Chapter 9 A Little Less Control #3
"Yep." He drinks from his whiskey and sets it on the table, then reaches across Dax, placing his hand on the inside of my thigh. "She needs to relax."
"Is that true, baby?" Dax asks, pressing his forehead to mine. "You need some help relaxing?"
He kisses me, and I quickly pull away, bringing the bottle back to my lips.
"What'd you do to her?" Dax asks Elias.
He shrugs before slouching further into his chair and adjusting the bulge in his sweats. "You want all the details or…"
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind," Dax says.
"I mind," I mutter.
"You know, she's usually in a good mood after we fuck her," Nolan tells him. "I'm just saying."
He and Dax laugh, but I don't.
"It's okay, Saige," Dax says. "We're all friends here."
He leans in, kissing me again, and this time, when I pull away, he moves his mouth to my neck—to that place just under my ear. Nolan takes the bottle from my hands and brings it to my lips. "Drink up, baby."
He holds it to my lips while Dax sucks on my throat, but after I take a swig, he doesn't pull it away. He tilts the bottle higher, and I drink until I can't anymore, sputtering when I pull away, wine spilling down the front of my chest.
"Jesus…" I say, coughing. "How drunk are you?"
Nolan leans in, whispering, "I don't know. But I know I'm drunk enough to fuck you in front of your brother."
My cheeks burn. I look across the room at Elias, watching him stroke the hard ridge of his cock outside of his sweatpants.
"Your top is soaked, Saige," Elias says. "You should take that off."
My heart hammers in my chest. Separate. My relationship with Dax and Nolan is safe, and it is separate from this sick, twisted thing with Elias. "Yeah, I think I'll go upstairs and change."
"Stop," Elias says, his tone terse. I freeze in the middle of the room. "Ah, see? You're getting better at listening."
"What?"
"Take off your shirt."
My gaze moves from Elias to Dax.
"Do you need his permission?" Elias asks.
"I told you we're all friends here, Saige," Dax says. "We talked about this—how'd you think it was going to work?"
"I don't know…I just thought that…"
"That what?" Dax asks. "That Nolan and I would pretend we don't know about you and Elias, and Elias would pretend he doesn't know about the three of us, and we'd never end up in the same room together, even though we all live in the same house?"
"I…"
"Baby, it's okay." Dax crosses the room and stops in front of me, taking my hands in his. "You don't need to be embarrassed. I'm not making fun of you—I'm trying to help you." He caresses my cheek before pressing his lips to my forehead. "This is what you want, isn't it?"
My reply comes out just above a whisper. "I don't know what I want."
"Well, you should probably start figuring it out, don't you think? You can't keep running out of hockey games and hiding here because you don't want to deal with your feelings—it's hurtful. You told me you weren't going to do that anymore."
"You hurt my feelings, too, Saige," Nolan says.
"I'm sorry," I tell him. "I just thought…you'd be together, so it wouldn't be a big deal."
"That's not how this works, either, Saige," Dax says.
"What do you want?" Elias asks. "Do you want me to go back to campus, find your friend, Kira, and—"
"Would you stop saying shit like that?!" I snap. "Just stop! Do you think this is easy for me? My feelings for you make me sick!"
"Ah, so you admit you have feelings for me."
I glare at him before crossing my arms in front of me.
"That's not a problem for me," he says. "In fact, tell me more about how sick it makes you that you can't stop spreading your legs for me."
"God, I hate you!"
"Take. Off. Your. Fucking. Shirt. Saige."
"Fine!" I shout before ripping my shirt over my head and throwing it at him. "Are you happy?"
"Getting there. Take off your bra, too."
"Hey…" Dax places a hand on my cheek, guiding my attention back to him. "You're okay, baby. What do you want to do?"
"Do I get a vote?" Elias asks.
"No," Dax tells him.
"I don't know," Nolan starts. I look over at him, seeking safety in the dark eyes I once thought were empty and the honey in his deep tone.
"Saige likes to be told what to do. She might appreciate a little less control in this situation since she seems to be having such a hard time.
Why don't you just take off your bra and your pants and then come over here and lay your head in my lap, Saige?
Let me play with your hair while we watch the end of the game; I know you like that. "
I don't look at Elias or Dax—only him.
I think I'm afraid that Elias doesn't fit—that he'll get angry and jealous, and then he'll fuck it all up. But if Nolan says it's okay, then maybe it is.
"No one here wants to hurt you, Saige," he adds.
"…Okay."
I unhook my bra, letting it fall away from my body, before stepping out of my pants. Then, I lie across the couch in only my thong, resting my head in Nolan's lap and curling my legs into my body.
