Howie’s hands explored my body, pinching my nipples, stroking my clit, and with Lester pounding my pussy, it didn’t take long for me to come undone again, screaming my release around Darren’s cock as he came down my throat. When Lester came, Howie took his place, and I lost track of the number of times I came, whose cock was where, lost in the pleasure of the experience. I never wanted the night to end.
16
Grant
Fucking Ella was the most pleasure I had ever experienced. I bit back my annoyance when Saul interrupted before I had a chance to come. But I had to admit: watching Ella twist with pleasure under the hands of my bandmates was the most arousing sight of my life. I sat back, cock throbbing, as I watched her come over and over, her lithe body slick with sweat. I ached to take myself in my hands and end my torture, but I resisted, knowing it would be so much better to come inside Ella’s tight, eager pussy.
One by one, the guys finished, until they were all fully sated, exhausted. Ella, in the middle, murmured sleepily and stretched. I hoped she wouldn’t fall asleep before I had my chance with her again.
Her eyes flickered, and she looked at me. “I think I’ve worn them all out,” she said with a little giggle.
“Come here,” I said, leaning back on the couch.
Carefully, Ella wiggled her way out from between the sleeping men and came to sit next to me.
“Not there,” I said. “Here.” I pulled her into my lap, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin. “Are you having a good time?” I asked, running my hand down her spine and delighting in the little shiver it elicited.
Ella sighed. “I’m having an incredible time,” she said, snuggling against me. I felt my cock throb against my leg.
“Are you ready for more?” I asked. “I understand if you’re worn out . . .”
Ella wiggled against me, pulling a tortured groan from my throat. “I am,” she said, giggling.
Slowly, gently, I lowered her onto her back on the couch. This time, I didn’t have to take my time to enter her; she was so wet and ready. She arched underneath me, her hips rocking in rhythm with mine, and I truly felt at peace for the first time in a year. I couldn’t get enough of pleasuring her, of finding new ways to make her gasp and moan.
Her eyes locked on mine. “You’re so quiet,” she said. “The others roared.”
I gave a little laugh. “Are you asking if I’ve come yet?”
A pretty blush rose over her cheeks, and I marveled that even when I was balls deep inside her, she could still blush at a little dirty talk.
I picked up speed. “Do you want me to come, Ella?” She whimpered. I drove into her, hard. “Do you want me to come inside you?”
“Yes!” she screamed, and I felt her pussy clench on my cock. “Yes, Grant, oh God . . .”
The sound of my name on her lips as she came was more than I could stand, and I came harder than I had in my life, each of our orgasms prolonging the other’s. Finally, I collapsed into her arms, exhausted.
Ella murmured sleepily, wrapping her arms around me. “I’ve been waiting for that all night,” she said.
I smiled against her soft skin. “Well, it is morning now . . .”
Suddenly, Ella stiffened underneath me. “It’s morning?” she said, scrambling into a sitting position.
“Um . . . yeah.” I glanced at my watch. “It’s a little after six.”
To my surprise, Ella went pale. “I have to go!” she said, trying to pull away. I caught her by the wrist.
“Go?” I blinked. “Go where? Ella, slow down.”
She looked at me, eyes wide with panic. “Please, Grant,” she said. “Let me go.”
I released her, and she flew around the room, gathering her discarded clothes. She slipped her dress, the black PVC ball gown I had so admired on her the night before, over her head and struggled with the zipper.
“Let me,” I said, crossing the room to help her with the zipper.
“Thank you,” she said, coming up on her tiptoes to plant a rushed kiss on my lips.
“Please slow down,” I begged. “Just tell me what’s going on.”
Ella shook her head. “I don’t have time,” she said. “I have to catch up with the others. We’re supposed to leave today. I have to go.” Before I could stop her, she was gone, leaving me blinking in her wake.
At the sound of the door slamming behind her, the others began to stir. “What time is it?” Saul asked, rubbing his eyes and stretching.
“She’s gone,” I said, stunned disbelief in my voice. “She just took off.”
That woke everyone up with a start. “What do you mean, she’s gone?” Darren asked. “Where did she go?”