by Rye Hart
“The blindfold remains on, at all times,” Jude said. “Ember will have no idea who's doing what to her. If she doesn't like what you're doing, she can call a time out. Otherwise, you're free to do whatever you wish so long as it pleases her. Do you agree to these terms, Ember?”
“Yes,” I said.
My voice didn't even crack. Kudos to me.
“Everybody else? Agree?”
The others agreed as well.
I wouldn't know who was fucking me at any given time. This was a new idea – something we hadn't discussed before. But, I couldn't deny that the idea caused a tightness down below, a craving for their hands to touch me, some hint as to what was to happen next.
Within a moment after everybody had agreed, I felt two hands had doing just that. Someone stepped up and had gently nudged my knees apart. I thought maybe I could figure out who it was by the size of their hands, but it was harder than I imagined it to be. I felt the hands roaming my body. Exploring me. Touching me. But, I couldn't figure out who it was.
I shivered, trying to guess where he might touch me next, waiting for something to happen as my body continued to grow hungrier and more insistent with need.
With my legs spread, I felt fingers pulling at my panties, slipping them to the side. I gasped as a finger entered me, and all I knew is it wasn't Jude's. It felt different, larger and rougher. He shoved it inside of me as I cried out. My body trembled, and adrenaline surged through me like a river of electricity, making my heart stutter hard, my every nerve ending feeling like it was on fire.
A tongue flicked at my clit, circling it. I groaned, my head falling back. That's when I felt more hands holding my face, and lips were suddenly pressed against my mouth. New lips that tasted nothing like Jude's. His tongue was harsher too. Like the man who was going down me, this one's tongue darted between my lips and raked along the roof of my mouth.
His hands held my face firmly as he kissed me upside down. He pulled me backward, downward, until I was lying on my back. The man between my legs was still going to town, fucking me with his tongue as I whimpered and cried out against another man's lips.
My body was rocked with sensations and I felt like a live wire. It was all so fucking amazing.
The man kissing me pulled his lips from my mouth as the man going down on me pulled his sweet tongue away at the same time. I groaned, my voice pleading.
“Please don't stop!” I gasped.
Something brushed against my lips. I parted them slightly and felt the tip of a cock pressed against my mouth. I opened wider, swallowing as much of the unseen cock as I could. I heard him groan as I rolled my head back, allowing him to go deeper into my throat. Whoever it was let out a grunt of appreciation, but it still wasn't enough to tell me who it was.
As I licked and sucked the first man, I felt another cock pressed against my opening below. He was rubbing the head of his dick all over my pussy, teasing my clit and slipping just the tip inside of me. Arching my back, I groaned around the dick in my mouth, my pussy growing wetter as I waited to be penetrated.
The man suddenly thrust himself into me, sending a wave of spasms throughout my body. His groan was low and animalistic, as he filled me up completely with his throbbing cock. I cried out, but it was muffled since my throat was filled with another man's dick. He pumped that hard shaft in and out of my mouth at a steady pace, and I could do nothing but lay there, being taken from both ends, being filled up completely.
It surprised me to no end, but I loved it.
I wrapped my legs around the body of the man fucking me, pulling him deeper into me. He fell forward a bit, bracing himself with his arms on either side of me. The muscles in his arms were tense and corded as he held himself up while he plunged into me, a sensual growl rumbling through his chest and out of his mouth as he drove himself into me over and over again.
The man fucking my mouth started to slow down, his breathing was growing ragged and he was groaning a lot more now. Given how tense his body was, I could tell he was close. He pulled himself away from my lips and I teased him with my tongue instead, licking and sucking the tip of him while the other man continued to fuck me, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body.
Jude's voice piped up in the distance. “Come for them, Ember,” he said. “Give us all what we want.”
Hearing Jude's voice, so low and seductive, filled me with a pleasure so intense, I almost came right then and there. His deep, throaty growl reminded me of the way he sounded when he was fucking me. So masculine, so dominant. I was his, and I knew it. If he wanted me to come, I wouldn't deny him.
Not that I could have stopped it anyway.
My body shuddered as the first orgasm hit me hard, shaking me down to my very core. I cried out, my voice loud and clear.
“Oh God,” I called “I'm coming, Jude!”
“Good girl,” he said.
His breath was heavy now – and closer. He was close by, watching all of this, and his voice was saturated with passion. Dripped with desire.
“Come hard, baby girl,” he purred. “Let me hear you scream.”
