by Rye Hart
“Lovely, baby,” he said.
His breath was warm on my cheek, and he pressed his lips to my skin.
“Because I want you to feel very, very good,” he said. “I want you to feel nothing but pleasure.”
“I do, Jude,” I gasped. “Oh God, I do.”
“Ready for more, darling?”
“Anything for you, Jude.”
I pushed myself up on my hands and knees again, and someone took my hand. He pulled me to a standing position, and when my knees buckled and I almost fell, he caught me. He held me close and I relaxed in his arms, feeling safe and secure with some unknown man's arms around me.
He kissed down the length of my face, his lips moving to my neck, his hands caressing my breasts as he moved lower. He drew his tongue along my collarbone, nibbling my skin as he went. Every nerve ending in my body was on fire and I felt my body trembling.
He turned our bodies and lowered me down with him until I was straddling him. His erection pressed against me, but he took his time kissing along my neck. He was the first one to lift up my dress, sliding it off my body and exposing that sexy bra I'd picked out for the evening. The heat from the fireplace warmed my skin as he cupped my breasts with his hands, teasing the nipples with his thumb, drawing a gasp from me.
“Yes...” I moaned.
Someone else unhooked my bra, and my breasts spilled out into his hands. His lips surrounded my erect nipple and he sucked, gently, as I rocked back and forth on top of him.
I was so wet now, the anticipation building inside of me, as his cock slid between the folds of my skin, rubbing against my clit. He pressed his lips to mine as he held my face in his hands, and he kissed me long and hard, our bodies rocking together.
The others had been good, they felt good, but this – this felt amazing. There was a connection there between us. Something that felt real. He took his time, didn't rush straight into fucking me, but was exploring my body. Relishing every kiss, every touch of my skin. It was slow and sensual, and I was enjoying every minute of having his lips covering my body with kisses.
The anticipation in me at a frenzied peak, I reached down and grabbed his cock, positioning it against me. I slid down and took him inside me, drawing a soft moan from the both of us. His hands held onto my waist as I moved myself up and down, rolling my hips gently against his body. My breath caught in my throat as I rode him, the pleasure building even faster than before. Being on top gave me total control of my movements, allowed me to dictate the pace. As I moved, my clit was grinding against his pelvis, and I felt another climax rising inside of me.
As if he could tell, he helped me keep up the rhythm, rocking back and forth on top of him, feeling his cock press against the walls of my pussy. He filled me up completely and I cried out, my head falling to his shoulder as I came. He stroked my hair and held onto me, letting me ride out the waves of pleasure as they rolled through and over me, taking me to places I never knew possible.
As my pussy spasmed around his thick shaft, I felt his body tighten up beneath me. There was a low, rumbling growl in his chest, and his heart was racing. While he'd stayed mostly quiet the whole time I'd been riding him, a grunt escaped his lips, his orgasm chasing mine. For the moment, only the two of us existed, and there was no one was watching. No one was out there with us. It was just me and my mystery man, our bodies united and coming together as one.
Before I knew what was happening, Jude pulled off the blindfold and I could see. The first thing I saw were Nathaniel's sweet eyes staring back at me, almost as surprised as I was.
I smiled at him, and he smiled at me before kissing my lips.
“I've been waiting a very long time for that,” he said. “Ever since I first met you.”
“The feeling is mutual,” I said, my voice coming out soft.
I glanced over to Jude who was all smiles, with a sleepy look in his eyes. He was probably the only one still fully dressed, and I thought it an absolute shame.
I didn't have long to think that, though, as he took my hand and helped me rise from Nathaniel's lap. Without saying a word, Jude lifted me into his arms and I fell heavy against his chest. He said something to his friends, but I wasn't paying attention at that point. Exhaustion had taken over my body and my mind, though my body still tingled with pleasure. Jude carried me into the house. Just the two of us. Up the stairs and into his bedroom.
Gently, he laid me down on the bed.
