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 bemore 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.”
