Fuck.
Pleasure surges again, and I know I have to stop fantasizing about the things I want in the future. I have to stay present.
Xavier pulls out of her, and I greedily watch her entrance for any sign of his cum, but besides his cock having her wetness covering his length and a small drop clinging to his piercing, there is no sign of his orgasm. He moves out of the way, and Darcy immediately takes his place.
The look of relief that crosses his features as his pelvis connects with her ass is like a man dying of thirst and getting his first mouthful of water. I’m confident that if he could worship at Emery’s altar, he would. I’d join him in a heartbeat.
I’ll kneel before this girl any time she asks it of me.
I’m hers.
Mind. Body. Soul.
She owns me.
And even though we will put a collar around that gorgeous neck one day soon, staking our claim over her, it’s she who will be our master. We are going to pry every single one of her dreams out of her and make sure that they happen for her. No matter the enormity. We have the rest of our lives to make sure she lives the best version of hers.
Darcy’s rhythm starts out slow, and I go back to watching hockey. I missed a penalty as I watched our own personal version of a shift change. The elder Alderidge is in the penaltybox, chewing on his mouthguard as he glares at his brother when his shift lands on the ice.
“Fuck, she’s so wet.” Darcy groans as he reaches in front of him to grab her waist with both hands. His pace picks up, and I have to let go of my cock so that my hand doesn’t mimic his pace.
Creating a fist, I place it on my thigh, ignoring the need that burns like an inferno in my core, and glance over my shoulder to where Xavier disappeared into the dungeon area of the apartment.
Emery makes a sharp noise, and I whip back around and watch as Darcy rubs his thumb over her clit with one hand and pulls on the chain with the other. Her mouth is open wide, a silent scream, and if we haven’t already lost her, then she will surely be gone soon.
Hovering on the edge of subspace for so long will make her drop so much deeper.
She lets out a long, drawn-out moan, and Darcy’s pace stutters.
“Fuckkk,” he drags out, eyes closing as he thrusts a few more times before falling forward and catching himself on his hands on either side of her body. He heaves in several deep breaths, hair all but free of his hair tie, sweat dripping from a few free strands.
My throat is dry as he pulls out, her pussy gapping a little as he uses his hand to pump his cock with the head resting just inside of her, milking the last of his cum out. With a shiver, he sits back on his heels and stares at her opening, chest heaving as he catches his breath.
Gritting my teeth, I look away, my cock bobbing against my stomach as I struggle to keep my need inside of me. My balls are tight and the base of my spine is burning. Unclenching my abs results in precum leaking from my tip.
Fuck, indeed.
“Do you think she can come again?” Hudson asks, stroking his cock as Darcy drunkenly gets back to his feet and moves out of the way.
“Maybe. I think she is right at her limit, though,” Darcy replies, voice hoarse from his orgasm.
“Hmmm,” Hudson hums as he looks down at her pink, wet, puffy pussy lips. “I’m going to try for one more.”
With Emery still lying on the table, he heads over to where we keep the vibrators and comes back with a battery-operated wand a minute later. Black, with rose-gold finishings, perfect for traveling with.
He wastes no time, kneeling between her legs, lining up his cock, and sliding in with one long, deep thrust. Emery barely reacts, the extra-long breath she takes before relaxing again the only sign she is aware something is happening. Hudson starts fucking her, keeping everything long and deep, like he isn’t in a hurry to go anywhere.
I go back to watching the game, almost needing to jam my hands under my thighs to stop myself from taking the edge off. The game is all but over, with only two minutes left on the clock, but I’m sure that will take another ten with timeouts and penalties.
A quiet hum starts up, barely audible above the game, and I glance at my baby girl. Her mouth is still open, head turned to the side, and she is pulling her knees tighter to her chest, applying pressure to her own wrists. Her fingers splay out, like she is reaching for someone to save her from the onslaught of sensations.
But no one is coming.
Not to save her, at least.
“Come on, kitten. You can do it. One more, for me.” The vibration increases, as do Hudson’s thrusts.
Her entire body is rocking with his movements, and he ups the vibration speed again, causing her pelvis to arc away from the table, knees pulling higher and applying even more tension to her wrists.
