“I’m going to give you a choice, okay?” Her eyes flash to mine, but she doesn’t stop sucking his cock. “Would you rather sit on Coach’s face and have him eat that pretty cunt, or would you rather sit on his cock while you watch him eat mine?”
The word is garbled and muffled but unmistakable: “Cock.”
I tug on her ponytail, taking her away from Hudson. “Stand up, angel.” Ellie’s panting when she looks at me with blown eyes and flushed skin, rising on trembling legs. I nod toward Hudson. “Lay all the way back, Coach.”
He complies, and I crawl onto the bed, positioning myself behind Hudson and lifting his head so it rests on my lap. I nod toward Ellie, and she timidly climbs onto the mattress, watching me for permission or direction, I’m not entirely sure.
“Go ahead and straddle him, Ells. He wants it, don’t you, Coach?”
I cradle Hudson’s head as he nods rapidly, staring after Ellie. She plants her hands in the center of his chest, eyes locked on mine as she swings a leg over his hips.
“Good girl. I’m going to let him watch you put his cock inside you for the first time, and then I’m going to smother his face while you put on a show just for me.”
“OhmyGod,” she says on a rapid exhale.
Lifting on her knees, she reaches between her legs and swipes his cock through her slit before notching it at her entrance. My breath catches as I watch her slowly sink down, her head falling back as her perfect lips part with the moan crawling from her throat.
Hudson’s pulse pounds beneath my palm, his eyes entranced and fixated on where his body enters Ellie’s, like she’s the embodiment of a dream come true. My core floods with need, and I almost swear I can feel them both. I canfeelhim inside her. I canfeelher welcoming him.
A raw, deep ache emanates inside me when I watch them join together. It’s beautiful and erotic, and I am consumed with need.
Dropping my face over Hudson’s, I find his eyes blazing when they meet mine, and he lifts an arm to cup the back of my head, pulling my mouth this his. He kisses me with ferocity, and I swallow the whimper Ellie pulls from him when she seats herself fully.
“This is heaven, Nat,” he groans into my mouth. “Only made better if you ride my face, kitten. Let me have it, please.”
I sink my teeth into his bottom lip. “I fucking love it when you beg.”
I scoot back, placing his head on the mattress before rising onto my knees. Facing Ellie, I swing my leg over Hudson’s face and let him grab my hips, navigating me to where he needs. With a fierce tug, he lowers me to his mouth. My entire body jerks as his tongue makes an immediate slide inside me, sending a rushof sensation from my toes to my fingertips, forcing my entire body to go taut.
Ellie’s staring after me with lust-blown eyes, panting rapidly as she bounces up and down, chasing her own pleasure. Hudson’s abdominals tighten with every movement Ellie makes, and moans of his own vibrate against my clit, a euphoric chain reaction between all three of us.
Hudson’s tongue glides through my slit before he takes my clit into his mouth with a languid rhythm of nipping and sucking and flicking that has my body rising toward stars. Desperate for something to anchor me to this moment—to both of them—I grab Ellie’s face.
She braces her weight on her hands at the center of Hudson’s chest, leaning forward. I meet her half way, brushing her lips with my own. She kisses me deeper, and I feel the movement of her body through Hudson’s, the way he’s holding mine. The three of us connect in a way I didn’t know was possible before this moment, deep and all-consuming.
When Ellie murmurs against my mouth, “I love this, Nat”—enunciating the words with each heavy exhale, in time with the movement of her body—“This is everything” —kissing me hard—“You’re everything. I love you”—I know for certain I’m ruined.
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.
