, his throat working with a whimper as Ellie wraps her lips around the head of his cock, sucking up the spit I’d left dripping down his base.
I guide her, moving back and forth with the pressure of my hold on her hair. I watch her eyes close as she hollows her cheeks and sucks harder, taking him as far back as she can reach and gagging on what’s left.
“You’re doing so well, Ellie,” I coo. “You’re making him feel so good.”
She hums at the same time Hudson moans.
“I’m going to give you a choice, okay?” Her eyes flash to mine, but she doesn’t stop sucking his cock. “Would you rather sit on Coach’s face and have him eat that pretty cunt, or would you rather sit on his cock while you watch him eat mine?”
The word is garbled and muffled but unmistakable: “Cock.”
I tug on her ponytail, taking her away from Hudson. “Stand up, angel.” Ellie’s panting when she looks at me with blown eyes and flushed skin, rising on trembling legs. I nod toward Hudson. “Lay all the way back, Coach.”
He complies, and I crawl onto the bed, positioning myself behind Hudson and lifting his head so it rests on my lap. I nod toward Ellie, and she timidly climbs onto the mattress, watching me for permission or direction, I’m not entirely sure.
“Go ahead and straddle him, Ells. He wants it, don’t you, Coach?”
I cradle Hudson’s head as he nods rapidly, staring after Ellie. She plants her hands in the center of his chest, eyes locked on mine as she swings a leg over his hips.
“Good girl. I’m going to let him watch you put his cock inside you for the first time, and then I’m going to smother his face while you put on a show just for me.”
“OhmyGod,” she says on a rapid exhale.
Lifting on her knees, she reaches between her legs and swipes his cock through her slit before notching it at her entrance. My breath catches as I watch her slowly sink down, her head falling back as her perfect lips part with the moan crawling from her throat.
Hudson’s pulse pounds beneath my palm, his eyes entranced and fixated on where his body enters Ellie’s, like she’s the embodiment of a dream come true. My core floods with need, and I almost swear I can feel them both. I can feel him inside her. I can feel her welcoming him.
A raw, deep ache emanates inside me when I watch them join together. It’s beautiful and erotic, and I am consumed with need.
Dropping my face over Hudson’s, I find his eyes blazing when they meet mine, and he lifts an arm to cup the back of my head, pulling my mouth this his. He kisses me with ferocity, and I swallow the whimper Ellie pulls from him when she seats herself fully.
“This is heaven, Nat,” he groans into my mouth. “Only made better if you ride my face, kitten. Let me have it, please.”
I sink my teeth into his bottom lip. “I fucking love it when you beg.”
I scoot back, placing his head on the mattress before rising onto my knees.
Facing Ellie, I swing my leg over Hudson’s face and let him grab my hips, navigating me to where he needs.
With a fierce tug, he lowers me to his mouth.
My entire body jerks as his tongue makes an immediate slide inside me, sending a rush of sensation from my toes to my fingertips, forcing my entire body to go taut.
Ellie’s staring after me with lust-blown eyes, panting rapidly as she bounces up and down, chasing her own pleasure. Hudson’s abdominals tighten with every movement Ellie makes, and moans of his own vibrate against my clit, a euphoric chain reaction between all three of us.
Hudson’s tongue glides through my slit before he takes my clit into his mouth with a languid rhythm of nipping and sucking and flicking that has my body rising toward stars. Desperate for something to anchor me to this moment—to both of them—I grab Ellie’s face.
She braces her weight on her hands at the center of Hudson’s chest, leaning forward.
I meet her half way, brushing her lips with my own.
She kisses me deeper, and I feel the movement of her body through Hudson’s, the way he’s holding mine.
The three of us connect in a way I didn’t know was possible before this moment, deep and all-consuming.
When Ellie murmurs against my mouth, “I love this, Nat”—enunciating the words with each heavy exhale, in time with the movement of her body—“This is everything” —kissing me hard—“You’re everything. I love you”—I know for certain I’m ruined.