"You heard her," I say, standing and grabbing his hand to pull him to the car. "Let’s get started."
"What's taking her so long?" I'm about to fucking explode. The scene in front of me has been testing my patience for the last ten minutes. The twenty minutes of foreplay before that put me on edge but this?
"Fuck," Nate pants, his man bun flopping around with each thrust Jamie gives him. "Harder."
"No," Jamie denies, keeping his pace slow and steady, but so fucking deep Nate's eyes roll back into his head every time Jamie plunges in. "We're waiting, remember? Ellis, no touching!"
"Damn it!" I snap, fisting my hand on my thighs.
All I want to do is fuck my fist while I watch Jamie top Nate. The unspoken conversation about it was hot, each man holding the other by the cock and making out. Nate willingly spun around and offered Jamie his ass, and I about came on the fucking spot.
I was told in no uncertain terms that I wasn't allowed to come or even fucking play with myself until Violet joined us. Thirty minutes. Twenty of those I watched with bated breath as the two most dominant men I've ever known traded kisses and reverent caresses.
"You're so fucking tight," Jamie growls, gripping Nate's hips a little harder. They're fucking behind the couch with Nate holding himself up on the back. I'm not even allowed to walk around them to see the full deliciousness of their bodies.
Nope, I'm stuck in my seat, watching, yearning, and getting more aroused by the moment. I fucking hate being edged.
Then fuckingfinallythe front door opens and Violet struts in with a big ass duffle bag. "I'm here!" she shouts while removing her shoes and jacket. Turning and coming our way, she stops dead in her tracks when she sees us. "Oh!"
"Thank fuck," I breathe a ragged sigh of relief. "Get over here and help me."
She hums and whips her shirt off with no hesitation. Her blonde and purple waves frame her tits and lacy white bra. My mouth fucking waters. I'm literally salivating. I watch, entranced, as she continues her show. Even Jamie and Nate have shut up and paused their fucking. When she's completely naked from the waist down, I about lose my mind. And my load.
"Ellis," she coos, stepping toward me. "I'm so wet."
My eyes shoot down, and the slickness I see already coating her thighs makes me groan. "V?—"
"Nate," she calls on him next, eye fucking him as she continues her path toward me. "Do you think you can multitask?"
"Yes, baby," Nate grunts and groans when Jamie slams into him again.
"Wonderful!" she cheers and winks at Jamie. Fuck I love when my kinky woman comes out to play. "Ellis, go sit in front of Nate. I'm gonna ride you hard and fast while you tongue fuck each other’s throats."
"Fuck yeah," Jamie praises.
I do as I'm told and sit right in front of where Nate is bracing himself against the couch. Violet wastes no time climbing onto my lap. Once her cunt is wrapped around my cock, she places her dainty hand on my throat and pushes my head back.
"Kiss him," she whimpers, bouncing on my ridiculously hard dick. Nate's beard tickles my face as he descends on me. TheSpidermankiss is sloppy and aggressive but fuck it's hot.
Our moans and matching grunts of approval surround me as my attention splits from the wet heat pulsating on my cock and my partner’s mouth demanding my submission.
I'm incapable of battling either of them. Nate dominates my mouth and Violet...holy hell...she comes in under two fucking minutes. Her screams of pleasure mixed with the slapping sounds of Jamie ruthlessly fucking Nate send me right over the damn edge.
Automatically, my hands grab onto her tits and my hips buck up as the pressure in my balls binds me to the moment and sends me fuckingsoaring.
It just keeps getting better and better.
Forty-Three
VIOLET
The morning sunlight streams through the bedroom window highlighting the extra dresser in Nate and Ellis' bedroom. Last night, after our sexy couch time we cozied up and went to bed fairly early.
Which means now I'm faced with the confidence I had yesterday and amnotfeeling today. In the light of day, I'm overthinking. I should have emptied my bag last night. Although there's a high probability that I would still be standing here, staring at it, wondering if it's the right choice.
With a T-shirt in my left hand, I use my right to open the top drawer. It's empty, waiting to be filled. Nate and Ellis made sure Jamie and I knew this is here for us.Do they really mean it? I mean what if I unpack and they realize it's too soon?
"Violet?"