Chapter Eleven
Jude
I laid her down on my bed and saw the look in her eyes. She was tired, but there was more to it than that. Batting her eyelashes, she beckoned me, crooking her finger, motioning for me to join her on the bed. After watching her fuck my friends, my cock was raging and hard, and I wanted to bang her pretty little brains out after the show I'd just watched. Seeing her enjoy it, watching my friends dote on her and love her – it was everything I could have dreamt about and more.
Now that we were up in my room, however, she was mine. All mine.
The look in her eyes told me she knew it too. That look said she wanted to be mine, that I could claim her body and her soul.
Hovering above her naked body, I stared into those emerald eyes and said, “You may have enjoyed yourself, Ember, but don't forget who you belong to.”
“Yes, Jude,” she said, writhing on the bed beneath me. “I'm yours, baby. All yours.”
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling her body upward to meet mine. She still wanted me, even after all that fucking already – and I wanted her too. More than ever before.
I kissed her lips, pressing my tongue deep into her mouth as she gasped, her moans muffled. She wrapped her hands around the back of my neck and we made out, kissing like two love-drunk teenagers who couldn't wait to fuck for the first time. Except this wasn't the first time, not even close. Still, it felt new and wonderful and like my skin was on fire, craving her touch on every inch of my body.
“Take me, Jude,” she whispered against my lips. “Take me now and claim me. Make me yours, baby.”
Her words were music to my ears. Ember knew how to get me worked up, to make me feel like I'd die without her. Her voice was the sweet nectar that filled my soul and I needed to be inside her.
She yanked off my belt, stripping it away and throwing it across the room. It hit the floor with a clatter, sliding to where it bumped up against my dresser. She might have been tired before, but she seemed to be getting a second – or third – wind. She was on fire.
She pulled at my shirt, freeing it from my slacks and ripped it from my chest. She raked her long nails across my flesh, drawing circles around my belly button until she moved lower, unzipping my pants and slid them down my thighs. I helped her, slipping them off and kicking them over toward where my belt had ended up, stepping forward and pressing myself against her, fully.
“Yes, Jude, take me,” she begged. “Please, take me.”
I thrust myself into her, my cock sheathed in her warmth and wetness. I was so turned on that I nearly exploded on impact but managed to hold it together – just barely though. My balls were aching, dying to release all the seed that had built up inside of me.
I buried myself deep, holding myself up by my forearms and stared deep into her eyes. She looked back at me, her eyes wide and full of innocence – but also full of a salacious mischief. It was that duality at work within her again – the good girl and the whore. It turned me on like little else in this world.
Through clenched teeth, I said, “You may have fucked my friends tonight, but you're mine, Ember.”
“Yes!” she cried out.
“Your pussy belongs to me. They may borrow it, but you're mine,” I said, each word coming out hard as I thrust my hard prick into her tight little hole.
“Yes, Jude. Yes,” she whimpered. Her eyes fluttered open and shut as she shook beneath me. “Oh God yes, I love being yours.”
“I love you being mine too,” I said. “They may love you too. You may even love th
em –”
Her pussy tightened around my cock, causing me to pause and focus on not releasing inside of her. Not just yet. I wasn't ready. As soon as I regained control of myself, I finished my sentence.
“You may even love them,” I said, “but I will always have your heart. You come back to me. Always.
“I will,” she cried out. “Oh God, I will.”
Our eyes met, and I said the words I'd been thinking for some time now.
“I love you, Ember,” I said.
Her eyes grew wide, and I wasn't sure if she was going to say it back or not. If she didn't, it was fine. I didn't expect her to be at that point. I just needed her to know how I felt.
“I love you so fucking much,” I said again. “And I don't even care if you feel the same about me. I just –”
“I do, Jude,” she said.
Her voice was soft and serious, her hands stroking my cheek. I stopped thrusting, just enjoyed the feeling of being inside her as she looked at me.
