TWENTY-FIVE
Charlotte
Was he kidding? I was one thousand percent sure I wanted this. A grin widened across my lips and I nodded.
Sure, this was all new to me, but—God. I felt so lucky to be invited into this world. This night was like an initiation. A turning point.
An awakening.
And I was so glad I got to do it with Noah.
With my approval settled, he turned his attention to the writhing couple, probably trying to figure out the best way to make her wish happen.
“Let me lean against the table,” he said.
Eli reacted right away. He used his grasp to back Shannon up and made room for the other man to move in. When Noah did, he put an arm around me and pulled me along with him. He sat on the edge of the table, one hand curling around the end of it, and tucked me in at his side. I stood at the end of the booth, placed a bent knee on the seat cushion, and left the other foot flat on the floor.
We knew what the goal was, so I reached down and ringed my fingers around the base of his dick, and we peered down the slope of his body, watching as Shannon leaned in.
His cock slipped between her pink lips, and dear God, it was straight fire. One that burned a million degrees and was too hot to allow even a trace of jealousy or shame to exist.
It was stunningly erotic to hold him steady for her as she fucked him with her mouth, while she was getting fucked by someone else, and her husband sat to the side, watching it all happen.
Goosebumps prickled across my skin, and my heart beat more than a hundred miles an hour. The ache was back inside me, a need pulsing and begging for release.
“I might come just watching this,” I whispered.
Noah’s eyes went heavy, but I couldn’t tell if it was simply lust, the meaning of what I’d said, or a combination of both.
Eli found his tempo again, and Shannon matched it, rocking back and forth between the men. It was downright pornographic, and I stood at Noah’s side, utterly transfixed.
Her moans and whines filled the room, but they were garbled from the cock in her mouth. Noah held still, letting her work him over, even as Eli’s thrusts increased in intensity, turning almost violent. But it threw off her rhythm, causing the dick to fall from her lips as she gasped for breath.
“Oh, I know,” Eli teased. “It’s hard to keep that dick in your mouth when I’m fucking you so good, isn’t it?”
She issued another moan, latched a hand on the edge of the table for stability, and got back to work. Her copper hair hung down as she was bent over, and her eyes slammed shut. Was she getting close?
Pleasure painted Eli’s expression because he seemed to be struggling. Not with maintaining his tempo, though. He was fighting to hold himself back from beating her to the finish line.
Beside me, Noah’s chest heaved as he endured the blowjob... but his gaze was glued to me. Once again, he liked watching how I was watching. He enjoyed studying my reaction, every time I swallowed a gasp or blinked quickly to hide my wide eyes. His arm was banded around me, his hand low on my back, and when our gazes caught, he pressed me tighter into his side.
Without any warning, Shannon let out a cry that was pure ecstasy.
As she came, her legs shook so hard, Eli had to haul her upright. He grabbed one of her shoulders and pulled, and when she was standing, their bodies still connected, he grasped her elbows and dragged them back toward his chest. It forced her to arch her back, and it gave him space to thread his arms through hers.
This new position, with her arms held behind her back, was erotic. She could escape his hold if she wanted, but she wouldn’t dare. She was too deep in the throes of her orgasm to care right now—plus, I suspected she loved his domination.
He fucked her while they were standing like that, grinding his body against hers and making her tits bounce. After this evening ended, it would be hard to pick which image was the hottest... but this scene was a strong contender.
Because he’d gotten her to come, the restriction Eli had put on himself was gone, and he didn’t last long after that. When he came, he let out a loud wave of grunts and groans and jerked to a stop. Shannon’s head was tipped up, her face to the ceiling, and she groaned right along with him, enjoying it.
I knew what that felt like, how much I liked the sensation when a guy’s release pulsed inside me. I hoped soon I’d know what that felt like with the man standing beside me.
Eli’s eyes were closed like Shannon’s were, and their bodies remained still for a long moment. Then he released her arms, she slid off him, and she stumbled forward on unsteady legs. She collided with us both, but Noah’s arm went around her, keeping her on her feet as she tried to catch her breath.
Without a word, Eli turned and disappeared into the bathroom, probably to get rid of the condom and clean up. The cabin lulled into silence for a tense moment.
