Chapter 10
CHAPTER TEN
NATALIA
I may actually be sporting a fever with the sheer abundance of heat coursing through my veins right now.
I knew this risky behavior would set Hudson off, but typically, the man likes to punish with pleasure.
I push his buttons—drive him to the brink—but I’m only ever rewarded with never-ending streams of ecstasy.
He’s never left me on edge like this, especially considering I told him outright I didn’t come yet.
Maybe bringing Ellie back here when I knew Hudson had another coach with him was too much, but by the way he spoke of his relationship with Garrett, he seems to be a trusted friend.
Plus, with Garrett Anders’ reputation, I highly doubt this is anything new.
Ellie was against the idea initially, but by the time I was unclothed in Hudson’s office and standing in front of her, she’d forgotten what she was concerned about and immediately fell to her knees for me.
Now, I’m the one on the ground for her.
Hudson watches me through smoldering blue eyes as he spins Ellie, her back to his chest. Her cheeks are flushed, and my pussy still glistens on her parted lips. Her breathing is rapid, hair falling into her face as she drops her head to look at me.
“Crawl to us, Natalia,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for protest.
He’s been rough with me before. Sometimes, I think that’s why he’s such a good partner for me. He knows how to balance that line between control and submission with precision, offering me exactly what I need when I need it.
Ellie is submissive to both of us all the time, and I think Hudson and I need that too. Without her, we’d eventually lose our balance in dominance, and we’d implode. Ellie keeps us steady and stable.
The brash rumble in Hudson’s voice, the flame in his eyes—they’re stronger now than I’ve seen before. This isn’t merely me giving up control momentarily because it’s what I need. It feels more like I’ve lost the privilege of a mere illusion of control he’s lent me.
It is outrageously fucking hot.
I fall forward, bracing my weight on my knees and hands as I begin to move across the floor. I glide my body the length of his office until I stop at Ellie’s feet. I drag my gaze up the length of her exposed body, taking in the contrast of Hudson fully clothed behind her—utterly erotic.
“Take off her panties, Natalia.”
The brush of my full name rakes up my spine, spreading goosebumps across my flesh. He rarely draws out each syllable, preferring to call me Nat or kitten instead. It’s arousing in a rugged way. I’m equally enticed and alarmed by it, anticipating what punishment he’ll unleash on me.
Sitting up on my knees, I reach toward the hem of Ellie’s underwear at her hip, but Hudson tsks before I can grab it. I glance up, and he shakes his head. “With your mouth.”
Ellie’s breath hitches, and her eyes drag sideways, catching his face. He buries it in her neck, the sound of him licking and nipping at her skin audible in the otherwise quiet room.
Yielding to the urge to offer her the same sensation, I bring my lips to her lower thigh. I kiss her gently before repeating the gesture an inch higher, moving upward. I curve my mouth over the swell of her hips, my tongue peeking out to taste her.
When I reach the fabric of her underwear, I slide my mouth to her front, where it bands just below her belly.
I raise my eyes to hers, finding them burning through me.
I press another light kiss to the soft skin of her stomach, knowing it’s a piece of her she doesn’t always love, but I try to love it for her on the days she can’t.
I move my mouth back to her panties, taking them between my teeth. I drag them down with my mouth, gripping the back to assist myself in pulling them down. I lower them to her knees before removing my mouth and allowing them to drop to the floor.
“Good girl,” Hudson growls, and a wave of praise cascades over me.
I sit back on my knees, and Hudson steps away from Ellie’s side, popping the button on his jeans before he shoves them down his legs, stepping out of them as he slips off his hoodie.
Standing before the both of us in only his own underwear, he pulls his desk chair out, spinning it to face him before he takes a seat.
“Angel,” he rasps, addressing Ellie, “I want you to sit on my cock, back turned to me.”
She nods, first bending over to peel off Hudson’s underwear. Her plump, luscious fucking ass is right in my face, her pretty wet pussy peeking out between her thick thighs. My mouth waters.
She turns around, standing straight before her eyes flash to mine. She swallows, a beautiful shade of pink flushing over her entire body, and I wonder if she’s as hot as I am right now.
As Ellie lowers herself on Hudson’s lap, he abruptly grabs her hips and holds her in place. “Natalia, help her put me inside her, will you?”
Fuck. I’m fairly certain I’m leaving a snail trail behind me as I crawl across the floor.
Reaching them, I lift my arm beneath Ellie’s spread legs and grasp Hudson’s cock.
I squeeze a little harder than necessary, causing him to hiss—it’s what he deserves for teasing me like this.
I hold his cock upright as he begins to lower Ellie once again.
I part her slit with his head, swiping him through her wetness, making them whimper when his cock nudges her clit.
I’m biting my lip so hard, I fear it may bleed, my entire body trembling as I notch him at her entrance, savoring the sound of her inhale as he stretches her open and she takes him deep.
I’m transfixed by the view of Hudson entering her, the way she wraps around him in a flawless fit.
Two pieces of something meant to be together.
When she’s seated fully, I’m forced to remove my hand, suddenly feeling disconnected, and a defeated whimper escapes me too. I lift my eyes in time to watch Ellie’s eyes fall closed, her head dropping back against Hudson’s shoulder as she rotates her hips over him.
His eyes pierce me, studying my reaction to their connection.
“Eat her pussy, Natalia. Taste us together.”
