That she is ours. That her time is ours. Her pleasure. Her needs. Her wants. Her desires. All, ours.
It doesn’t take long for the noises to start back up, the hitches in her breathing and the low, keening moans, like her orgasm is just out of reach. Picking up the remote from where I left it on the couch, I increase the volume, needing to hear a lot fucking less from the couple next to me.
Just as her little boyfriend’s line is called back out onto the ice, Emery lets out a broken plea. “Please, can I come? Can I come? Ah, fuck, I-I need to come.”
“Baby, you are going to come as many times as possible tonight.”
My head whips around to look at Derek. Does he mean…
I raise an eyebrow at him, and the fucker smirks back at me.
Post-orgasm torture.
Fucking fabulous.
I turn back to face Emery and Darcy just in time to watch her throw her head back and moan so deeply and loudly that we hearit over the goal song streaming from the TV. Her neck strains as Darcy takes over her rocking motions, dragging out her orgasm until she is twitching in his hands.
She slumps forward, and Darcy slowly lowers her down over his chest until she is straddling his waist, cuddling her to him while she catches her breath. Knowing what she has coming for her, I let her have the moment.
There is an art to giving too much pleasure. It has to be a slow build. Going in too quickly will burn everything up and cause less pleasure and more pain. We want to ride that line of pleasure that feels so painfully good you can’t help but beg for more.
“Hudson’s turn, baby,” Derek calls out, quietly calm, but there is no doubt that it’s an order.
Darcy murmurs something in her ear, and she shivers before pushing herself up from his chest, giving him a shy smile as she climbs off his lap. My gaze dips down to the wet stain on the bottom of his dark blue shirt and then up to his face, where a smirk is waiting for me.
Asshole.
I divert my attention to Emery, her skin flushed and eyes wide as she watches me. She starts to raise her foot to step up onto the couch again, but Derek puts a stop to that before she can get too far.
“Ah, ah, ah, baby girl. Don’t be rude. Use your manners like I taught you.”
Her gaze darts to Derek and back to me, the flush over her cheeks deepening as she lowers her foot and grips her fingers together in front of her thighs. “Daddy, please, can I kiss you?”
I raise an eyebrow, my chest tightening as I decide to push her. “That’s not what you call me.”
Her brows furrow with confusion for half a second before her eyes go wide. Her gaze darts among the other three beforelanding back on me. “Really?” she squeaks, fingers twisting tighter.
“Really,” I reply dryly, more than a little desperate to hear her call me Viper.
She takes a shuddering breath, then looks me straight in the eye. “Viper, can I kiss you, please?”
Warmth floods my system as I decide exactly where I want my kiss. “Yes, kitten, you may.”
Emery flicks a look over at Derek before asking her next question. “Where would you like your kiss?”
I reach for the waistband of my pants and raise my hips, lowering my pants and briefs enough that my cock is freed. Her gaze dips to my cock, then her eyes return to mine, pupils wide as that little pink tongue wets her lower lip. “What lips do you want me to kiss you with?”
Sitting up, I cup her jaw and run my thumb back and forth over that wet bottom lip. “I want you to wrap these lips around my cock while I fuck your face.”
The words take a moment to process. While I wait, I remove my pants and kick them away before dropping a cushion between my legs and reclining back on the couch, ready and waiting.
Emery’s mouth is parted as she steps between my spread feet and uses my knees to support herself as she lowers into a kneeling position. Her eyes are laser focused on my cock as she reaches for it and aims it at her mouth. Her hot breath fans over my head, and I have to clamp down tight on every muscle to stop the flood of lust that flashes through my system as her tongue touches the underside of my cock.
Her lips close around the tip, and she gently sucks, hand still holding the base, tongue twirling around me as she pulls back a little. With my cock head still in her mouth, I reach for her wristand pull until she lets go. Mouth still full, pretty fucking lips stretched, she looks up at me, her expression questioning.
“Kisses don’t use hands,” I state, struggling to maintain control of myself as she bobs her head in a nod.
Fingers still wrapped around her wrist, I guide her hand to my thigh, and my perfect little kitten places her other hand in the same position on the other leg, then proceeds to suck on the head like a lollipop.
