15. BOUND #2
Hudson glances up, eyes locking with mine. There’s no mocking in them. No judgment. Just openness. Invitation. And something we’ve always had—trust.
“You coming, Enz?” Pippa teases, her voice breathy, lazy with lust. “Or are you planning to edge yourself in the corner all night?”
Fuck it.
I walk over and stand next to them. My gaze flicks between them as Hudson continues to rub her clit slowly, kissing her neck. I look deeply into her eyes as I take my hand and wrap it around the other side of her neck.
As formidable as she is, her neck is slender and delicate in my palm. My thumb reaches her mouth, and I use it to part her lips.
She darts out her tongue to suck my thumb.
I feel a rumble in my chest at the image. My other hand finds its way to her breast. It’s heavy and full in my hand, supple. I pull her nipple between my finger and thumb, rubbing, pinching, and pulling. When she moans, lost in the pleasure of four hands roaming her body, I lean down to kiss her.
It’s slow, unhurried, and deep. Our tongues fight for dominance. My whole body turns electric. I feel on fire for her.
For them.
I pull back and direct her to the couch. I have her lay across it with her head over the arm. I take her face in my hands and hold her gaze upside down. "Open for him, bella. Let me see how well you take his cock."
Hudson slowly undresses to his boxers. God, when was the last time I saw Hudson without a shirt on? I never noticed the way his abs flex when he moves, or the trail of ink down his side that disappears under his waistband. I must’ve been trying not to see.
Hudson grabs a condom and sets it on the couch, then he slips between her legs. While holding eye contact with me, he moves his mouth between her legs and licks from back to front. “Fuck, Enz. She’s soaked for us.”
My breath catches in my throat at the sight.
Pippa gasps, her eyes locked with mine until they flutter closed.
"No," I say. "Look at me."
Her eyes snap open as a moan tears from her lips, guttural and raw.
I kneel on the side of the couch so our heads can be closer.
Hudson continues to suck on her, adding his fingers inside her. When she’s on the edge, breath hitching, I brush my mouth over hers, barely touching our lips together.
She trembles. Her hands grip me like I’m the only anchor she has. And then she shatters. Her orgasm hits like a storm, her cries muffled against my lips.
I hear Hudson shed the last of his clothes and roll on a condom.
Pippa and I slowly break our kiss to look at him. I watch him move like I’m seeing him for the first time. Every ridge of his abdomen taut, every inch of him impossible not to look at.
I see his large, hard, pierced cock covered in a condom and tell myself to catalog that image away. My own dick strains to be released.
When he settles between her thighs, I kiss her again, holding her face like it’s mine to cradle, to protect, to possess. Pippa moans into my mouth as Hudson presses against her entrance. Slowly, he goes deeper.
“Jesus… Fuck,” she breathes, the words tumbling out between kisses.
“Tell me how he feels,” I whisper against her lips. My voice is darker now, more commanding. “I want to hear it.”
She opens her eyes, glazed with desire, voice ragged. “He’s…thick. Stretches me so good. His piercings—” She breaks off with a gasp as Hudson thrusts deeper, angling just right. “God, it’s so good. Like a shock to the system every time he hits just right.”
I press a kiss to her jaw, her cheek, her mouth again. “And here you are, taking him like you were made for it.”
Pippa’s breath hitches, and then she looks at me with fire in her eyes. “You have too many clothes on, Enzo. That’s the only thing ruining this perfect fucking moment.”
I smirk. She’s right, and if I don’t strip now, I might combust from watching them without entirely participating. I stand, maintaining eye contact with her as I undo the buttons of my shirt one by one.
Her gaze roams my body, drinking me in like she’s already imagining what she’s going to do with me next.
When I look up, I catch Hudson watching me, too.
I’m about to go all in.
I slide my shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. Their eyes trail my chest, hungry and unashamed, and something primal unfurls inside me. I toe off my shoes, undo my belt, and push my pants down, boxers following until I’m just as bare as Hudson, just as exposed.
And then…fuck me, my eyes lock on Hudson’s. There’s heat—not just lust, but something heavier. A challenge. An invitation. Something that makes my skin burn and I become harder than I’ve ever been.
I grab the couch’s foot stool and position it near the arm.
Pippa’s body is stretched open for him, glowing with sweat and need, but it’s me she’s looking at when she moans.
“Touch her,” Hudson commands, voice low, ragged. “She wants you.”
My hands slide down her sides, over her hips, then to cup her breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples. She arches, a whimper spilling from her lips.
“God, Enzo,” she breathes. “I can’t—”
“Yes, you can.” I lower my mouth to her ear, lips brushing her skin. “You’re doing so fucking good, bella. Let us take care of you.”
Hudson thrusts harder, deeper.
She shudders in my arms, caught between us.
I kiss her again, slow and possessive, swallowing every sound she makes. Then I pull back, brushing her hair from her face. “I want your mouth. Can you do that for me?”
She nods quickly. Her whole body trembles.
Hudson shifts slightly, lifting her by the hips to hold her in place as I kneel on the ottoman and line my cock up with her mouth. Her eyes flick up, pupils blown wide, and then she takes me into her mouth, warm and wet and perfect.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, fingers threading through her hair as I place my hand around her neck. Supporting her head and feeling her throat work my cock.
Hudson groans, “She’s so fucking tight. I feel her clench harder the more she sucks you. And she’s getting wetter. Fuck, she’s so turned on, Enz.”
Pippa moans deeper at his words, sending vibrations straight through my spine. She’s pure chaos and pleasure, caught between us, owning us with every move she makes.
My head tips back as her mouth works me with a kind of desperation, like she needs both of us to breathe. Maybe we need her just as badly. It’s not just the sex. It’s trust. Surrender. The three of us locked in this impossible, burning gravity.
Hudson’s rhythm speeds up.
Pippa’s whimpers grow frantic, broken by the fullness in her throat.
My hips rock gently, letting her control the pace.
“Almost there,” Hudson grits out.
I look down at her flushed cheeks, her tear-rimmed eyes, the sheen of sweat on her chest, and in an instant I know…
She’s ours.
I lock eyes with Hudson and lean toward him. Our hands have been on her the whole time, but I reach over with one hand and clasp his neck. I lick my lips and watch him do the same.
Fuck, I want to kiss him.
I move my thumb across his neck and up his cheek, over his lip.
Connected, the three of us finish. Hudson first, gritting out Pippa’s name like a prayer, then Pippa, crying out as she shatters between us. Finally, I come undone by the sound of her, the sight of them, the feel of everything we just gave each other.
The explosion is the best orgasm of my life.
Fuck. Is that what sex is supposed to be like?
I lift Pippa up and place her between us on the couch. She is boneless and flushed, her head tilted back against the cushion, hair wild, lips kiss-bruised. She looks wrecked. Sated. Beautiful.
Hudson leans back against the couch. He runs a hand through his hair, and his chest rises and falls like he’s still catching up.
We don’t speak. Because what do you say when everything has changed? Hudson and I didn’t kiss, but from the way he held my gaze, we both seemed to know it was only a matter of time.
Pippa lets out a slow breath. “Well…that wasn’t very professional.”
We all huff a laugh.
And I know, at least for me, that nothing will ever be the same again.