“I love you too,” she said.
“Oh God,” I cried out, as I drove myself balls deep inside of her.
Suddenly, I couldn't control myself any longer. Her words, the look on her face, and the way her pussy spasmed around my cock sent me over the edge, and I exploded deep inside of her.
She was right behind me, thrusting her body upward, saying my name over and over again.
“I love you, Jude, yes, baby. Yes!”
Together, we rode out one of the best orgasms of my life. I came so hard, I was seeing stars and shuddering above her, breathless and weak. She held onto me for dear life until I was empty.
I collapsed beside her and pulled her close.
“Best birthday ever,” I said.
“I'd say so too.” She giggled, and I turned to look at her.
The most beautiful woman in the world was lying beside me in bed, and she was mine. The sex was amazing, sure – as were the festivities with my friends. But, knowing she loved me back was the best thing I could have hoped for.
She wrapped herself around me, her arms around me, her legs tangled with mine. I kissed her forehead, her nose, her lips – everywhere I could. I couldn't get enough of her. She fell asleep in my arms as I kissed her to sleep.
***
The next morning, my house was still full of people. My friends had stayed over, sleeping in the guest rooms. When I came downstairs, Dominic and Zane were already at the table eating breakfast. Nathaniel was nowhere to be found. He'd probably either slept in or was showering. He wasn't as much of a morning person as the rest of us. His genius tended to come out at night.
I'd left Ember in bed to sleep a little longer. She was clearly exhausted, and I didn't blame her. She deserved to rest after the night we had. I joined my friends at the table and there was an awkward silence hanging in the air around us for a moment before everybody burst into laughter.
“Fun night, huh?” I said, pouring myself a cup of coffee as the laughter subsided.
“Just like old times,” Dom said with a grin. “God, I miss those days.”
“Me too actually,” Zane said.
We both turned looked at our friend in shock.
“What? I still get horny, even if I don't want to date,” he said. “Besides, Ember isn't so bad.”
“Easy to say now,” Dominic said. “But yeah, she's pretty awesome, and I don't mean just in bed.”
“She could be dangerous for me,” Nathaniel's voice piped up as he joined us in the dining room.
“Dangerous, how?” I asked.
“Just that I could fall in love with a girl like that,” he said, sitting down beside me.
“You did seem to like her a lot at the wedding,” Dominic teased.
“I did.” He grinned. “But Jude said she was off-limits, so – well, I was a good boy. Like always.”
“And it paid off,” Dominic laughed.
“Yeah, who'd have thought that, huh?” Nathaniel laughed.
As we talked and ate, I heard the sound of footsteps coming our way. My eyes fell on the doorway, and Ember smiled at me as she stepped through. She was wearing a dark purple robe with black trim, probably bought to match the lingerie we'd torn off her last night. The robe fell to about mid-thigh, bringing out the paleness of her skin.
She walked toward me, her hips swishing as she moved through the dining room. All of our eyes were on her and the room fell silent. Every single man was watching her walk. Not that I blamed them, she was easily one of the sexiest women I'd ever laid eyes on.
Ember walked over to me and laid a kiss on my cheek. I turned my head, taking her face in my hands, and kissed her lips instead. She nibbled on my lower lip before her tongue brushed against mine, sending a shiver down my spine.
When the kiss ended, she turned to the others with the same enigmatic smile.
“Good morning,” she said.
She squeezed Nathaniel's shoulder before sitting down beside me. Our hands found each other's right away, and I held onto her, proud to have her at my side.
“How'd you sleep, my goddess?” I asked.
“Like the dead,” she said, laughing.
Her hair was disheveled and dry, meaning she hadn't showered yet. The knowledge that she was still dirty from what happened the night before caused my cock to stiffen in my pants.
“How about you guys?” she asked.
