by Rye Hart
Her breathing became heavier, and her body spasmed as she groaned. I trailed my fingers up and down the sides of her body, raking my nails against her flesh. She shuddered, her body trembling from her head, all the way to her pussy, her own nails digging into the flesh of my chest. I knew she was close, and I so badly wanted to watch her sweet release.
“Come for me, Ember,” I groaned. “Come all over my cock, baby.”
“Yes, yes, Jude,.” her voice cracked, and her words became garbled as rocked against me, her eyes opening wide as she cried out. Her next words were whimpered more than spoken, “I'm coming, Jude. Oh God, yes, I'm coming.”
I let go of her hair and let her head fall forward. She rested her forehead against my chest as she quivered. I stroked her back, whispering into her ear.
“You feel so good, Ember,” I moaned.
Once her orgasm subsided, I gripped her hips and rolled us both over on the couch, my cock still sheathed inside the warm, wet center of her. She let out a soft groan as we switched positions, but otherwise, she was as limp as a ragdoll, still reeling from her climax.
“Please don't stop,” she whimpered, arching her pelvis up to meet mine. “Please, Jude. Fuck me some more.”
Ember raked her nails over my chest, her eyes meeting mine as I thrust myself into her, burying my dick deep inside her.
Chapter Six
Ember
I wrapped my legs around Jude's body, pulling him deeper into me. For as long as I'd wanted him, I wanted to make sure I experienced every single inch of him, indulged in every last second of our time together. His chest moved up and down in time with his long, deep breaths, the muscles in his arms and pecs clenched tightly. I stroked his tight, firm chest with my fingertips, relishing the feel of his tightly corded muscles, and admired the view. His skin glistened with sweat as he moved above me, and I couldn't have asked for a more beautiful sight.
Jude grabbed hold of the arm of the couch, using it for momentum to drive himself into me harder and faster. I rose to meet his thrusting, our bodies crashing together hard, his balls slapping against my ass.
“Sweet Jesus,” he groaned, his eyes fluttering open and closed, a look of absolute rapture on his face.
He shuddered above me, and for a minute, I thought this was it, that he was going to lose control But, his body tensed and he gritted his teeth, managing to keep it together. His breathing and the sounds coming from him became more desperate however, his movements hungrier.
I raised my legs up in the air, allowing him easier access, and he pumped his cock in and out of me. One heart-stopping orgasm down, and another on the way. I closed my eyes and moaned, feeling the walls of my pussy clenching around him.
“Come with me,” I whimpered. “Please, Jude, come inside me.”
His eyes flickered to mine, and while some men might hesitate, there was nothing but trust in his eyes. I was on the pill, so pregnancy was the farthest thing from my mind. I just wanted all of him inside of me, including his seed. I knew that his release would make me climax too, and I wanted that more than anything.
Jude lowered his face, kissing me as every muscle in his body tightened. His thighs and ass flexed as he buried himself into me one last time, and I bit his lip to suppress the scream building up in my throat.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled, pumping his cum inside of me.
His cock pulsed inside my quivering pussy. The muscles inside of me tightened around his thick shaft, squeezing him, as if I was trying to milk every last drop of his seed. Maybe I was. If I never got to fuck him again, I wanted to experience it all, and that last orgasm that hit me – combined with his – was over-the-top amazing.
Jude's stayed nestled inside of me for a moment but lifted his head up to look in my eyes. The beads of sweat dripping down his forehead, the look in those sapphire blue eyes, it was all so amazing. A sight I'd never forget as long as I lived. That, coupled with the satisfied grin on his face set my heart fluttering once more. I could stare at him all day.
I stroked his face with my fingertips, and he leaned into the touch, kissing the palm of my hand.
“You have no idea how long I've wanted you,” I whispered.
“I might have some idea,” he said, nuzzling his nose against mine. “I heard you in the shower that day we talked out by the pool.”