I nod rapidly—partially because I’m hoping my submission will lead to my own well-earned satisfaction, but also because I have a never-ending, unquenchable thirst for both of their bodies, and watching them join like this is a sensation I’m desperate to experience.
I move between their legs, studying the way Hudson lifts his hips to move in and out of Ellie while she simultaneously writhes on top of him, creating a wild kind of friction.
I place my palms on Hudson’s thighs, stretching my fingers upward so they make contact with Ellie’s legs each time he moves up into her. Sticking out my tongue, wide and flat, I stay in place, allowing their movement to ride over it.
First, his cock drops down, offering me access to his length. As he slides up, I make contact with Ellie’s opening, a brief and fleeting and transcendent moment where I can taste both of them at once. I can feel their connection on my own tongue.
Heat coils deep inside me before expanding with a warmth that spreads to every inch of my skin.
Ellie’s clit scrapes across my tongue, and I flick it hard before Hudson raises his hips again and the cycle restarts. Ellie moans at each contact I make with her swollen bud, and I moan every time they’re both melting in my mouth.
Hudson gradually picks up his pace, his grunts mingling with Ellie’s cries until they reach a high-pitched crescendo that has him punching his hips in a carnal rhythm.
My core pulsates; I know how mindless they both are right now, focused on nothing more than chasing the pleasure just within their grasp.
I throb at the idea that I’m heightening it for them, making it better, making myself essential to their impending release.
“Going to…” Hudson pants, “come.”
Ellie lets out some garbled mixture of unintelligible words, her body trembling uncontrollably as she circles her hips over Hudson. I grab her thighs, no longer allowing her to move as I fix my mouth over her clit and take it between my lips, sucking hard.
Hudson continues thrusting into her, and it doesn’t take long for them both to chant muttered praises—to myself, to each other, to God—before Ellie’s pussy is fluttering under my tongue, her pulse hammering from her core into my mouth.
Hudson stills, his broad, hard body shaking as a drawn out groan cascades throughout the room and crashes over my skin like waves.
He fills Ellie so entirely, his release is dripping out of her and down his base while they’re still joined.
I dip my tongue to taste that too. The heady flavor of his cum mixes with the sweetness of hers, and suddenly, that pulsing need at my center bursts, white light flashing behind my eyes.
I feel someone’s hand at the back of my head, keeping me between their legs, my moans vibrating over their bodies while their pleasure coats my face.
I thrust over nothing, bucking my hips against the floor like I’m in heat.
A climax I had no idea could be possible touches my skin like a blazing kiss, heating and cooling my flesh as I float back into myself.
That pressure behind my head lifts, and I fall back onto my knees, gasping for air.
My hand flies between my legs, a finger dancing through my slit to feel the evidence that I did, in fact, reach orgasm without even being touched.
Wetness glistens on that finger as I raise it to my face, studying it.
I lift my eyes to find my partners watching me raptly, both sated and hazed.
“Did you do it on purpose, Nat?” Hudson asks, chest still heaving. Ellie wiggles, but he wraps his strong arms around her waist and holds her there, not speaking again until she relaxes. “Did you want to get caught by Garrett? Have some kind of hockey fantasy you wanted played out?”
I don’t know how to respond. I was being playful for Hudson—or at least, that’s what I told myself.
I thought this was something he would enjoy.
While his face is all set in hard lines and sharp angles, there is a passion in his gaze that makes me think he did enjoy it.
I think he gets off on his friend knowing Hudson comes home to two attractive, younger, forbidden women every day, having a far better sex life than anything Garrett is going to find in the arms of strangers and fans.
Yet, I think there may be some more primitive part of me that wanted it for myself, and not because it’s Garrett Anders.
I don’t give a fuck about his success or his money or his status.
I’ve always been explorative in the bedroom—with partners and with kinks.
I never want to think—subconsciously or otherwise—that I could be unfulfilled by Hudson and Ellie, because the two of them should be more than enough.
Emotionally, they are. I’ve never felt more deeply about anyone before, I’ve never felt safer or more seen or loved.
But physically…sometimes, I wonder if I wouldn’t mind exploring more.
The deep set of Hudson’s brow and the tilt of his head makes me question if he can read the very thoughts running through my head, and his blue eyes make me wonder if he’s questioning whether he’s enough for me, which breaks my heart.
I just had one of the most transcendent climaxes of my entire life, I tried something completely new.
This should be more than enough for me. I should be fulfilled in every meaning of the word.
The fact that I’m not, that I do think I was chasing something more when I invited the idea of Hudson’s friend seeing us, makes me think I’m the one who’s broken. Who isn’t enough.
Yet, I don’t know how to voice that, so all I can respond with is, “Can we go home?”
Disappointment washes over Hudson’s face, and Ellie looks between us with her own expression of concern. I hate that I can’t give either of them the reassurance they’re looking for.
Hudson nods softly, releasing his grip on Ellie to allow her to lift off him.
We redress in silence and leave together after Hudson locks up his office and shuts off the lights.
I hold Ellie’s hand as we walk back to their townhouse from campus.
I spend almost every night here, and sometimes, I question why I don’t just live here full time, but nights like tonight make me realize why.
I’m not sure I’m actually part of this dynamic—this relationship. I don’t know if I’m merely just an accessory to something deeper, if my never-ending need for more can ever be satisfied, and if that’s the reason why.
The tension between us lessens as the night goes on. Hudson makes us dinner, and we laugh together at the dining room table as we eat. I fall asleep hours later between the two of them, but that trepidation in the pit of my stomach never quite disappears.