Nolan grabs a blanket from the back of the couch, covering me with it before taking out my hair tie and combing his fingers through my hair.
"That's not so bad, is it?"
"No," I tell him.
I'm not sure if it's the alcohol kicking in or if it's just him, soothing me, but minutes go by like this, and my mind and body start relaxing, even with Elias watching me.
And I can feel how hard Nolan is against his leg.
"You're a good girl, Saige," he says. "You want your wine?"
I nod. "Yeah, sure."
"Sit up a little bit, baby."
I sit up, and Dax hands me the bottle, but when I bring it to my lips, the blanket slips away, exposing my tits again.
My cheeks burn as my eyes meet Elias's in the dark. Still watching me. Still stroking his cock outside of his sweatpants.
I quickly cover up before handing the bottle back to Dax, and then lie down in Nolan's lap again, pretending to watch the game. After the last period starts, Nolan says, "Saige, come here. Give me a kiss."
I pull myself up again, holding the blanket over my chest.
"It's all right," he says. "Let him see you." He pulls the blanket away from my body and presses his lips to mine. "I missed you so much, baby." He reaches between my legs, pushing my thong aside, his fingers stroking my clit while his tongue twists with mine.
I gasp, breaking the kiss. "Nolan…"
"It's okay, Saige. It feels good, doesn't it? I mean, I know it does; I can feel you getting wet."
"Yeah…it does."
"Come sit on my lap."
My eyes drop to his lap—to his hand, wrapped around the base of his hard dick.
I'll have my back to Elias. That's not so bad. And it is easier when he tells me to do it.
My breath catches as I swing a leg over his lap and sink down onto his cock, waves of pleasure running from my center up my spine when he fills me. I stifle a moan, resting my head against his shoulder.
"There you go." He lifts his hips, pushing down on my lower back, and I gasp. "I need you to ride my dick, Saige. You can touch my neck and my hair."
I wrap my arms around his neck, threading the fingers of my right hand through his hair, and then start rocking my hips, rolling my pussy up and down his length.
I grind my teeth to keep from crying out.
"You don't have to worry about him," Nolan whispers into my ear. "He knows you deserve to get fucked like this. He likes seeing you like this, baby."
I risk a glance over my shoulder, catching Elias with his hand wrapped around his dick, pumping it while he watches me. My pussy clenches, and I bounce harder on Nolan's cock.
"That's it baby," Nolan says. "I told you."
"You look so good fucking his dick, Saige," Dax says. He grabs my right cheek, spreading me open while I ride him. "Give your brother a show, Saige."
"Trust me," Elias says. "She's going to pay for how good she looks right now. She's fucking taunting me is what she's doing."
His words hit me right between the legs. I whimper, picking up the pace, Dax's hand on my ass guiding me while Nolan thrusts up into me and Elias's breath grows heavy on the other side of the room.
I like the idea that I'm taunting him. I like the idea of him getting angrier as his cock swells and pulses in his fist, and that when he can't take it anymore, he'll punish me for it. The tension at my core tightens. "Fuck…" I moan. "Nolan…"
"That's it, baby. You ride it so good."
"Oh, sick, did you see that block?" Dax asks.
"Yeah," Nolan groans. "But I'm a little busy making Saige come."
"Are you coming on his dick, baby?"
"Y-yes…" I'm close enough that I barely get the word out. I lose my rhythm, my pussy clenching around his dick. "Oh, god…"
I bury my moans against his neck, and Nolan grips my hips, thrusting up into my pussy while I come.
"Give me a kiss, Saige," Dax says, guiding my mouth to his while pleasure erupts at my center. I kiss him while Nolan fucks into me, whimpering against his lips. "You're doing great, baby. I bet your pussy feels so good squeezing his dick right now. It's probably driving Elias fucking crazy."
"Oh, my god…"
"Look at you, sweetheart. Your pussy is dripping all over him, Saige." He lowers his voice. "And Elias is looking at you like you're a fucking meal."
"Mmm, fuck, I'm going to come." Nolan pushes me down onto his dick, burying himself to the hilt, holding me there while he rolls his hips and his dick throbs inside me. "Ah, fuck, that feels good."
When he finishes, he wraps his arms around my back, and I lie against his shoulder, closing my eyes and catching my breath.
I try not to think of Elias again, but it happens, anyway. And I can feel it in the corner of my mind—the post-orgasm shame threatening to wash over me.
Dax smooths my hair away from my face, and I open my eyes, noticing that, with the other hand, he's stroking his hard cock. "You aren't tired yet, are you baby?"
I shake my head.
"Why don't you get on the floor on your knees for me, hmm?"
I nod and get on my knees in my wet thong in front of Dax while Nolan's cum soaks the inside of my thighs.