56. Chess
Chapter fifty-six
Chess
T he rhythmic stroke of my fingers through Addy's hair has become a silent language of comfort between us. She's sprawled across my bed, her head resting in the crook of my arm, and I can feel the tension coiled tight in her shoulders. Each thread of her blonde locks slipping through my fingers seems to weave a new promise—a vow that this time, I'll get it right.
"Chess," she whispers, the sound barely audible over the hum of silence that fills the room.
"Yeah?" My voice is equally hushed, a reverent tone for the fragile moment we're sharing.
"Can you... Can you just keep doing that? It feels nice."
"Always, Addy." And I mean it. Because despite every screw-up, every misstep I've taken with her, there's an unspoken pledge lingering between us—a commitment to mend the fragmented trust. She's worthy of more than what life has thrown at her, and damn it, I'm going to prove that to her.
The door creaks open, cutting through the stillness like a knife. Addy goes rigid beneath my touch, so tense I fear she might shatter. Her breath catches, suspended in a moment of dread.
"Shit," I mutter under my breath, as I realize just what she's afraid of, my own muscles locking as I sit up slightly to peer toward the intrusion.
"Who is it?" Her voice trembles, a delicate leaf in a storm.
The door creaks wider, and the shift in the room's energy is almost tangible. I glance up, my eyes locking with a pair of ice blue ones. His presence sends a ripple through the air, one that seems to buzz. Addy stiffens, but I soothe her with a soft kiss atop her head.
"Hey," I say gently, "it's just Dre."
Her breath catches, and she inches up to look at him, those deep green eyes searching his face. For a second, there's a silent conversation that passes between them—one I know I'm not privy to, but I trust nonetheless. Then, slowly, with a vulnerability that tugs at something inside me, she extends her hand toward him. It's a bridge, a quiet invitation across the chasm of her fears.
Dre steps in, closing the distance with a few prowling strides, and there's this smirk playing on his lips that's all mischief and dark promises. "What? You two were going to start without me?" he teases, his voice a low rumble that seems designed to stir something primal within us.
He doesn't wait for an invitation; Dre never does. He curls up behind Addy, spooning her so close she's practically molded to his chest. The way she gasps, barely audible, tells me all I need to know—his hand has found its way beneath her shirt, tracing patterns on skin that's sensitive to every one of his deliberate touches.
"Missed me, didn't you?" Dre's words are a whisper of sin against Addy's ear, and though I can't see his face, I can imagine the wicked grin he's wearing. I can feel it—the way the air shivers around us, heavy with the anticipation of what's to come.
Dre's lips are a gentle brush of warmth against the hollow of Addy's throat, lingering for a heartbeat before gliding down to the curve of her shoulder. His breath is a whisper against her skin, words meant only for her, lost to the tension-filled silence of the room. I watch, a coil of something dark and urgent tightening in my gut as his fingers curl under the hem of her sleep shirt, lifting it with an unhurried grace that belies the ferocity in his ice-blue gaze.
The fabric slides away, leaving her bare, moonlight casting a celestial glow on her skin. It's a moment of raw vulnerability, and yet she stands unflinching between us.
"Fuck," I curse under my breath, the sight of her like this—open, trusting, fierce—sending a jolt of heat straight through me. Dre continues his quiet litany at her ear, a secret string of words that seem to resonate within her, drawing her closer into our shared orbit.
Addy is nestled between us, a blonde vision with her green eyes closed in bliss as Dre's fingers dance lightly over the soft expanse of her stomach. His lips are close to her ear, whispering words that are meant for her alone, secrets that stir a strange blend of jealousy and arousal within me.
"Chess," she murmurs, her voice barely above a sigh. The sound of my name on her lips sends a shiver down my spine, and I shift slightly, trying to catch a glimpse of Dre's face, to decipher what magic he's spinning with his hushed tones.
Her hands suddenly move, gliding like pale ghosts over my skin, tracing the lines of my abs. My heart pounds.