Her gaze moved over my friends, who were in varying stages of awe. Dominic was grinning like a fool. Zane looked serious but intrigued. Nathaniel looked utterly smitten with her – not that I could really blame him after last night. The two of them had had a real connection. I noticed it right off the bat. It was something I'd encourage, if it brought happiness to Ember's life. After all, I wanted her to be happy and satisfied. That was all that mattered to me anymore.
She was my world. My love. I knew my friends would take care of her, and be good to her. If she wanted them, we could share her, but at the end of the night, it was my bed she would be crawling back into. I was the one who held her heart.
Chapter Twelve
Ember
“So, wait, you're dating four different men?” Talia asked, raising an eyebrow at me. “And one of them is your stepdad?”
It had been two weeks since the best birthday party of my life, and my best friend had just gotten back from her trip. I couldn't wait to call her and make a date, so we could catch up on everything. We went out for lunch one late July afternoon, visiting one of our favorite little cafes downtown. When I told her everything that had happened while she'd been away, her eyes nearly bugged out of her head and her jaw nearly hit the top of the table.
After she managed to recover her senses though, she started having a kick teasing me about the situation. I guess until that moment, it hadn't even occurred to me how crazy the situation was, how crazy is must sound to her.
Well, maybe it had occurred to me a little bit – there were times I had to pinch myself because even I didn't believe. But, seeing the look of shock on her face had reminded me of how unique my situation actually was.
“He's not my stepdad, Talia. Not anymore,” I chuckled. “And when you say it like that, you make me sound like a character in some porno or something.”
Talia's face hadn't changed. “Well, if the shoe fits – ” she started, but broke into a fit of giggles, shaking her head. “Nah, I'm just messing with you, girl. If you're happy, I'm happy for you. Besides, those men are hot. Like really hot.”
“Aren't they?” I said, feeling the smile growing on my face.
“So, which one if your favorite?” she asked.
Her eyes sparkled with a deviousness that made me think she was jealous. Hell, if I were in her place and she in mine, I know I would be. I sighed and leaned back in my chair, taking a drink of my tea as I tried to explain it to her.
“That's like asking who your favorite child is,” I said. “I care for each of them, in my own way. Each of them have something different and special about them. And they
all bring something unique to the relationship –”
“I mean in bed, silly,” she said, throwing her straw wrapper at me from across the table.
I felt my face redden. I knew that's what she meant, but it was a question I wasn't sure I wanted to answer. I could see by the look in her eyes and that stubborn set of her jaw though, that she wasn't going to drop it until she got the answer she was looking for. I let out a breath. Better to bite the bullet now than have her continue to hound me about it, I supposed.
“Well – they all have their talents,” I mused. She shot me a glare that was supposed to be fierce, but only looked silly. So I decided to tease her some more.
“For instance, Zane is completely dominant,” I said. “He knows how to make me feel like I'm irresistible to him. Like, when he looks at me, he gets this little gleam in his eye that says he has to have me, right now.”
“Not fair,” Talia groaned, resting her face in her hands.
I smiled wider. “Nathaniel is the exact opposite though,” I continued. “He's all about making love, sweet kisses, giving me what I want. We just stare into each other's eyes and there's this really intense connection, you know?”
Talia sighed, a dreamy look in her eyes, and jealousy etched deep in her features.
“And then we have Dominic – he's probably the most fun, besides Jude. He's just so playful and into pleasing me. He could go down on me for hours on end,” I said.
I felt a tightness forming in my belly as thoughts of Dom floated through my mind. Not only was he amazing in bed, he was always so much fun to be around. The more time we spent together, the tighter our bond became, and I could feel myself falling for him.
He'd been offering me tips on law school as well, so we didn't just spend all our time fucking each other's brains out. No, it wasn't like that with any of the guys. We actually dated, all of us – and it was nice.
“And of course, there's Jude,” I said.
Even saying his name made my heart go pitter pat in my chest. I smiled so wide, it felt like my mouth was going to be permanently stretched out like that.