36. Ember

36

EMBER

“ S hit!” I whisper-yell, airplaning my arm out as I push us back blindly. We hit the back wall and both of us instinctively stand stick straight, him pressing hard against the wall and me molding into him. Neither one of us moves. We’re both frozen icicles melting into the barrier, preventing us from our escape.

“What the hell are they doing here?” Hudson asks, without even trying to move his lips.

Christian and Elena come often. Well, Elena does. If Christian comes, Dietrich drops him off in his blacked-out SUV, so no one can see who it is. That’s probably why we didn’t see any other cars outside. Plus, I told them I was leaving early today for my flight. They probably thought I left already.

I shrug, whispering, “I don’t know,” in dramatic fashion.

I look around, knowing it’s probably safe to move because we dimmed this area for that reason. We didn’t want the performers seeing hordes of people looking in, but it’s still risky to get caught here.

My neck is tilted in the direction of the green, lit up Exit sign. The neon green rays shine brightly, symbolizing more than just a simple sign. It’s screaming, green means go and get the hell out of there, but instead, I stare out of the corner of my eyes, unable to look away from the three of them.

My cheeks heat at the sight of them together. Arousal builds in my core, and I press my hands behind me to grip the wall for support. Instead of finding the wall, my hands land on Hudson’s leg and I grip the cotton of his joggers tightly between my fingers.

Hudson, sensing both my anxiety and nerves, wraps one arm around my shoulder and the other around my waist, fully enclosing me in his embrace. I melt even further into him and remain still.

“We should go, one at a time, as quietly as possible,” I tell Hudson, while attempting to convince myself.

“We could… but I don’t think you want to.” Hudson’s voice is soft, like butter, as his hand trails down the front of my sternum, finding the hem of my shirt and then sweeps back up to the peak of my breast. His finger dips into the cup of my bra, pulling it down, easily finding my taut nipple as he pinches his fingers around it. Shockwaves blast to my core, causing my breath to hitch, and I groan at the incredible sensation.

My hips rock into him as if they have a mind of their own, and his breath catches against the shell of my ear.

“Don’t make a sound.” His velvet voice is both desperate and demanding.

I nod passively without glancing up at him. I just keep my eyes forward, afraid to move even my eyeballs from one side to another.

Jake is now fully naked. Every muscle in his body is tight and hard, matching the mouthwatering lust in his eyes. He continues to move his hand slowly over his entire length, teasing himself from the base to the tip, as he surveys his wife and Christian on the bed.

Hudson’s finger dips into the front of my skirt and under my thong. I barely register his finger is there until he swipes the pad of his middle finger down my wet slit, and we moan together at the sensation.

“Fuck,” he breathes into my ear, at the same time I say, “Oh god.”

“Jesus, you’re so goddamn wet, little red.”

His finger begins to move at a flawless pace, spreading my arousal over my clit. I moan louder, unable to control my voice box any longer.

Fortunately, Elena’s sounds override my own as she begs Christian to make her come.

“Not yet, baby,” Jake calls out before pushing himself off the wall as he begins to prowl toward the bed.

The sight makes my pulse pound so hard I can feel it in my throat, and a deeper desire tingles all over my skin.

Watching porn is nothing like seeing this in person. Everything is so raw. I don’t know if it’s because I know this trio, making this scene so sexy and sensual, but I’ve never been turned on like I am now.

And Hudson can sense every ounce of it. He presses his hips into me, and I feel his just the same. His cock is impossibly hard behind his pants, the cotton feeling like trace paper as his length presses against my ass.

Jake places one knee into the bed, dipping the side enough that Elena’s head turns in that direction. Still blindfolded, he positions the crown of his head against her lips, and Christian peers up, briefly pausing feasting on her as he tells her to take Jake’s cock. “Open your mouth, baby. Show him how much you love his cock.”

Jake’s hand grips the headboard while he holds himself over her, her lips spread open, inviting him in, and he thrusts into her mouth. His cock slides over her tongue and down her throat easily. He throws his head back and hisses into the air as he pauses for a moment, holding her head all the way against the base of his cock, before he begins to move in and out. His thrusting becomes harsher, more erratic, all while praising her.