What happens now?
I sensed Noah’s gaze on me, and when I turned to look, I found his face full of intensity. His voice was deep and wicked and hushed. “You want me to fuck her?”
Again, there was no other answer I could give. “Yes.”
“Tell me,” he demanded. “Say it.”
It was like he’d punched the air clean out of my lungs. His order wasn’t just hot—it was incendiary. Shit, I wanted it so bad, my voice trembled with need. “I want you to fuck her, Daddy.”
The beautiful brown of his irises deepened.
Then he straightened, and his arm fell away from me. Once he was sure Shannon was okay without his support, he padded on his bare feet a few steps and reached for his pants.
“Get on the table,” he said, “like how I was.”
It was clear this order was for me, and I followed it. I sat on the lacquered wood and found it warm in the spot he’d just left, and cold elsewhere against my heated skin. While I took my seat, he pulled out a condom, tore the wrapper, and put it on.
His intense gaze was almost reluctant to leave mine, but it did, and it swung to the other woman. They exchanged a look, him asking his silent question, and Shannon gave him a sexy smirk of approval.
My heart was beating in my throat when he led her to the edge of the table and urged her to stand between my parted knees.
“Lean back on your elbows,” he said.
Again, this command was meant for me. I dropped back, supporting myself on my bent elbows, and once I was how he wanted, he guided her to lean over and place her hands on the tabletop on either side of my body.
“ Oh ,” I breathed.
The position caused her breasts to kiss mine, and the brush of her soft skin and nipples against mine was so much sexier than I’d expected.
I was only vaguely aware when Eli returned and slipped into the booth. I was more focused on the other woman, and the handsome man moving behind her, preparing.
My lungs squeezed as I watched Noah’s eyes haze and heard Shannon’s whimper of pleasure. I couldn’t see exactly what happened, but I didn’t need to. He’d eased himself inside.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
This hadn’t meant to be a command from me, but he seemed to take it as one.
Once he started moving, there weren’t adequate words to describe how much I enjoyed it. God, I adored being beneath them, loved how he stared at me like he was fucking me and not the woman between us. He had one hand on her hip, but the other was gripping my thigh, and the connection between us felt powerfully intimate.
Like it was just him and me.
Once he established his pace, everything began to blur and fade, lost to the blaze of desire and pleasure. Shannon’s mouth was on my neck, my breasts. I glanced to my left and saw Patrick was fucking his fist in earnest now. I looked to my right and found Eli leaned back in his seat, his arm flung casually across the back of the booth.
But he was staring at me with dark desire.
“Can I touch you?” he asked.
The answers came quickly when Noah asked them, but with Eli it was more complicated. I didn’t feel much desire for him—it was more curiosity. But it was intense.
“Yes,” I said.
He looked fucking thrilled, sat forward, and immediately glided a hand across my chest, palming my breasts.
I went into freefall with all the attention, but the wildest thing was... none of it mattered as much as Noah’s. Could he tell how much I was loving this? How incredible it was to be sharing this with him ?
Moans swelled from Shannon, and because of the way we were positioned, I could feel every one of his thrusts as they reverberated through her body. Eli had been satisfied when he’d started to caress my breasts, but soon it hadn’t been enough. His fingertips skated across my stomach, trailing downward so he could fit his fingers between my legs and touch my clit.
I gasped. His simple touch, with everything else happening around me, was pure bliss.
A second orgasm for me loomed on the horizon, and it sounded like it might be the same for Shannon. Our group became a mass of sweaty bodies, moving, touching, fucking ... held together by pleasure.
I was adrift in it, with my gaze fixed on Noah like he was my only anchor.
And eventually, a wave of ecstasy crashed over us, each cresting at a different time. Shannon was the first to succumb, and when her orgasm’s hold faded, she grabbed her husband’s head and pulled him into a feverish kiss.
His fist pumped, his grip so tight it had to be hard for him to slide the head of his cock through it, but he did it. All the while, his shoulders rose and fell with his enormous, labored breaths. Then he shuddered, clamping tighter around the tip, and moaned through each pulse.
Cum leaked out between his fingers, streaking down his shaft.