I tensed up, my cheeks burning bright red.
“Oh no, I'm sorry –”
“Don't be sorry,” he chuckled.
He slipped his now deflated dick out of me, moving to lie next to me on the couch, pulling me to his hard, toned body.
“I may or may not have gotten off to it,” he said, a roguish little smile upon his lips.
“You mean you jerked off, while listening to me?”
I couldn't suppress the smile. Heat flared in my cheeks and though I was slightly embarrassed by the confession, I was also a little flattered – and a whole lot turned on. Jude pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me.
“You weren't the only one wanting this, Ember,” he said. “I've been attracted to you from the moment we met. You were just off-limits to me.”
He trailed my cheek with his fingertips, looking at me as if I was the most beautiful woman in the world. And laying there, in his arms, I felt that way.
“Really?” I said.
“Really. You in that bridesmaid dress – damn,” he said. “I couldn't get that image out of my head. I'd never seen someone so beautiful in my entire life, and I felt so guilty for it.”
I pressed my lips to his chest but couldn't stop at just one kiss. I was there, in his arms, and we'd just had mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex. All of my fantasies had come true, and yet, even though I was laying there beside him, his juices filling me, I still couldn't make myself believe it. I had to keep touching him, kissing him just to make sure he was real and this wasn't some elaborate dream.
He lifted my face and stared deep into my eyes.
“Now that I'm a free man, I no longer feel guilty though,” he said, his voice rolling over me like velvet. “And believe me when I say this, you can stay here for as long as you like.”
I sighed contently, inhaling the scent of him. His cologne was sexy enough but combined with the scent of his body and our sex, it was utterly intoxicating. I still couldn't believe this was happening to me.
“And trust me when I say I am willing to help you in any way I can,” I said.
I shot him a salacious grin as I pressed my lips to his.
“Oh trust me, I have a few ideas about how you could help out,” he growled.
“I'm sure you do,” I said, giggling as he kissed me again.
I forgot everything that was going on with my mom, and how technically speaking, I was homeless. Jude's strong arms held me close to him, my head now resting on his chest. I closed my eyes and listened to his heart beating in his chest, and before I knew it, I had dozed off.
Apparently, so did he.
***
I'm not sure how much time had passed, but we were awoken by the sound of someone knocking on the door. I sat up, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed in Jude's living room. He joined me, checking the time on his phone and cursing under his breath.
“Sorry, didn't mean to fall asleep,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep.
His hair was mussed up a bit, and he looked so incredibly cute. Almost boyishly handsome with his messy hair and crooked grin. He kissed me again, as the knocking started again. “We probably should get dressed,” I said.
“Probably,” he grumbled. “Though Dom would probably appreciate seeing you naked. Me? Not so much.”
“Dom? As in your best man, Dominic?” I asked.
Jude nodded, pulling his pants up. “The one and only.”
I grabbed my clothes and hurried up the steps just as Jude answered the door. His shirt was still lying on the floor next to the couch, he hadn't even bothered to pick it up. I took another glance at his chiseled, perfect abs and had to grab the hand
railing to keep myself from falling.
“Come back down when you get dressed,” he yelled up at me.
I heard Dominic's voice ask, “Who are you talking to?”
“Ember,” Jude said casually.
I stood at the top of the stairs, meaning to go in and get dressed, but found myself eavesdropping instead. How casually he'd referred to me and what had just happened between us surprised me. It made me smile, knowing that he wasn't going to keep it a secret. I didn't know why, but I liked that.
“Ember?” I heard Dominic's voice. “As in your ex-stepdaughter?”
“That's the one,” Jude said.