Christian continues to devour her, consuming her with his tongue. Her muffled and desperate sounds escape from around Jake’s cock as he completely impales her mouth.

“Do you like watching them?” Hudson whispers in my ear, trailing kisses down my neckline. I tilt to the side to give him better access and nod.

My body is completely engulfed by his. His arm, still wrapped around my chest, gives one of his hands full access to play with my nipple, while the other terrorizes my pussy in the best way possible. It’s so good, I need more.

“Hudson, more. I need more,” I whimper. “I’m so close.” And by the way Elena’s moans are rising, so is she.

Hudson’s growl in my ear mirrors the intensity of how hard he squeezes me, so I’m even more flush with his body. Rolling his hips against my back, he’s as needy as I am.

Jake’s cock leaves Elena’s mouth with a pop as she tosses her head back on the pillow. Her back arches off the bed, and the whimpering moans and desperate pleas of all three of them create a soundtrack that is sending me careening to the edge.

“Oh, God. Christian, don’t stop,” Elena begs. “Jake, I’m gonna come.”

“That’s it, baby, come for us,” Jake demands, as he strokes his cock.

My orgasm rises with hers, and the cadence Hudson’s finger is unleashing on me is my undoing. I squeeze my lips together, groaning through my orgasm as it rips through me at the same time as Elena’s. Hudson covers my mouth, pulling my head back to his shoulder as his hips roll into me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” Hudson whispers, his voice laced with a desperation I’ve never heard before.

My body liquefies against him. I’m completely boneless, making the not-so-boneless appendage currently residing at the small of my back very apparent. My hips naturally roll into his, searching for more. The cotton covering him is thin enough to feel the hard ridge of his crown, but thick enough to cause a barrier that irritates me.

“Pull your pants down.” My tone is far less desperate than it was a few seconds ago. It’s turned raspy and demanding; I barely recognize it. Hudson’s head tilts down to look at me. Even though my head still rests on his shoulder and my eyes are closed, I sense his surprise.

Blinking my eyes open, I turn to meet his, and lust pools behind those dark inky irises with a fierce anguish. They’re nearly black.

He looks through the glass again, assuring himself they aren’t getting ready to leave. By the looks of Christian undressing, they are far from it. And by the fire that’s blazing behind Hudson’s eyes as they return to mine, neither are we.

“Whatever they do to her, I’m doing to you.” He pulls the waistband of his pants down, and his cock juts out against my back, feeling like a dangerous sin. All I can do is nod my approval because right now, he can do whatever the hell he wants to my body.

We’re two deviant voyeurs, hiding our misdeeds in a dark corner. We shouldn’t keep watching, we should stop this, but I can’t keep my eyes off them.

I reach behind my back and wrap my fingers around Hudson’s length at the same time he lifts my skirt above my waist. The cool air that hits my core sends shivers over my entire body. I grip his cock like I need it to survive, because right now, I do. Moisture from the tip of his cock paints my low back as I stroke him from base to tip.

A tortured huff floats over my ear before he bites into my shoulder, firm enough for me to flinch, while sending shock waves to my pussy.

Movement through the glass catches my eye as Jake releases Elena’s restraints, and Christian now sits on the side of the bed, completely naked and hard, everywhere. His body looks like it’s made of granite. In fact, the entire scene is painted like a van Gogh masterpiece. The beauty of their bodies, not just in their sculpture, but their energy, is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. They move together like they are one.

Elena crawls over Christian, effortlessly floating one leg over his body, and straddles his hips. His cock looks like a pony wall between their bodies before Elena lifts her body, sliding herself onto it. Their agonized moans of relief as he fills her fill the room with a tenor that rips straight through me.

The sight distracts me enough that I didn’t anticipate Hudson’s sudden movement. He releases the arm that was wrapped around my body, grips my waist, and lifts me up as he squats back onto the wall. He lowers, angling himself at my entrance, and slides into me just as urgently as Christian did to Elena.

“Oh, fuck.” We echo each other as I plead, beg, and cry, filling our small space with whispered wanton words.

