Page 34 of Unwrapping Ember
The room bursts into cheers and playful shouts, and I feel Koda freeze beside me, the warmth of his body suddenly feeling more intense. My heart races, merging excitement with a nervous intensity that forces me to swallow hard.
Koda’s gaze meets mine, his eyes deep with unspoken questions and something else I can’t quite place. In the whirlwind of the moment, I know I could backtrack, laugh it off, or choose to shy away. But as the playful shouts keep pressing me forward, I realize that my own desire and defiance overpower any lingering hesitation. Drawing in a steadying breath, I lean closer to him, our emotions palpable in the air between us.
“You ready for this?” I murmur, my voice almost swallowed by the raucous cheers.
He smirks in that enigmatic way, but I can see the spark of something more in his eyes—a mix of challenge, expectancy, and perhaps relief.
“Only if you are.”
And before any other words come forth, our lips crash together, a blend of tension and craving igniting in the brief contact. The room falls silent, a moment suspended in time—just Koda and me, half-hidden under the shimmering haziness of laughter, vodka, and what feels like the promise of something deeper.
But as I pull back, the fog lifts just a bit, and reality floods back in. Breaths are held; eyes dart around us. A kaleidoscope of emotions dances among my friends, but for now, all I can focus on is the spark igniting between Koda and me, the secret growing undeniable.
Everest
Running a strip of red ribbon through my fingers, I attempt to shift my thoughts away from the turmoil in my mind. I envision the ribbon tied around Ember's neck as I lean over her, drawing her closer over the coffee table, lost in a moment of desire. I picture her blindfolded, my tongue teasing her, a playful torment before bending her back over the table.
Yet, in the midst of these fantasies, the heartbreaking sadness of my innocent son’s death anchors me down, front and center, an unshakeable weight on my shoulders. The guilt and anguish of losing him are relentless, consuming me from within. Still, I know I have to find a way forward, to push through the shadows and seek a flicker of peace. Maybe immersing myself in work might help—to dive into my job and carve out a distraction from the overwhelming grief that still lingers.
While I sit lost in my thoughts, I sense a change in Ember's expression; my distraction must have interrupted the mood. I need to find a way to revitalize the atmosphere, to transform it into something exhilarating and fun.
"Ember, if I recall correctly, it’s your turn," I remark, catching a hint of a smile on her face—but I crave a broader one.
"Ev, we don't have to keep playing," she replies.
"Who said that?We're in this until it's your turn, little Vixen."
Koda glances at me, his eyes bloodshot and glassy. I catch Baine muttering something incomprehensible under his breath, but at least everyone is smiling—sort of.
"Alright, if you're up for it, I'm all in," she comments, flashing me a playful smirk as she tucks a long strand of her lavender hair behind her ear, showing me her beautiful face.
"Good girl."
As Ember moves from Koda's lap to mine, she settles onto me, her enticing form pressing against the hardness of my cock beneath her. The red ribbon drapes across her lap, accentuating the moment.
"So, little Vixen: truth or dare?" A playful grin dances on her lips, and I can sense her leaning towards a bold choice.
"Dare," she says, her tone filled with challenge.
Slowly, I begin to wind the ribbon around her neck, forming a loose bow at the front, like a collar.
"I dare you to let me bend you over the coffee table and have Koda and Baine watch while I fuck you."
Koda shoots me a glare—I know he cares for her and doesn’t want to share—but she seems intrigued. I understand his feelings, but if she’s willing, what’s the harm in indulging?
“Ev—” Koda begins, seemingly ready to protest.
But Ember stops him, contemplating my dare. “Then fuck me, Everest.”
The challenge hangs in the air, a blend of excitement and tension that thickens the atmosphere around us. My heart races, not just from the thrill of her words but from the realization that we’re teetering on the edge of something dangerously reckless. The dim light flickers as I glance at Baine, whose eyes are wide with a mix of disbelief and intrigue, equally caught up in the spontaneous game.
“Is that what you really want?” I ask, my voice low, almost a whisper, teasing her with the possibility.
Emberbites her lip, a glimmer of defiance dancing in her eyes as she nods, her breath quickening ever so slightly. There’s a magnetic pull in the moment, an intoxicating interplay of desire and the risks that always seem to shadow us.
"Alright, then," I say, my resolve strengthening. I lean closer, brushing my lips against her ear. "But remember, you asked for this."
With deliberate slowness, I rise, lifting her with me, her body warm against mine. Koda shifts uncomfortably, a mix of reluctance and curiosity, but there's no turning back now. She guides me, her fingers curling into my shirt, urging me toward the coffee table. I turn her so that her back faces me, the ribbon trailing behind like a crimson promise.