I shut her up by kissing her again, harder than before. I rise from my knees, pushing her back onto her mattress as I crawl over her, blanketing her with my body. Running my hands down her neck and over her curves, I relish the way they feel beneath my palms—better than I dreamed. Her touch is hesitant, but she lightly cups my ass through my jeans, and I moan in approval—permission for her to grab me harder. Her other hand slides down my spine, gripping my waist with much more conviction. I grind over her, swallowing the soft moans she lets out into my mouth.
Kissing her is everything I didn’t know I needed and nothing like I’d imagined it’d be. She’s fierce like this—open and inviting anddesperatefor me. Heat coils in the pit of my belly, and it feels like every inch of my skin is on fire.
“God, Ells… I need?—”
A door slams inside the house. Ellie gasps, squirming beneath me, lifting her head toward the open door to her bedroom, but I remain straddling her, pinning her arms above her head.
“Stop,” I hiss. “It’s okay.” She begins to settle, but not much, so I slide my palm around her neck and squeeze. She freezes, gaze locking on mine. “Do you trust me?”
She inhales, licking her swollen lips, and I’m so wet, my panties are no doubt ruined.
“Yes.” Ellie nods.
“Then don’t stop,” I whisper, lowering my mouth to hers again. I kiss her once before dragging my lips along her jaw. “Can I keep kissing you like this?” I press my lips behind her ear, and she shivers. I catalog it to remember later.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “But Hudson…”
“I know. I said it would be okay.”
Removing my hand from her neck, I feel her nod as my lips move to the hollow of her throat, nipping lightly. She bucks her hips against mine, and I’m fucking drenched, desperate to know how wet she is too.
Her pulse is a wild, chaotic drum against my mouth as Hudson’s footsteps grow louder, closer. “Ellie?” he calls. “You home, darlin’?”
I sit up, grasping the hem of my tee and pulling it over my head, turning just in time to see Hudson appear in the doorway. It takes him a second to realize the scene he’s stumbled upon, but his eyes blow wide, mouth dropping open, and that delicious fucking blush accents his stubbled cheeks. I toss my shirt behind me, watching it arch across the room and land at his feet.
“Hi, Coach.” I smile.
He doesn’t respond, his eyes fixed on Ellie as he tries to make sense of the situation.
I turn back to her and slowly slide down her body. “I want to taste you, Ellie,” I say softly, lowering to the floor. “I want to eat your pussy. Are you okay with that?”
She lifts onto her elbows, eyes flashing between Hudson and me, a war of lust and need and hesitation within them. “I… Yes.”
“I want Hudson to watch, don’t you?” I tilt my head, smiling. “I wonder how jealous he’d be, seeing me between these pretty legs.” I press against her inner knees, spreading her open. “Don’t you want to see the look on his face while he watches you come all over mine? He’d be envious, I’m sure. I know he’s been dreaming about your cunt as much as I have.”
Ellie sucks in a sharp breath, and she flushes the prettiest shade of pink.
I glance back at Hudson, asking innocently, “Right, Coach?”
He swallows, eyes meeting mine briefly, and while his face is stern, I can see the smoldering lust behind his expression. I canalso see the way his hard cock is tenting his joggers. He turns his gaze on Ellie, and it softens. “I don’t want anything you’re not comfortable with. I’ll walk away right now if that’s what you’d like.”
She immediately shakes her head, the most eager response she’s offered thus far. Heat surges inside me at the sight, and I’m biting my lip to hide my smile.
I point to the chair in the corner of Ellie’s room, not bothering to look at Hudson as I command, “Take a seat, Hudson.”
I hear his footsteps, the creak of the chair as he sits, but I’m busy peeling Ellie’s leggings off her plump, luscious thighs, taking her underwear with them. She’s splayed out in front of me like a fucking dessert, her glistening pussy wet and primed.
She’s still wearing her t-shirt, but I won’t strip her completely bare. Not yet. I’ll ease her into this. Plus, the sight of her nipples poking through the thin, white fabric is erotic enough. She’s a fucking vision.
“Hudson won’t touch you,” I promise her. “Not unless you tell him to. He’s a good boy. He follows directions.” I glance back at him, grinning. “Aren’t you, Coach?”
He grunts in response.
“Say it,” I press.
“I’m a good boy.” His tone is rough and menacing and screamsI’m going to punish you later. Exactly what I wanted.
“He won’t touch himself either,” I whisper, gliding my palm up her legs, feeling her tremble at the touch. “Not unless we tell him to, but I think we should test his limits.” I brush my lips along Ellie’s leg, watching her eyes grow heavy and half-lidded. She’s already swimming in pleasure—in need. “I think we should see just how hot and bothered we can make him. I think, if you come pretty enough for me, we can make him come in his pants. Should we try?”
