She shudders in my arms, caught between us.
I kiss her again, slow and possessive, swallowing every sound she makes. Then I pull back, brushing her hair from her face. “I want your mouth. Can you do that for me?”
She nods quickly. Her whole body trembles.
Hudson shifts slightly, lifting her by the hips to hold her in place as I kneel on the ottoman and line my cock up with her mouth. Her eyes flick up, pupils blown wide, and then she takes me into her mouth, warm and wet and perfect.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, fingers threading through her hair as I place my hand around her neck. Supporting her head and feeling her throat work my cock.
Hudson groans, “She’s so fucking tight. I feel her clenchharder the more she sucks you. And she’s getting wetter. Fuck, she’s so turned on, Enz.”
Pippa moans deeper at his words, sending vibrations straight through my spine. She’s pure chaos and pleasure, caught between us, owning us with every move she makes.
My head tips back as her mouth works me with a kind of desperation, like she needs both of us to breathe. Maybe we need her just as badly. It’s not just the sex. It’s trust. Surrender. The three of us locked in this impossible, burning gravity.
Hudson’s rhythm speeds up.
Pippa’s whimpers grow frantic, broken by the fullness in her throat.
My hips rock gently, letting her control the pace.
“Almost there,” Hudson grits out.
I look down at her flushed cheeks, her tear-rimmed eyes, the sheen of sweat on her chest, and in an instant I know…
She’sours.
I lock eyes with Hudson and lean toward him. Our hands have been on her the whole time, but I reach over with one hand and clasp his neck. I lick my lips and watch him do the same.
Fuck, I want to kiss him.
I move my thumb across his neck and up his cheek, over his lip.
Connected, the three of us finish. Hudson first, gritting out Pippa’s name like a prayer, then Pippa, crying out as she shatters between us. Finally, I come undone by the sound of her, the sight of them, the feel of everything we just gave each other.
The explosion is the best orgasm of my life.
Fuck. Isthatwhat sex is supposed to be like?
I lift Pippa up and place her between us on the couch. She is boneless and flushed, her head tilted back against the cushion, hair wild, lips kiss-bruised. She looks wrecked. Sated. Beautiful.
Hudson leans back against the couch. He runs a hand through his hair, and his chest rises and falls like he’s still catching up.
We don’t speak. Because what do you say when everything has changed? Hudson and I didn’t kiss, but from the way he held my gaze, we both seemed to know it was only a matter of time.
Pippa lets out a slow breath. “Well…that wasn’t very professional.”
We all huff a laugh.
And I know, at least for me, that nothing will ever be the same again.
SIXTEEN
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Hudson
Thursday Night, Day 22
