“The dining room is this way.” I smile and take him to the room. My apartment has never felt so fancy.
When Adam arrives, he looks a little sheepish, “Cade, please tell me you didn’t buy all these flowers. You make me look bad.”
He hands me a bunch of roses and my heart melts.
“No, she beat me to it too.” Cade calls from the dining room. They seem to be on better terms and I am happy to put the new flowers in a vase and lead Adam to the dining room.
Dinner goes even better than expected. We drink the bubbly that Cade has brought and talk over dinner. Things are relaxed between Adam and Cade and for that I am endlessly grateful. We laugh over sweet desserts and the conversations flows like wine.
I can feel the bubbly going to my head a little, but I don’t really care. We’re having a good time and I’m still very much aware of what I’m doing. I feel a little freer, a little happier, but I’m keenly aware of being nice to both men, of keeping the peace and relishing in it.
When we run out of wine, I stand to grab another one. I step out of the dining room and make my way to the living room, where I keep my wine rack. I bend over and start searching the shelves. Again, relief floods me. Everything is going well. I don’t need to worry and panic about things turning against me if Adam finds something out. I don’t need to worry about being unable to care for my mother and brother.
It is all working out and it is all thanks to Adam and Cade setting aside their differences. I like to think that I helped that process along. I’m so lost in thought that I barely hear the knock on the door.
When I look up, my heart catches. It’s Cade, and the look in his eyes is almost predatory, “Ellen, do you have a minute?” His voice is low and I nod, making my way to his side. He shuts the door quietly, his eyes intense and staring into mine.
When Cade stares at me like this, I can’t help the waves of arousal that seem to flood me. They leave me breathless and I bite my lip, confusion thudding through me. I went from practically being a virgin, to wanting both Adam and Cade so badly that it hurt. I shiver, but there’s no guilt or shame. It feels naughty, but it feels right. I want this.
He doesn’t have to say a word. His hushed voice and the arousal in his pants make it perfectly clear. My heart starts to race and the sweet edge to the evening turns into something else, something risky and passionate. My head spins.
Cade seems to see right through my good girl exterior, the lies that I tell myself and the world around me. He seems to see it all. I can feel the tension rise between us again, lighting me up. It’s incredibly freeing to give into the sexual impulse that courses through me. It makes me shiver and when Cade undoes the buckle of his belt and unbuttons the neat dress pants that he always wears, I feel myself come undone.
I can’t resist, and I find myself stepping closer. His hands find my hair and he pulls me in like he is about to kiss me. My lips are only inches away from his. I can feel his breath on my skin. I get lost in his eyes, so close to him. Then he smiles and the sight sends shivers down my skin.
His hand is gentle, but firm, as he pulls my hair gently, pushing me down. Instead of feeling his lips on mine, my knees gently hit the carpet and I gaze up at him. Strong, confident, his hand tangled in my hair. He knows what he wants and he expects me to give it to him.
I cannot help the thrill that moves through me, burning my skin as he shifts his underwear and pulls his cock out from its depths. He’s big and the thought sends heat to my pussy. He doesn’t say a word, just pulls me closer. I part my lips, accepting, and feel his cock pushing against my tongue. I moan.
He tastes good, musky and masculine and perfect. I shiver as I realize what I’m doing with another man in the other room. I’m on my knees, sucking off Cade. One hand stays in my hair, but the other moves low, fondling my breasts through my dress. He squeezes and pinches and I moan, squirming as the heat builds in my skin, feeling overwhelming.
I know that Adam is close. I feel a thrill. We’re all okay now, and I can’t help the giddy hope that he bursts in on us. I hope that this time, instead of leaving us, he joins in. The though thrills me and I find that I want it more than I realizes. I blush deeply.
I never thought I’d feel this way. I never thought I would love it, addicted to the danger. Heat builds, warmth flooding my panties. I wriggle my hips as I hear footsteps approaching. I want to warn Cade, want to say something, anything, but instead I swirl my tongue and suck until Cade moans.
When the door swings open, I find my heart catching in my chest. I try to pull away, but Cade’s hand tightens in my hair, keeping me in place. All I can do is lift my eyes to the door. As I feared, as I hoped, it’s Adam.