Well, that's sweet and makes my answer much easier. "Y-yes, Sir."
"Good choice," he praises, and I shit you not, I feel like my insides glow in response to his words.
My knees tremble when the lube cap pops open, and the wet noises behind me make me guess he's fisting himself. I’d like to look, holy shit do I want to see the way his massive hands squeeze the base of his cock and work the cum out. What I wouldn't give to lick the precum from his tip and feel the way his cock gags my throat again.
He doesn't let me. "No peeking. You just fucking lay there and let me use your hot body."
Muttered curses tumble into the blankets beneath me. I should keep my cool, but Jamie makes it almost impossible with his filthy mouth, then hetouchesme. A cool finger slides between my cheeks, and I naturally tense.
Judging by the slick sounds behind me, Jamie hasn't slowed down fucking his fist even while he offers encouraging words. "Push out. I know for a fact Nate fucks your ass frequently, so you should have no problem taking a few fingers, right?"
I—Holy shit. The dirty talk mixed with praise is energizing as fuck.
Shock and sheer pleasure rip all thought from my mind as Jamie slips one finger then two inside of me. He pumps into me like he's on a mission to drive me crazy all the while he moans and pumps his cock just outside of my eyesight.
No matter how much I desire to see his glorious body, I'm trapped. He demanded that I not look, and for once I obey. Listen and feel, that's all I can do.
"Take it," Jamie grunts, and my confusion at his words goes up in flames when he fits a third finger. "That's it. So greedy."
"Fuck! Jamie!" Fisting the sheets, I try to contain the ache in my balls and the pleasure of having my prostate massaged. Craving more and not getting it makes my insides burn and my body twitch incessantly.
Flexing my hips, I aim to hump the sheets like the greedy fucker Jamie said I was, but all noise suddenly stops, and a sharp slap rings down on my right cheek.Yesssss.
"Don't you fucking dare," he growls, knowing where my throbbing dick was headed. "I'm close, then your pleasure will end."
Pleasure?! I'm pretty damn sure this is just torture now.
"Jamie. Fuck. Please let me come. I'm sorry for pushing your buttons. I won't do it ag—AH!"
Just as I'm about to finish my promise of something I'll never be able to follow through on, his fingers disappear, leaving me empty. But that sad feeling is soon swallowed by a firm grip on my balls, and the speed of the sexy sounds he makes increases. The threateningpressure makes me pause, and it's just what Jamie needed to come all over my back.
"Ellis!" he roars, warm liquid dripping down my ass. I swear I feel some of it swirl into my butt dimples as I slump onto the bed in frustration and exhaustion.
I must black out to protect my poor horny body from more torture because I don't realize Jamie grabbed a wet rag until he's wiping me clean and telling me I took my punishment well.
As he dresses and helps me stand, I'm stuck wondering what the fuck just happened and begging Nate to get here ASAP to help me.
Thirty-Eight
VIOLET
Apparently my guilt knows no bounds. I'm shaking like a freaking leaf in Nate's passenger seat. The poor man just continues to hold my thigh and reassure me that leaving our date early is totally okay.
He's not mad or disappointed. When he tells me he's proud of me for being open about my worries, I want to hit him. Not because what he said was bad, but because I feel like I don't deserve his leniency.
"Nate, I bailed on our first date. Right in the middle of it because I couldn't stop thinking about another man. Stop trying to make me feel better."
"Just the fact that you're calling it a first date makes me the happiest man in the world," he retorts, winking at me. Damn him for knowing how to respond to me so well. "Also, I was completely aware of your emotional dilemmas when I asked you out. I'm not dense enough to think you don't need to make amends with Jamie."
"But I should have been thinking about you.Respondingto you, Nate. Instead, I pushed the food around that you bought me and zoned out for half the time."
His response isn't what I expect it to be. "What would Jamie have done if you were on a date with him but you really needed to talk to me? So much so that you were in distress and shaking."
"He—"Shoot. My shoulders slump, accepting defeat. "Jamie would do the same thing you're doing. But I would feel just as bad."
Nate nods and rubs his thumb along the outside of my thigh. "Then it's up to us to show you what a secure relationship between the four of us could be like."
Stunned silent, I move on autopilot as Nate parks the car and holds my hand the entire way up to Jamie's apartment. Outside the door, Nate stops and crowds me.