It was dirty, and sexy as fuck.
“You going to come for me?” an unfamiliar voice asked.
I turned my head, finding Eli staring at me as his fingers rubbed faster on my clit. Sparks of pleasure radiated from his touch, but it was Noah’s hand on me, the one that gently squeezed my thigh, that felt the best.
Had he done it to remind me of his presence? If so, it was unnecessary. He dominated my thoughts, and my focus never strayed far.
No, I almost said out loud to Eli. I’m going to come for him.
I stared into Noah’s stunning eyes for as long as I could, until the pleasure became too much.
This orgasm? It tore through me.
The power of it shook me to my core, my elbows gave out, and I collapsed to the tabletop with a loud bang. As the bliss rolled through me, it grew more intense. Sharper. It verged on pain and deactivated my brain. So it took me a long moment to realize Eli’s fingers were still pressed to me, and I had to squirm and put my hand on top of his to signal he needed to stop.
My clit was way too sensitive, but, thankfully, his sinful fingers moved away.
As I lay across the table, my chest working overtime to drag air in and out of my body, I peered up at Noah and sensed his orgasm wouldn’t be far behind mine.
I was right.
By the sound of it, his climax was powerfully strong. He groaned like he’d finished some Herculean effort, and his face, sheened with sweat, contorted. It filled with dark satisfaction, and his gaze pierced into me, like I’d been the one to give him all this pleasure.
It was so fucking hot, it stole my breath.
We were still melded together, unmoving, and as our bodies began to cool, awareness and tension crept in.
Shannon broke it with a laugh and attempted to straighten. “Okay. My legs are shot. I think I need to sit.”
Noah acted quickly. He kept one hand on her as he stepped back and then offered her the other hand to help her sit beside her husband. She lowered gingerly into her seat, and as soon as she was done, Patrick was there, cradling her face and delivering a passionate kiss.
It was romantic. Sweet. A smile spread slowly across my face as I watched. Maybe it was intruding, but they didn’t seem to mind. I didn’t watch long, anyway. Noah slipped a hand under my arm and drew me up until I was sitting and then eased me off the table and onto my feet in front of him.
His kiss burned, but just as I opened my mouth to slide my tongue over his, he ended the kiss and lifted his head.
“I’ll be right back,” he murmured.
I tilted my head, watching him go, and enjoyed his sexy ass as he strode to the closet-sized bathroom.
The leather squealed against bare skin as Eli scooted over in the booth, making room for me—but not much. He wanted me to sit right beside him. While I did want to sit because my legs were still trembling, post-orgasm, I wasn’t going to.
Doing that felt weird, especially without Noah around.
I pressed out a polite smile and put a hand on the back of the booth for stability. “I’m good,” I lied.
With Noah gone, the atmosphere in the cabin was awkward.
The fog of sex had lifted, and Patrick and Shannon were too busy making out to pay attention to anyone else. Eli stared up at me expectantly, like he was waiting for me to make small talk. Instead, I swiped a finger under each of my eyes, because I’d been sweating and was worried my makeup had started to run.
When I didn’t say anything, he leaned toward me like he wanted to share a secret. Anxiety made my heart stumble, especially when his voice was playful and hushed. “He said no, but if you need someone to fuck you,” his smile was lopsided, “just give me a few more minutes and I can do it.”
My mouth dropped open.
In my surprise, I hadn’t heard his approach, so when Noah’s warm arm was abruptly around me, I flinched. I turned to him and caught only a glimpse of the anger in his eyes before his mouth crashed down on mine.
He’d obviously overheard what Eli had said, and he hadn’t liked it one bit.
This kiss started like his others, but it quickly morphed into something else. It was intense and demanding, and since I had a hand pressed to his bare chest, I could feel just how fast his heart was beating.
This kiss was a statement. Not just for Eli, but for me. He was staking his claim, making sure everyone knew I was his and he was mine...
God, I fucking loved the idea.
When our kiss ended, I turned my head in my dreamy state and glanced down at Eli, finding his expression frozen in place.
“No, thanks,” I said from the safety of Noah’s embrace, and I weighed my words with all the meaning. “I’m perfectly happy like this.”