Gripping Nate's man bun, I try to take control of his movements.
A slap rings out, then the side of my right ass cheek registers the sting. Taking the hint, I just hold on for the ride and try to push the fact that we're about to fuck in a stranger's living room. At least I hope we're about to fuck.
"Son of a bitch!" I growl. My head falls back, and it takes considerable effort to stay standing as Nate pops off my dick, sucks his finger, and teases my asshole with the naughty digit.
"Mmmm," Nate groans, licking the precum from my swollen tip. The way he takes his time and encourages the creamy drop to spread around his lips makes me pant. "What were you saying?" he taunts, smirking up at me.
Gritting my teeth, I keep myself from saying something sassy. If I do, he'll spank me some more and probably edge me. I fucking hate edging. "Nothing," I force out, trying really damn hard to keep myself in check.
"Good boy," he praises, tongue swiping over his lips. The statement initially makes me cringe because I'm not aboy,but I let it settle in my heart and realize those words make me feel a little lighter. "Now get on your fucking knees and spread those pretty cheeks."
My heart rate spikes; the contrast of the praise and his demands makes my dick jump with excitement. He sees the jolt of my cock and chuckles darkly as he rolls a condom on himself.
The lube came out a while ago. I tried decently hard to convince him it was disrespectful to fuck on someone else's couch. So he suggested he could just bend me over the coffee table and fuck my ass until I couldn't form words to complain.
It's obvious I didn't win that battle, and to be honest, I didn't want to win.
"Face down. Ass up. Now," Nate barks, prowling toward me. Slamming down to my knees, I scramble to grab onto the small table. Before pressing my forehead to the wood, I glance at the back hallway wondering if Jamie heard Nate's demand.
I almost come right on the fucking spot when I catch sight of Jamie leaning against the far wall of the hallway. He's shrouded in shadows, keeping me from soaking in his features, but just knowing he's watching us, holding himself back from joining, almost has me exploding on the spot.
My desire to call out for him, to beg him to shove his fat cock down my throat while Nate uses me, is so fucking strong. So strong I cry out like a newbie when Nate shoves two slippery fingers in my ass.
"Wow," Nate comments with a chuckle. "So needy you can't fucking control yourself. You want Jamie to find us like this, don't you?"
Moaning, I drop my forehead to the table again in ecstasy. If I don't say anything, I know he'll continue talking dirty, whichmight just send me over the edge before he can get his dick in me.
"Jesus, your tight hole is sucking me in. Alright, El, you can have it." I whimper a little when his fingers disappear, but soon he replaces them with the thick head of his cock. "Breathe in," he says softly in my ear, folding his body around me.
"N-Nate, I'm not gonna last," I force out through gritted teeth. Each inch he gives me lights up my nerve endings. Fuck, I can feel myself fluttering around him. The sexual charge in the air excited me so much I'm fucking trembling. Not to mention the hot-as-hell gaze on us. I can practically feel Jamie's desire from here, too.
"So don't," Nate rumbles and ruthlessly pounds into me. "I want to feel you strangle me. You've been doing so well figuring out how to control yourself. Now I want you to let go."
Taking his words as all the permission I need to come, I wrap my hand around my swinging dick and fuck my fist in time with his thrusts.
"So good, Ellis," he rumbles in my ear. Biting my lip, I tilt my head to the side so his beard can continue tickling my neck.
Pressure builds at the base of my spine. I want Jamie with us. To feel his hands on my body or topping Nate. In the throes of my impending orgasm, I look for Jamie. When I glance up, I see him emerging from the hallway. The act of his coming closer, coming into view, sucks the cum from my balls.
BANG!The slam of the front door startles me, except I'm too far gone. Saliva gets lodged in my throat as I unload all over my fucking hand. Nate pulses right as he tenses in response to the high-pitched scream that worries the shit out of me. I can't move because Nate has me pinned and is literally coming in my ass as I register that Violet just walked in on us.
I’m so damn thankful it's just our woman who walked in. I relax for a moment and wipe my hands on the blanket besideme. When Jamie runs and Violet shouts at us to get out, I extract myself from Nate so I can help calm her down.
This can't be good for her recovery, although I am proud of her when she tries to whack Jamie with an umbrella. Her eyes are wild as she screams, and it would be hot as fuck if she didn't look so terrified in the low light from the kitchen.
"Violet, stop!" Jamie removes the weapon from her grasp easily, just as I get close to them. Thank fuck because my sensitive bare dick doesn't need a beating.
Everything is happening so fast, I barely get my arms around her before she flings her healing body at Jamie. "Enough, Bubbles," I try to soothe, needing her to calm down so she doesn't hurt herself more than she already is.
Nate flips a lamp on, making me scowl because it took him way too fucking long to do it. If she hurt herself...
"Get off me," Violet hisses, tone tense and threatening.
I do as she asks because that's the least she deserves. Plus, I'd rather she not see me naked right now. We need to have a conversation before she watches my dick bob for her.
Glancing at Nate at just the right moment, I catch the boxers flying at my face. Quickly, I pull them on and face Violet, who looks incredibly alarmed and uncertain. The way her thighs rub together gives me hope. At least she thinks we're still sexy, right?
Jamie moves toward her, jealousy flaring inside me when she doesn't back away from him. "What are you doing here, Sweets?" he asks, sounding cautious and a little more than protective.Of us?
