Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
ELLIE
“God, I love you.” Natalia exhales the words on my lips, and I’d take a needle to the flesh right now if it meant I could tattoo them there and keep them forever.
It’s not the first time she’s said that to me, but I know it means something different now.
As if responding himself, Hudson’s cock throbs inside me, and my body answers back, tightening around him as I lift my hips and slam down again.
I knew his size would be menacing—one look at him was more than enough to tell me he was packing.
Still, no amount of awareness could’ve prepared me for what the feel of being stretched by him, having him so deep and being so full, would truly be like.
My body aches with need, a deep, primal well of pleasure rising inside me, and as I continue rocking my hips over him, I know I’m going to reach the point of overflowing soon.
I drop down on Hudson’s cock, tightening my thighs. He pulses, vibrating with a full-body groan, muffled by the sound of his mouth being lost in Natalia’s pussy. Like a chain reaction, her hips buck against his face, and she moans into my mouth, bringing us full circle.
The sound of her pleasure mingles with the way she bites down on my lower lip and brushes her thumb over my nipple.
My body is hypersensitive to the sensation of Hudson beneath me—inside me—and Natalia’s touch cascading over my skin.
It’s sudden and unexpected when my release barrels through me, climax rushing through my blazing veins.
Breath stalls inside my lungs as my body suspends somewhere between the stars and reality, a brief moment of expanded and infinite elation. Sound and sight cease, and the only sense that remains is touch—feeling.
Awareness returns slowly, and the first realization to settle is the taste of Natalia’s warm breath panting into my open mouth.
She cries out, and I swallow it, grabbing her face and kissing her roughly.
She’s trembling, body slack and sated—I know my climax must’ve triggered hers too, and she followed me into those depths of passion only a second later.
Still moving atop Hudson, I hold her tightly, dragging my mouth across every inch of skin made available to me, her cheeks and jaw and neck and shoulders, coaxing her through the intensity of her orgasm.
“Taste…so good.” I can just make out Hudson’s low tone, and my gaze snaps down to find him entirely smothered by Natalia’s body as she grinds on his face, chasing every last drop of pleasure she can find.
I raise my eyes to Nat’s to find hers are closed, head thrown back and lips parted as if she’s still floating down to Earth. “I need to taste you too,” I whisper, the sentence flying from my lips so eagerly, I’m not even sure I intended to say it aloud.
I’m desperate to be offering her satisfaction so intense.
Her eyes snap open, blown pupils taking up the entirety of her deep, dark eyes. She blinks heavily, and I’m unsure if she even heard me. Her head drops suddenly, and I follow it, watching as Hudson grips her thighs with his strong, rough hands and lifts her off his face.
“You want to eat my kitten’s pussy, angel?”
His gaze is a blazing sapphire as it meets mine through Natalia’s parted thighs. I nod rapidly. Hudson gently maneuvers Natalia off him and says, “Lean back on the pillows, Nat. I’m in charge now.”
She smiles, slipping her bottom lip between her teeth before she kisses me one more time. “Yes, Coach.”
I climb off Hudson, sighing when his cock leaves me entirely and I’m left feeling empty. I sit back on my knees at the end of the bed as Nat props herself on the pillows and spreads her legs. Her pussy is plump and wet and pink—glistening with arousal that makes my mouth water.
I’m so fixated on it, enraptured by the long fingers and red-painted nails that tease me as they spread her lips, the giggle that escapes her when we both realize I’m licking mine—I don’t realize Hudson is beside me until his hands dance along my skin, pulling my hair behind my shoulder and brushing it down my back.
“She has a pretty little cunt, doesn’t she? Tastes good too.”
My breath hitches at the low rasp in his tone, and I whip sideways to meet his gaze.
His cheeks are tinged red, his lips and beard still wet with Natalia’s climax.
His eyes soften as he takes me in, his touch tender and calm despite the raging lust that seems to be permeating the air.
“Are you okay with this, Ellie? Me being in control now?” I nod.
“I might get a little rough. Are you open to that?”
“Yes.” I nod harder, my core clenching at the thought.
“Yes, what?”
I swallow. “Yes, Daddy.”
He chuckles before sliding a hand up my spine and knotting his fingers in the hair at my nape.
“Good girl.” He moves so quickly, I hardly register him stepping off the bed and moving behind me, or the way he abruptly throws my body downward on the mattress until my face is level with Nat’s parted thighs.
