Her Pucking One Night Stand (Game On Daddies #1)

7. ERIC ODDS

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ERIC "ODDS"

When Sven rolls over in a half stupor after taking the lead— bastard —Levi takes command. And I mean the command thing literally—since he gets off on controlling his hotties. He tugs her a couple of feet away from where our captain is slumped on the edge of the mattress and situates her body how he wants.

Tonight, that means sitting her upright with her ass on her heels.

“I want to do some things to you while I’m in charge, things you might be unfamiliar with that could brush against your limits. Are you okay with that?”

She might not realize it, but he’s already positioned her into one of his favorite submissive poses.

She holds his gaze for a moment before finally nodding.

“No,” Levi chastises her without heat. “I need your verbal consent.”

She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, pressing into it with her teeth. “What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to ruin you for anyone who comes after me. By the time I’m done, you’ll come so hard you won’t even remember your own name.”

Her brow arches as her eyes flick to Sven and me. “Harder than your friends?”

“That’s a promise.”

I scoff, and the cap shoots the control freak a dirty look. Sure, we’re all cocky assholes in our own right, but Levi? He takes the crown. He’ll brag about being the best, just like Sven does—and fine, I do it too. But the truth is, when it comes to leaving hotties satisfied and begging for more, cap and I have a slight advantage.

And the thing is, Levi knows that. He also knows that not every woman is into his particular brand of kink. Hell, there have been women who’ve listened to this exact pitch from him and walked away. Our hottie here could do the same.

But something tells me she won’t.

Levi doesn’t need all the extra pennant-waving and cheering that comes with some light BDSM—he knows how to work a woman over just fine without it. It’s just that he gets off on it, on the push and pull of control, on a woman who digs the kinky behavior and plays right along. And so far, she’s trusted us, let herself sink into this with an openness that’s rare.

She also really does feel like heaven. Too much so.

We’ve been with plenty of hotties, but there’s something about her that sets her apart. Maybe it’s the way she smells—clean, powdery, fresh, without that artificial perfume cloud that usually has me fighting off a sneeze. Or maybe it goes deeper than that.

I love flirting, turning on the charm, playing the game—but with her, I don’t feel the need to. There’s no pretense, no calculated seduction. She doesn’t try too hard, she’s real—genuine in a way that catches me off guard.

And damn… what if she changes the game for all of us? What if she makes us forget the chase, the competition—everything that’s always defined how we play these nights out? What if instead of taking turns, instead of keeping score, we just give in ? No rules, no boundaries—just unparalleled pleasure with her, all at once.

When she peeks up at Levi, it’s like she’s nervous, and I take a step toward them, opening my mouth to call off whatever the fuck he’s got in mind. But I never do this. I never interfere. For all his more questionable tendencies in bed, I don’t for one minute believe he’d ever purposely hurt a woman. What he has are indulgent desires, not reckless behavior.

When Levi glances over his shoulder at me, confused and pissed off, I check myself. For a second, I forgot about the rules that we follow when we share a hottie, and I almost broke one of them thinking about how this one could be a game changer.

He drags his thumb back and forth down the narrow silver chain around his neck, the high-pitched scratch of it pinging around the bedroom. Then, he holds her chin in his hand, his thumb skittering over the curve of her jaw before tracing lower, following the elegant line of her neck. His touch is slow, deliberate, gliding over her collarbone, then down the slope of her shoulder, his fingers grazing her skin like he’s memorizing every inch. As he drifts lower, he cups the swell of her breast, his thumb brushing over the peak, teasing, testing—like he’s savoring the moment before claiming it entirely.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise,” Levi tells her.

This helps me relax a little, so I step back and give him space. He must really want her—to be putting in this much effort just to reassure her. That kind of patience isn’t something I see from him often, and it only adds to my curiosity about what makes her so different.

And then, something indescribable sparks between them as they stare at each other. Her pretty brown eyes—wide and innocent—soften, becoming trusting again, as if they’ve shared a private conversation without saying a single word.

“I believe you.”

The bond between them, or whatever it is, breaks, and Levi releases her chin. “I’m going to begin now, but if you need me to throw on the brakes at any point, say quicksand. Understand?”

“I understand,” she says.

The last of us still clothed, he strips down under her watchful gaze, her eyes following his every movement. Once naked, he steps closer, his fingers diving into the cascade of her long, golden-brown hair, twisting it around his fist at the base of her neck with a forceful grip.

“Now, suck my cock.”