For some reason, his encouragement and the soft way he's speaking to me while Nate's cock is throbbing inside of me, brings tears to my eyes.
"Baby?" Nate whispers, lifting a hand to cradle my cheek. "What's wrong?"
Sniffling, I study him and run my fingers through his beard. "Nothing. Can I...Can I have a quick hug?" I sound ridiculous, but the vulnerability stealing my breath is making me feel odd.
"Come here," he murmurs, pulling me into his chest without hesitation. Our hips don't move for a minute while he cradlesthe back of my head and I burrow into his shoulder. He's all-encompassing as he holds me, sometimes kissing my shoulder and nuzzling against me.
Wiggling on my knees to get more comfortable does nothing to relax me. My walls clench and tug on his dick, forcing a gasp out of me. I do it again, unable to help myself. Still I stay cuddled on his chest, but my hips pick up their pace.
"Mmm, baby. You feel so good," he moans in my ear, immediately making me one degree too hot. Pushing away, I grab the back of his neck and pull his mouth to my chest once again. I want his mouth on my nipplesnow.
I grind at a pace I like and keep his face against my bouncing tits, telling him when to suck or bite a little harder. Knowing exactly what I need, I tuck my right hand between us to rub my clit, automatically making my toes curl and my head fling back in pleasure.
The wet sounds of our bodies coming together combined with Ellis’ groan of pleasure send me over the edge. Nate bucks and curses, but his hands stay gentle on me as I fuck the cum right out of his tense body. We're a glorious mess of erotic sounds and sheer bliss.
As I come down, I enjoy the way Nate and I resume our snuggles. We're sweaty and panting, but it makes it so much better. Jamie and Ellis are murmuring, but I'm more focused on Nate's light tickles up and down my spine. I'm so relaxed I never want to leave.
Except his cock softens too soon, and my eyes are drooping. It's coming to an end which means I'll have to think again which I really don't want to do.
"Jamie, run a hot bath in our room, please," Nate requests, and even goes so far as to cover my ear as he speaks. Smiling, I snuggle closer and debate if it's acceptable to request a jacuzzi be put in this room. Then I would never leave.
Thirty-Six
ELLIS
Imade a plan yesterday and today I feel sick about it. My run this morning helped for a bit, but I'm starting to think I'm not ready to do something like this on my own.
BythisI mean shopping, and by on my own I mean me and Violetalone. I'm still fucking shocked she's letting me take her out for a surprise. I expected her to laugh and tell me that there was no way in hell she's going anywhere alone with me.
Nate scolded me for that thought process considering she literally went with him to meet Tina almost two weeks ago. I'm still convinced she's angrier with me than she is with Nate. Same with Jamie.
It's hard to shake the concept that Nate was in on that stupid fucking plan with me. Often I have to remind myself that Nate is his own person and his choices are his. He chose to go along with my idea. I just really despise the version of me that wanted to use Jamie to hurt Violet. I don't care that it only lasted five minutes. The moment I realized I couldn't go through with it, I should’ve turned around.
But I was weak. I was weak for Jamie. The man whose pain and confusion called to mine. Our dilemmas had a common denominator, and that was Violet. Wonderful, stubborn,beautiful Violet. I wanted to make Jamie feel good and offer him a place with our jaded hearts. I just never expected things to go as well as they did.
I mean, Christ, the four of us fell in love. Drunk me with a dick down his throat and anger issues didn't see that coming. I would like to think that if I did, I would have thought through shit better. Although maybe not. I was a different man a few months ago. Losing someone changes you, and I lost the woman I lovetwice.
This time, I better be fucking changed. For the better. I'll kick my own ass if I don't fix my shit. Violet's uncle doesn’t need to tell me I deserve an ass whooping. I do. I got one. But I don't think it was enough, so I'll keep punishing myself on my runs whenever shit becomes too much.
Right now I'm wishing I ran to Violet's apartment. Instead, I'm waiting for her to open the door while I stand here bouncing on my heels.
She and Jamie have come over a few times in the past week, but we've done nothing more than hug and give naughty eyes. I'm happy to go at her pace for as long as she needs.
I loved, loved,lovedwatching her and Nate. I'm excited for it to happen again but I'm not going to push it. Violet is incredibly confident in her sexuality, so I don't believe she needs us to make those moves. She has the control and honestly, I'm fucking here for it.
"Coming!" Violet calls through the door a moment before it swings open and allows me to lay eyes on my girl for the first time in two days. "Hi," she breathes, sounding out of breath.
"Hello," I greet and lean against the door jamb trying to seem way more calm than I am. "Are you okay?"
"What?" A loud screech behind her and a big thud makes Violet cringe. "Oh. Ah. Cassidy, well, she?—"
"Is PISSED!" Cassidy shouts, stomping to the kitchen and opening a bottle of wine. Violet looks worried and lingers by her shoes like she doesn't want to leave her friend.
I may have some emotional intelligence hang ups, but I'm not stupid. Cass is clearly going through something and emotions are heightened. "Cassidy, why don't you come get dinner with us?"
"What?" Cassidy snaps, turning to me with the deepest frown I've ever seen on her freckled face. "No. I can't do that."
Violet looks from her to me and I think I read her expression correctly because V relaxes with my next statement.