“Yes, yes,” I said
My pussy tightened around the large cock inside of me. I felt it pulsing, and I knew whoever was inside of me, was close to bursting as well.
“Oh God, yes!” I moaned. “Jude, oh Jude!”
I cried out my man's name even though he wasn't the one fucking me. It felt natural, and from the low groan coming from Jude, he seemed to appreciate hearing me moaning his name. The man fucking me did too, it seemed. He gripped my hips, held me down and pounded himself as deep as he could go. He gasped, and I felt his body stutter. He lost his rhythm and grunted, and I knew he was filling me with his seed. A deep rumble worked through his body, shaking us both as he let out a long breath, unloading himself into me.
We came together, my body shaking with one orgasm after another, until every last drop of his cum was inside of me. He collapsed, but only for a second. The man at my mouth had backed away, allowing the man inside of me to brush his lips against mine.
“Thank you,” the voice said.
He was whispering. His voice so soft, I couldn't identify who was speaking, which was probably the intent – to keep me guessing and preserve the mystery.
“Now I see why Jude is so fucking crazy about you,” the mystery man whispered.
Then the voice clicked in my mind. Dominic. God, yes. Dominic had just filled me with his seed. I ran my hands over his chest to find his shirt was still on. Bummer. I reached down to where our bodies were connected, just to touch him. To feel him. As he slipped from me, the warm liquid rushed out of me, covering my hands in his sticky seed.
A collective groan sounded around us. Everyone had been watching – and everyone was apparently pleased with the view. Especially Jude who whispered in my ear, his voice tight and filled with the sound of carnal hunger.
“Oh yes, Ember,” he said. “You're soaking wet, baby.”
Dominic stood up and he was gone. Just like that. I couldn't wait for the next round. In my wildest dreams, I never imagined myself doing something like I was doing – but I couldn't deny that it felt so damn good.
Someone took my hand and sat me up, flipping me over onto my stomach, then helped me up to my hands and knees. He took no time rubbing his cock against me, probably figuring I was already warmed up and ready. No, he went straight in, penetrating me deep and hard. He moaned softly as he throbbed inside of me, holding tightly to my hips, keeping me in place. My head fell forward as he pumped his dick into me, making me gasp and moan. His cock was thicker than I was used to. I was stretched wider than I expected, and even though it hurt a tiny bit, it felt so very good. That pinch of pain made the overwhelming wave of pleasure that much sharper. The man seemed to know he was well-endowed, and he was gentle – at first. He moved slowly and let my body get acclimated to his size. He tightened his grip on my hips, pulling me to him as he pushed himself deeper in me.
“
Fuck, she's still so tight,” he groaned
His voice was low, but it almost sounded like Zane's. I couldn't be sure though. The blindfold made me blind to the world around me. Let me have nothing but physical sensation. Groans start to sound alike in the heat of the moment. I couldn't lie though – not having vision and only being able to feel seemed to increase the intensity by a thousand.
I cried out as he buried himself deeper into me, hitting my cervix with the tip of his dick. Pain surged through me but was mixed with just enough pleasure to make it all feel so fucking good. I wanted to pull the blindfold from my eyes, desperate to see who was fucking me. As soon as I reached for the fabric though, someone pushed my hand away.
“No, no,” Jude said. “That's against the rules, Ember. Be a good girl for me.”
“Yes, Jude,” I mumbled, my head falling forward.
The man behind me slapped my ass hard, and I whimpered. The stinging pain melded with the pleasure that gripped my body – enhancing it. My body rocked back and forth as he continued fucking me from behind.
A grunt sounded low in his chest, and his hands gripped my hair, pulling my head back. He drove his thick shaft deep inside of me, and a long, loud scream that had built up inside of me exploded from my lips as the man buried himself deep inside of me one last time.
Our bodies shook as we came together. He held onto me as he poured himself deep inside of me, then I collapsed on my stomach, feeling his fluids spilling out of me. The man rubbed my back gently, then leaned over me and kissed me on the back of the neck.
It felt so sensual, almost romantic, even though I didn't have the first clue who it was. I relaxed as he kissed my neck and whispered into my ear.
“I hope you came hard,” he said. “Because I sure did.”
Zane. My entire body was weak now, and I knew there was one more person left. My body was quivering with pleasure, one intense orgasm after another brought on by two totally different men.
“How are you feeling Ember?”
Jude's voice was close at hand, whispering in my ear again. His hand stroked my cheek.
“Good,” I said. “Very good, in fact.”
“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 them –”
