"Someday, you needy girl, I'm going to fill this ass so full I'll be dripping out of you for hours."
His words really do make me see stars as I go crashing through time and space. I want his fingers in my pussy as I clench around nothing over and over again. His tongue would feel so good slipping through my folds and around my clit. I wouldn't even care if it felt like too much because I'd have more of him.
More. More. More.
I just need more. More of Nate. More of them. Jamie brought me to the edge, and Nate sent me crashing into an orgasm so hot it stole my scream from my lungs. Ellis carries me back to earth with his grin and relaxed composure against the wall. He blocks us from the rest of the arcade all the while holding his phone up to his ear.
"Yeah, man. We got her. Damn is she beautiful when she lets go." Ellis nods while I try my best to comprehend what he's saying. "Yeah. Turn it off. We need her to get points so we can get some candy at the ticket shop. Yep. See you soon."
His phone comes down just as I'm beginning to relax my muscles. I miss the heaviness of Nate's hand on my pussy and the reminder of Jamie there too, but Ellis makes it easy to shift back into date mode.
"Alright, pretty lady." Ellis gently pulls me from Nate's raging hard on and tucks me in front of him instead. "Think you can get a few more in the fifty slot so I can get you a bag of candy with our tickets?"
I don't promise anything, but I do grind on him with each ball I throw. These positions give me some reallygood ideas on how to test myself and this new budding relationship.
It's much different from what we used to be, but I didn't give us a chance back then. This time, I plan to give Nate and Ellis my all, and that includes sharing Jamie. This dynamic is like offering the ultimate trust. It's us acknowledging the love we can have for one another while believing we're loved equally.
Am I too damaged, too deflated and detached from the girl I used to be to actually believe I could be loved the way they love Jamie and each other? Or am I too messed up to see myself the way I hope they see me?
Jamie, Nate, and Ellis keep saying it's up to them to show me this can work. That they all have feelings for me.
I haven't said anything, but they're wrong.
They can't convince me if I'm not ready to be convinced. I love Jamie, and Iknowhe loves me too. But I'm just not sure I'm in the right headspace for this level of commitment and trust. I don't remember the last time I trusted myself in any way.
I'm a mess. A mess I'm trying to sort out and love.
But how does someone who doesn't love themselves, allow three others to and actually believe their words? Time might help, but I know for a fact that if I go on this trip with questions, I'll fuck everything up like I always do.
So while Nate gave me the reassurance that he wants me, I need to know if I'll feel like I'll always be competing with the others.
Maybe I should call my mom again. How the helldoes someone loveoneperson and feel confident in their relationship, let alone one from a why choose novel?
This sucks.
I suck.
Anxiety sucks.
Sex is good, though. Sex is the answer. If I run away puking, angry, or crying, I'll have my answer.
Let's hope the only things burning my throat on Valentine's Day are thick cocks and shrill screams of pleasure.
Forty-Five
NATE
Valentine’s Day always has a sexy feel, but the charged energy in our living room is off the charts. I wasn't surprised when Violet requested we all just stay in tonight instead of going out for the holiday. Whatdidshock me was when she asked if she and Jamie could come see our home and hang out.
Jamie's been keeping an eye on her way more than usual, and Violet hasn't stopped stealing glances at us. I swear I've been holding my breath since they stepped through our front door an hour ago with pizza and wine.
Ellis feels it too. Whatever Jamie and V have planned, they aren't being discreet in their nerves. All I can do is sit back and let them do their thing. Am I hoping this turns into a sleepover? You bet your fucking ass. I'd even settle for a family cuddle and a few kisses.
But, and this is just a guess, I'm almost a million percent positive Violet's panties aredrenched.She hasn'tstopped fidgeting since we sat down to watch a movie, and nobody's even touching her.
This is the easiest edging I've ever done, but I'm not one hundred percent sure if this could be considered edging. Nobody's actually paying attention to the movie, that's for sure. Especially me, because all I want is to feel her tiny hand wrap around my rigid cock and ask me if she's doing it right.
Or I'm a fucking asshole for reading into our tense Valentine's night.