“Now, get to work, angel. You don’t come until she does. ”
With a hand on the back of my head, he urges my mouth between Nat’s legs, and I don’t think twice before swiping my tongue up the length of her slit. I’m not exactly sure what to do or what to expect. I’ve never been with a woman before—never thought about it, really.
I’ve always had a rapt appreciation for the female form, been drawn to women’s bodies and minds. I never thought that made me…bisexual? Hell, I don’t even know if I am, or if it’s just Nat making me feel this way.
I shove those thoughts away to dissect later, because in this moment, with her wet and waiting pussy in my face, I don’t have the option to overthink. I don’t know what I’m doing, and I’m terrified I’m going to completely fuck this up, but I move on instinct.
“It’s okay,” Nat coos, likely feeling my tension and hesitation. She gently reaches down, placing her palm on the crown of my head. “You can play with me, Ellie. I’ll help guide you.”
I’m reminded that I know her body like I know my own, so I think about what brings me pleasure and how I can give it back to Nat. I flick her clit again, and her body jolts, bringing her even closer to me as she loudly moans.
Before I have the chance to savor the sweet, sultry taste of her, Hudson drives his cock back inside me, thrusting to the hilt. Warmth floods my core, and that same warmth melts on my tongue as Nat spreads her legs wider.
Hudson starts out slow, and I imagine it’s because he knows I need a moment not only to adjust to his fullness and allow myself to stretch around him once again, but because I’m dedicating focus to Natalia right now.
I need to explore her, need to know what she likes—pace and pressure and rhythm.
I need to show her she belongs to me every bit as much as she belongs to him, and I need to do that by acquainting myself with every inch of her heat and flesh.
I drag my tongue down to her center, prodding it inside her until she clenches.
She’s soft and warm and so wet, it’s nearly flooding my mouth.
I swallow it, cataloging the way she moans and writhes as I lap at her, circling her entrance, savoring the tightening of her walls as they close in around me.
Check. She likes that.
I move back to her clit and experiment there. I flick over it, suck her bud between my teeth, flatten my tongue and move in circles.
As I discover what works best for her—a rhythmic mix of languid strokes, sucking on her clit, and nipping it with my teeth just hard enough to set her on edge—I set a steady pace that increases as Hudson begins fucking me harder.
He slams into me with his own rough tempo, reaching deeper than I’ve ever known.
It’s as if he’s fucking me into Nat, recreating that chain reaction of crescendoing cries of pleasure.
“You’re doing so well, angel,” Nat rasps after Hudson groans deeply, his cock pulsing inside me. “You’re making both of us feel so good. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
My body clenches at her words, and she begins to tremble as the moan I let out vibrates against her pussy.
“Keep praising her like that, kitten,” Hudson demands. “She gets real tight when you tell her how good she is.”
I lift my eyes to find Nat’s shining down at me as I continue working at her clit. She brushes the loose hair from my face, smiling. “You eat pussy like a champ, baby. You’re gonna make me come all over you.”
She urges me on, and I bite down on her, causing Nat to hiss before I soothe the sting.
“Fuck, Ellie,” Hudson pants. “You’re so tight.
This cunt is a fucking dream come true. Do you hear how wet you are?
” I focus on the sound of our skin joining, the wet slap of my arousal as he pounds into me with abandon.
“Your perfect body was made for this, angel. Made to take my cock so perfectly, made to feast on Nat’s sweet pussy. You belong to us, don’t you?”
My breath catches, a band inside me tightening, that well of pleasure reaching the point of breaking.
I suck Nat’s clit into my mouth harder than before, hollowing my cheeks and forcing every last drop of pressure I can on her bud while I plunge two fingers deep inside her until I feel her curve.
I press the pads of my fingers against her G-Spot and apply just the right amount of pressure that, mixed the force of my mouth, causes her to rupture.
I can tell by the sound of her cry that it took her by surprise, and as her release floods my fingers with enough force to remove them from her body, I slide my mouth down to her center and allow her to flood my mouth too.
She drenches me with her climax, coating my lips and mouth so thoroughly, it’s dripping off my chin and onto the mattress below.
The taste of her, the sight of her wet and swollen and so ravished, meets the rough, hard thrust of Hudson inside me, sending me barreling into the white hot light that explodes behind my eyes.