She looks up at me then, and her eyes—a brilliant, piercing green—are wide and questioning, demanding something from me that I'm all too eager to give.
"Addy," I groan, unable to contain the raw edge in my voice. With a surge of boldness fueled by desire, I lean forward, closing the gap between us. My lips find hers in a kiss that's both an answer and a question—do you want this? Do you feel what I feel?
Her response is immediate, her lips parting beneath mine in a silent plea for more. Our mouths move together in a rhythm that's as old as time yet feels brand new with each brush of our lips. The world beyond this bed, beyond the tangle of limbs and whispered confessions, fades into insignificance.
"God, Chess," Dre's voice cuts through the haze of passion, low and rough. "You two are killing me."
I'm still reeling from the intensity of our kiss when I feel Dre's hand shift, his touch leaving a trail of fire as it descends lower. Addy gasps against my mouth, and the sound is nearly my undoing. Her hips press forward, seeking more, and I know exactly what she's found.
"Chess," Dre's voice is thick with lust. “Fuck, you should feel how wet she is for us.”
His words send a jolt through me, and I break away from Addy's lips to catch my breath. My gaze locks with hers, her eyes wide and filled with an intoxicating mix of fear and excitement.
Our gazes lock, the air thick and practically vibrating with unspoken promises. Her eyes are wild with desire; pupils dilated to the extreme until everything else is swallowed by darkness. Dre retracts those glistening fingers from her warm center earning a whimper of protest from our girl.
But, her eyes blaze with fire as he brings his fingers to my mouth and demands I “taste.” I move in close, met him halfway. He smirks as he holds them up to my lips, inviting me to taste her.
I flick my tongue against his slick digits, savoring the tangy-sweetness of Addy's arousal that coats Dre’s strong hands. The flavor is a jolt through my system, this forbidden nectar setting my blood on fire. As I wrap my lips around his long fingers, a punch of raw need hits me in the gut.
"So fucking sexy," Dre growls lowly, voice hushed like a dark secret shared between lovers in the dead of night. His heated gaze is locked onto me even as he plunges his fingers back into Addy's wet heat, drawing out a strangled cry from her that echoed off the walls.
I can't speak; I'm utterly transfixed by the sensation of Dre's knuckles brushing against me, against the strained fabric of my boxers, as he plunges his fingers into her over and over.
"Snowflake," Dre murmurs, and I'm lost in the gravelly tone of possession in his voice. “Do you want us to share you, dirty girl?”
She nods, biting her lip, a flush spreading across her cheeks, and my entire body tightens in anticipation. Dre's fingers are relentless, and the slick sound of his movements is the sweetest torment.
A flush creeps across her cheeks as she bites her lip and nods, eyes filled to the brim with anticipation. The sight alone is enough to set my entire body aflame with want.
"Or would you rather watch me devour him?" Dre continues, his breath hot against the shell of Addy's ear. His words are like sparks on dry tinder, and I'm so close to ignition I can barely think straight.
"Please," I rasp out, my restraint fraying at the edges. "Dre..."
My breathing is ragged and uneven, heart pounding painfully loud in my ears. I can't find the strength to break away from those sinful eyes.
Addy's hands clench on my skin, her nails digging in slightly. I'm wound so tight, every nerve ending screaming for release, but I'm caught, deliciously trapped between their need and mine.
"God, I love how hard you are, Chess," Dre says, and his hand leaves her only to press against the bulge in my boxers. The pressure is both agony and ecstasy. "Just from watching, just from feeling a little bit of what I'm giving her."
"Fuck," I curse, the word ripped from my depths. It's all I can manage, because Dre is right—I'm so hard it hurts, and if he touches me, really touches me, I'll shatter.
I can barely catch my breath, the heat and desire in the room swirling around us like a tangible force. Dre's fingers leave Addy with an audibly wet sound that makes my own arousal spike even higher.