I heard footsteps as the two men walked into the living room and their voices became muffled. A moment later, I couldn't hear their voices at all anymore. I was grinning from ear-to-ear though, like a damned fool, as I hurried and put my clothes back on. I checked my hair and makeup. Makeup was beyond repair, so I used the soap in the bathroom to wash it all off. Going bare-faced beat streaky mascara and smeared lipstick any day. My hair was a mess too, and without a brush, I was limited. I raked my fingers through the waves and pulled it back into a messy, high ponytail. With a smile on my face, I walked downstairs. Dominic, the tall, dark best man from my mother's wedding, looked up as I stepped into the room, an amused grin on his face.
Jude turned around as I entered, smiling wide. He'd slipped his shirt back on. Damn.
“Ember, you remember my best friend, Dominic,” he said. “Dom, this is Ember.”
“Yeah, we briefly met at her mom's wedding,” Dominic said, cocking an eyebrow at Jude as he shook my hand. “Considering the circumstances, I'm a little surprised to see you again.”
“It's a long story,” I sighed.
“Well, I'm certainly up to hearing it sometime,” Dominic said, his gaze flitting over to Jude.
“Another time,” Jude said.
His voice sounded stern, causing me to look over at him in surprise. He took a seat on the couch we'd just fucked on not that long ago.
“For now, we have other matters to discuss,” he said.
“I can leave, if you'd like –”
“Don't be silly, sit,” Jude said, patting the seat on the couch beside him.
“Oh, okay,” I said. “If you insist.”
“I do,” Jude said, a devious grin on his face.
I sat down beside him, our legs touching. Jude draped his arm across my shoulder casually. Some women might take it as a sign of a man marking his territory – of letting his friend know that I was his property. For some reason though, it didn't feel that way to me. It was just an instinctual act and I didn't see it as Jude pissing on my leg to claim me.
“You never cease to amaze me, Jude,” Dominic said, shaking his head as he took a seat in the chair across from us. “Not that it's a bad thing.”
“I owe Ember a lot,” he said, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “Without her, I would have never known the truth about Lydia. She could've taken me to the cleaners if not for this girl right here.”
Dominic held his hands up in a defeated gesture. “Hey, I'm not judging, man. Just amused and maybe even a little impressed.”
“You do know I'm sitting right here, right?” I said.
Dominic winked and shot me a mischievous smirk. Where Jude was stoic and a bit reserved, Dominic seemed all trouble and mayhem. Like a perpetual frat boy always up for a good time. His eyes were dark, rich brown with hints of gold flecks. His jet-black hair was cut incredibly short and close to his head, and he was clean shaven.
I knew that he was a lawyer because of Jude. While he looked professional enough, I'd never have painted him as an attorney. A business mogul, sure. A soul sucking lawyer? No way.
“Sorry, love,” he said. “Anyway, back to business, Jude. Your birthday party. What's the plan?”
My ears perked up. I always loved a good party. “Oh, when's your birthday?”
“The nineteenth,” Jude said. “I figured we could just have you guys over here. Some drinks. BBQ around the pool. That sort of thing.”
“That's funny,” I muttered to myself.
Both Dominic and Jude turned toward me, questioning looks on their handsome faces.
“What is?” Jude asked.
“Oh nothing,” I said, suddenly feeling silly. “Just that my birthday is the twentieth. The day after yours.”
Dominic clasped his hands together, an even more mischievous smile spreading across his face.
“Well, isn't that perfect,” he said.
I narrowed my eyes, figuring he was being sarcastic, and waited for him to deliver the punchline. He looked at me though, and I saw no guile or mischief in his eyes. He actually just looked – pleased. I have no idea what he was pleased about, but he seemed pleased nonetheless.
“I say we do a combined party then. What do you say, Ember?” Dom's eyes sparkled as he looked at me.
I looked at Jude, my mouth open wide. I honestly wasn't sure if I'd be around that long. It was several weeks away, and, honestly, I had no idea if Jude wanted to throw me a party – especially right alongside his own.
Jude nodded and smiled at me. “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea,” he said. “Maybe one of the best you've ever had, Dom.”
“Yeah, I come up with them now and again,” Dominic replied.