It sends me ricocheting off the walls of reality as that pleasure—deeper and more primal than before—washes over me again.
“Fuck.” His voice calls me back from space, and I realize how achingly empty I’ve become just a moment before a hot spurt of liquid lands at the base of my spine, spreading over my ass, and Hudson’s body folds over mine.
The room descends into silence only challenged by the sound of our heavy breath.
I lift up from between Nat’s legs and look at her.
She’s sated and spent, watching weakly as Hudson’s lips land on my neck.
I turn to face him, and he smiles at me with the same hazed eyes Natalia is wearing before his lips land on mine—slow and languid.
I hear a shuffling, and by the time I pull away, Natalia has joined us. We take our time swapping kisses and tasting each of us on the others’ mouths.
“Are you okay?” Hudson asks me quietly, cupping my face with a rough and tender hand.
“Yes.” I nod. “I’m amazing.”
“Yes, you are,” Natalia answers before kissing me again.
Hudson laughs before stepping off the bed and walking toward his bathroom, Natalia and I both unashamedly staring at his ass. A moment later, he returns with a pair of underwear on and a wet washcloth in hand, taking his time as cleans Nat before wiping his own climax off my back.
“I do have a meeting in about thirty minutes, and I have early ice time today.” Hudson tosses the cloth in a hamper by the door before disappearing into his closet.
I respect his ability to be walking around right now, because I still feel like JELL-O, and it’s all I can do to cuddle up beneath his comforter beside Natalia, letting her rub my back as I fight the urge to fall asleep.
“But you two feel free to rest here as long as you want,” he says a moment later when he returns in a pair of dark jeans and a black Westgate U hoodie.
Leaning over, he plants a quick kiss on both of us before heading toward his bedroom door. “I’ll see you both at the rink later.”
“If your fucking players try encroaching on my ice time again, I’ll slit their throats with my blades, Coach,” Nat calls out.
“I don’t doubt it, kitten. I’ve warned them!” he responds, voice fading as his footsteps echo down the staircase.
I turn to Nat, sighing contently. “You don’t have class until ten-thirty, right?”
She nods, continuing her caress on my shoulder.
“I have a lecture at noon, but maybe I’ll leave with you and work in the library until it starts.”
“I have a break between one and two-thirty. Why don’t I meet you outside your lecture when it’s over and take you to lunch?”
“Okay,” I say. “But…are we going to lunch like we always do? As friends? Or…”
She cocks her head. “As girlfriends?”
I nod bashfully.
Nat laughs. “Do you want to call me your girlfriend, Ellie?”
I lick my lips, hesitating before choosing honesty. She makes me brave. “As long as I’m the only one.”
“What about Hudson?”
I frown. “You know what I mean. We can’t be public with him anyway, and you don’t think he’d care if we were public with each other…right?”
“No, Ells. I don’t think he’d care. In fact, I think we could drive him crazy with the teasing, and it’ll make him want to fuck us even harder here at home.” She chuckles again, grabbing my hand and brushing her lips over my knuckles. “I’d love to be your girlfriend.”
I cup her face, brushing a thumb over her cheek. “Have you always felt this way about me?”
“You struck me breathless the moment I met you, Ellie. Your beauty is beyond comprehension, but I also thought you were straight, so I didn’t think about you romantically.
I knew within a few weeks of us meeting that you’d be my best friend, someone special.
I’ve always been drawn to your soft fierceness, the way you love so powerfully, the same kind of conviction and dedication I have but in a more patient, kinder form.
It’s made me incredibly protective of you.
I’ve always known you’d be more to me than anyone else I’d ever meet, but I had no idea it could be like this. I had no idea we could be like this.”
“Me either,” I breathe. “It’s like I lived inside a box of who I thought I ought to be, and kissing you, it opened an entire sky above my head, unlocked a new shade of gold in the sun. I can be something different now—something real.”
Nat nods; she understands it too. “We can be so real, Ells.”
“So I am, then? Your only girlfriend.”
“You’re my only girlfriend, angel.”
I can’t fight the tilt of my lips, the blossoming smile she causes to erupt on my cheeks.
She softly kisses the tip of my nose. “Shower with me?”
“You don’t even need to ask.”
Nat laughs, lifting out of bed before tugging on my hand and pulling me with her.