"Get up," Dre commands, his voice laced with that dark edge of authority that always sends shivers down my spine. He doesn't need to say it twice. “Sit on my face.”
Addy moves, her body slick with sweat and desire as she climbs onto Dre's waiting mouth. The sight is intoxicating, but I don't have long to admire it because Dre's grabbing me, pulling me into him.
"Your turn, Chess. Show me what that mouth can do," he growls, and I can't help the moan that escapes me. I yank his boxers off in one swift tug. Every nerve ending ignites as I lean down and take him in my mouth, tasting the muskiness that is so uniquely Dre. His fingers tangle in my hair, guiding me, rough and demanding, until he’s so deep I’m gagging on his length.. I love it—the way he takes control, the way he knows exactly how he wants it. I feel filthy, desperate, and completely at his mercy.
"Fuck, just like that," His praise came out strained, muffled by Addy's dripping sex where he wasted no time feasting voraciously between her spread thighs. It only spurs me on, taking him deeper, reveling in the pleasure of being used by him, for him.
Dre's fingers dig into Addy's thigh, leaving angry red marks. His other hand grips the back of my head tight as he plants his feet on the bed and completely takes over. He thrusts his hips forward, forcing himself deeper into my mouth. He’s relentless, cutting off my air supply until I can feel tears streaming down my cheeks.
Addy's breathing is erratic above us, her soft whimpers and gasps filling the room. I can tell she's close, her movements becoming more frantic, grinding down on Dre's face. And then she comes with a high-pitched cry, her body quaking with the intensity of her climax.
In an instant, Dre's hands are on me, pulling me away. "Enough," he says, and there's no room for argument in that single word. He flips Addy over, gentle yet firm, positioning her on top of me. Her green eyes are glazed with lust as she straddles my face, and I dive in without hesitation, eager to taste her sweetness, to bring her to another peak.
"Wait for it, Chess," Dre instructs, his voice thick with arousal as he reaches for a condom from the nightstand drawer. My gaze flicks to him, watching him roll it on, his actions practiced and precise. Even in this, he's in charge, orchestrating every move we make, every breath we take.
"Tell me, Snowflake," Dre murmurs, leaning toward Addy, his tone dripping with dirty promises. "Do you like having Chess's tongue on you while you're about to feel me inside again?"
"Y-yes," she stammers, her hips rocking against me in response to his words. The combined scent and taste of her arousal, mixed with the visual of Dre preparing himself, is maddening. I'm desperate for more, to be consumed by them both in this wild dance of pleasure and power.
I'm lost in the taste of Addy, my lips and tongue worshiping her as she writhes above me. Dre's shadow looms over us, the sight of him rolling on a condom etched into my fevered brain. I barely register the click of the nightstand drawer closing before his voice cuts through the haze of desire.
"Fuck, I want to taste every inch of you. I'm going to make you scream my name, Snowflake." His words are a dark promise delivered with a growl, and then he's plunging into her. Addy's moan vibrates against my mouth, a desperate sound that sends electricity skittering down my spine.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," Dre pants, his voice rough and harsh with lust. The bed shifts under his weight, the rhythm of his body driving into hers a carnal beat that pulses through the room.
I can't help but delve lower, seeking out the place where they connect. My tongue brushes against him, tasting the tang of latex mixed with something darker, something undeniably Dre. It's intoxicating, this closeness, the raw intimacy of sharing her, sharing him.
"Chess," Dre barks, and I lift my gaze to lock with his icy blue eyes. They're filled with fire, commanding and unyielding. "Make yourself come. I want to feel you paint my back while I finish with her.”
The order sends a jolt straight to my groin, and my hand instinctively wraps around my cock. I stroke myself in time with their thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin like a depraved symphony in my ears.
"God, yes," Addy gasps, her hands fisting in the sheets, her hips grinding down onto my face. "I can't... It's too much."
"Too much?" Dre challenges, his wicked grin visible even from my vantage point. "Or just enough to have you choking my cock with how much you like it?"