I guess that meant I'd be sticking around for a little while.
Chapter Seven
Jude
How could I explain to Dominic that everything I could have ever wanted for my birthday was sitting right beside me? I couldn't. Ember's legs were crossed, her hand resting on her knee. She sat there all prim and proper, like a good little girl, but all I could think about was that my cum was still inside her. My gaze rolled over her legs and up her thighs, and I wondered if she was wearing any panties – and if so, if they were wet.
“Jude? You in there?” Dom laughed, waving a hand in front of my face.
When I looked back up at my friend, he gave me a knowing grin and just shook his head.
“I know you're sitting next to a gorgeous woman,” he quipped. “But, damn, I've never seen you this distracted before.”
“What can I say? She's different,” I said, pushing a strand of hair behind Ember's ear.
She gave me a sweet smile, color rushing into her cheeks. God, so sweet and innocent looking. But, I knew she could be dirty when she wanted to be. It was one of the things that turned me on the most about her – that duality.
“I can see that,” Dom said.
He was now looking at Ember too, admiring her beauty as if he was seeing it for the first time. I turned my attention to my friend and watched his eyes widen slightly as they moved over her luscious rack. He was practically salivating.
When I'd married Lydia, I told my friends that Ember was off-limits, especially when I saw her in that tight bridesmaid dress looking scrumptious as hell. I knew all of my friends would be into her, and if I couldn't have her, I was going to make damn sure they couldn't either.
Now, that was no longer an issue.
Ember stared back at Dom, her green eyes wide with surprise. Her cheeks were pink as she glanced over at me, seemingly surprised by the lust that was clear as day, in my best friend's eyes. She seemed to be asking me if I minded that he stared at her that way. I didn't mind, as long as she didn't.
I leaned into her until her hair ticked my face, and whispered into her ear, “Does he make you uncomfortable, Ember?”
Her reply was one word. “No.”
“Good,” I said, stroking her hair. “Because I like when others admire what's mine.”
Some women would tense up when a man used such phrases. Especially so soon. It was a test, to see how Ember would respond, and she passed with flying colors. I was fairly surprised, but pleased. She gripped the hand that rested on her shoulder, turning to me with a lustful grin. She was enjoying this game as much as I was.
I lowered my face, burying it into the crook of her neck and laid a soft ki
ss against her flesh. She shuddered as I whispered in her ear.
“Do you want to fuck him?” I asked.
Now her body tensed, but she didn't answer. She didn't need to. I could see it in her eyes and feel it in the way the pulse in her neck quickened. I knew the answer even if she didn't give voice to it.
“You can fuck him, if you'd like,” I said, nipping at her flesh. “As long as you come back to me, that is. As long as you're mine.”
“Always,” Ember said, her voice trembling, but a look of unfettered lust on her face.
“Good girl.”
Dominic grinned like the cat who stole the milk. He leaned back in the chair, spreading his legs, his eyes never leaving hers. I knew he was showing off his erection, which I know many women had described as impressive. I wasn’t not into men, but I couldn't deny that he was well-endowed. He'd give Ember a lot of pleasure, no doubt, and my own cock hardened at the thought of watching my best friend fuck her.
Had Dom heard what I'd said? The look in his eyes said he had. It wouldn't be the first time we'd shared a woman between us. But, it would be the first time I shared one I cared about. Ember was more than just a fling or someone I wanted to fuck. I actually wanted to keep her around and keep her mainly to myself.
Still, I never had a problem sharing with my friends. It was just sort of our way of things. Ember was a goddess who deserved to be worshipped by as many men as possible. Of course, there'd be some ground rules, but for now, I was eager to watch her enjoy herself with Dom.
This time, when I asked the question, I made sure Dominic could hear me.
“I'll ask again, Ember,” I said. “Do you want to fuck Dom?”
She looked at me, her eyes shining like emeralds, and said, “I – I don't know.”