My hands search around to find something to support this position, but his hold on me is solid, secure, just like I always feel when I’m with him. Even with the security, I still feel the need to help support myself. I press into his thighs, then try to wrap one behind his shoulder, but he stops my fidgeting, smacks my hand away, then faces me forward again to keep my view on the room.

“I can do this all fucking day.”

Well… there are definite perks to getting railed by a professional catcher.

“We’re not leaving this wall until you come on my cock.”

Hudson’s words send lightning strikes to my nerve endings. And the look on Jake’s face as Christian pistons into Elena lights them on fire. Jake takes a few steps back, reaching into a bag on the chair, and pulls out something small enough to fit in the palm of his hand.

He wraps his hand around his cock, sliding it up and down the shaft, as he returns to his previous spot. But this time takes a few extra strides, placing him right behind Elena and between Christian’s legs.

What is he doing?

Fondling the item in his hand, which I now recognize is lube, he flicks it open with his thumb and turns it over, pouring the liquid onto his palm. Trailing the back of his finger down her spine, he continues all the way down in between her ass, cupping underneath. All motion stops as she tosses her head back, and Christian nibbles at her chin.

“Are you ready, baby?” Jake’s voice is hoarse, but still loud enough for both of us to hear.

Elena nods as his hand dips further down, swiping down her middle, before pushing a curved digit inside her. Synchronized moans fill the room, each one of them reeling from it.

I can’t help but clench as my walls contract against Hudson’s hard cock that’s been punishing me at a tempo my brain can’t even comprehend.

“Jesus, Ember. Fuck.” Hudson feels it, too.

Jake’s hand steadies, as he pulls back and reaches for the lube again, refilling his palm, then massaging it over the crown of his head and down his cock. He steps forward, crouching slightly.

Oh my god. Oh… my god. Oh. My . God!

He is going to fuck her. In. The. Ass.

While Christian is fucking her pussy.

It’s not going to fit.

Holy shit.

She won’t survive.

My eyes widen as I peer over my shoulder at Hudson. His focus is on them as well, shock-filled lust covering his face, just like mine.

A tiny twist of his neck has his dark orbs now staring into mine. His cock throbs inside of me, and I can feel how much he loves all of this.

“You’re so goddamn lucky I don’t have two cocks.” He smirks.

“Would you like that?” I ask, unsure of how to say it. “Taking me like that?”

“I’d rather grow another dick just to cut it off after than share you with anyone. But if that’s something you want, I want to be the one to give it to you,” he states with ease. “I want to give you everything you need,” he finishes with a whisper.

Elena’s guttural moan breaks our gaze. Jake’s cock is half way inside her. His thrusts are slow and calculated as he gently moves her hair behind her ear and whispers into it. Christian is completely still. His forehead rests at her breastbone, jaw slacked, with a pinched expression. He’s suffering and enjoying every minute of it.

“More, Jake. More,” Elena begs.

“Mmmm, fuck.” Jake pushes deeper, his cock completely disappearing between them. All three moan in unison, like practiced choreography, but by the look of their flushed skin and stalled movements, they’ve never done this before.

“Christ, baby. I can feel his cock inside you,” Jake grits through clenched teeth.

“Please don’t move yet. Don’t fucking move,” Christian begs at the same time Hudson pinches my nipple and I release an uncontrollable whimper that Hudson catches with his palm, covering my mouth and pulling me flush against his chest.

I roll my hips over the throne that Hudson has set me on, bouncing on his cock with a new sense of urgency running through my veins. My orgasm builds as his cock grows impossibly hard .

“I can’t wait any longer. Fuck me. Please, fuck me,” Elena demands while Jake and Christian cross a look at each other and begin slowly moving in and out of her.

A mixed tape of growls, pleas, and praises ascends from the glass room into an explosion of pure sin, bringing my orgasm front and center. I clench around Hudson’s throbbing cock as his release barrels through him. My muffled pleas of ecstasy escape between his fingers that invade my mouth as Hudson grips me tighter, working through his own climax.

The three of them are still on a pleasure high, asking for more, begging and pleading. Statements of need and lust all mix together and echo through the room, but I can only hear Hudson’s heady voice in my ear.

“I’ll never get enough of this. I’ll never get enough of you.”