Her response is a choked sob, high and broken, the sound of pure pleasure teetering on the edge of pain. And it's all too much—the taste, the heat, the power radiating off Dre in waves. I'm so close, chasing the edge as I suck greedily at her clit, driven by Dre's relentless pace.
The room is a cacophony of moans, the air thick with the scent of sex and sweat. Dre's tattooed body is a living artwork above Addy, his hips driving into her with a force that speaks of raw need and pent-up desire.
"Fuck, you're so tight," Dre grunts, his rhythm unyielding, each thrust punctuated by the sound of flesh meeting flesh. "You like it rough, don't you, Snowflake? You like feeling me deep inside you?"
Her whimper is answer enough, a plea wrapped in a sigh, and it shoots straight to my core. I've never been this aroused; my heart races, every nerve ending alight with the sight of them together, the taste of them on my tongue.
"Come on, Chess," he taunts, his voice thick with dominance. "Show me what you've got."
And I do. I come apart beneath them, my groans muffled by the sweetness of Addy, spilling warmth over my hand and streaking across my abs, his ass. I'm shaking, undone, yet still I don't stop moving, because Dre has commanded and I will follow. Always.
"Fuck, Chess..." he groans, acknowledging the warmth against his skin without missing a beat.
Addy's body tenses, her back arching as she reaches the precipice.
"Come for me, Snowflake," Dre commands, voice laced with authority and that dark edge that always sends a shiver down my spine.
And then, Addy screams out her climax, a high-pitched release of all the tension that's been building, her fingers clawing at him as waves of pleasure rack her body.
"That's it baby, cream my cock." Dre follows, his own release buried deep within her, his name on her lips as she shatters under his touch.
The three of us collapse in a tangle of limbs, breaths coming in short bursts as we ride out the aftershocks together. In this room, in this moment, we are bound by something more than just our twisted desires—we are a single entity, sharing a connection that defies explanation.
"Wow," Addy finally manages to say, breaking the silence.
"Yeah," Dre agrees with a chuckle.
Dre's breath evens out first, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm against my back. I can't help but lean into him, seeking the warmth of his body even as the sweat cools on my skin.
"Come here," he murmurs, his arm snaking around to pull me closer. Addy shifts, her green eyes soft in the dim light, and she scoots toward us until she's snug between Dre and me.
I wrap an arm around her, my hand finding Dre's, fingers intertwining. "You okay?" I ask her, brushing a stray lock of blonde hair from her face.
She nods, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Never been better." Her voice is sleepy, content, and it's music to my ears after everything we've been through.
"Good," Dre whispers, leaning over to press a gentle kiss to her temple. "Because you deserve nothing less."
Her eyelids flutter at the affectionate gesture, and I feel her relax even more. The tension that always seems to linger beneath her skin melts away, if only for this moment in time. We're a tangle of limbs, a mess of sheets, and yet I've never felt more connected to anyone else.
"Stay like this forever?" Addy's voice is barely audible, a whisper against the quiet of the room.
"Forever," I confirm, because even though reality will claw at us soon enough, right now I believe it—believe in this sanctuary we've created for ourselves.
"Chess?" Dre's voice pulls me back from the brink of sleep.
"Yeah?" My eyes are heavy, my body languid and sated.
"Thank you." It's simple, but loaded with an understanding that only we share.
"Of course," I reply, knowing full well the weight behind my words.
We settle into silence then, the sound of our combined breathing a lullaby in the shadows. Addy's presence between us is a soothing balm to old wounds, and I let myself drift, safe in the knowledge that when morning comes, we'll face it together. Dre's grip on my hand doesn't loosen, and I squeeze back, a silent promise.
As sleep claims me, I realize that this—this tangled web of love and trust—is where I'm meant to be. Here, with Dre's inked arms and Addy's Nordic beauty encasing me, I find peace. We fall asleep entwined, three broken souls finding solace in each other's embrace.