93. Chapter 91
Emery
My heart is pounding as I turn around to face them all while on display, completely naked.
The flickering lights from the TV move across their faces as their eyes hungrily take me in, roaming over my breasts and down to my stomach, to my freshly shaven pussy.
My nipples tighten under their stares, and the heat in my core begins to simmer.
I think, deep down, when I was getting ready for tonight, I knew I would end up here.
Struggling to not cover myself with my arms, I step down from the coffee table and almost stumble into Xavier’s lap. No, not Xavier. Hunter, his eyes filled with shadows. None of them reach out a hand to help me, and I am reminded about how they liked to watch me struggle.
Straightening, I turn to Daddy, thinking I should start with him first, but he has rearranged his body so that it’s tucked into the corner of the couch, shirt undone, and cock straining against his briefs through the open gap in his pants.
He shakes his head at me. “Darcy first, just like that first night.”
First night? In the hotel?
I shoot a look over my shoulder at Darcy, and I’m instantly slammed with the knowledge that my dark angel is staring back at me. Gone is the soft artist with his emotions on his sleeve, and instead, I see a man who would burn down the world to have me.
I make my way past Hunter and Hudson, stepping around their legs until I get to Angel. That first night, he was in more of a standing position, which made my approach a lot easier. But he is practically horizontal with how slouched back he is.
His eyes rove over me, a smirk filling his lips as he watches, toying with me without actually touching me. Sucking in a breath, I start to raise my knee, intending to straddle him, when Daddy’s voice rings out again.
“Beg him to let you kiss him.”
My core clenches at the demand and heat shoots from my belly button straight to my clit. “Daddy, please, can I kiss you?”
Darcy’s eyes lazily make their way back up my body until he is looking me in the eye. “Yes, princess.”
I start to raise my knee again, but Daddy interrupts me again. “Ask him where he wants his kiss.”
“Where would you like your kiss, Daddy?” I ask obediently, feeling like a marionette doll having her strings pulled and fucking loving it.
“My lips,” he replies, bringing a hand up to touch them with his fingers.
As I nod in understanding, Daddy demands one final question. “Ask him which lips he wants you to kiss him with.”
Which lips? What?
Oh.
Oh fuck.
Mouth suddenly dry, I try to swallow before forcing the question out. “Whi-which lips would you like me to kiss you with?”
Angel’s heated gaze burns a path along my neck, over my breasts, down my stomach, stopping on my pussy, before flicking back up to my face. “Come and sit on my face, princess. I want to kiss your little cunt.”
Holy fuck.
His filthy words make my clit throb as I shuffle closer and step onto the couch next to his thigh. The leather cushion depresses under my weight, and I have an awkward moment where I feel like I’m going to tumble over.
Again, no one offers me a hand, and when I right myself, I glance up at Angel. He has that dark smile on his face, the one that says he likes it when I feel embarrassed. My nerves make my stomach jump, but I force myself to keep moving and stand so that I am straddling his thighs.
Angel tips his head all the way back onto the cushion until he is able to look up at the ceiling, hands laced together over his chest, clearly having no plans to guide me into the position he wants.
Sitting on someone’s face isn’t something I’ve ever done before, but hopefully it’s just like when Daddy had me ride his cock last night. All I need to do is put a knee on either side of his face and sit, right?
Nerves burn through some of my need as I lean forward and grab the hard back of the couch, bringing a knee up and over Angel’s shoulder. I look down as I position my leg and get caught by two dark blue eyes staring up at me.
My breath hitches, but I keep going. Still bracing my weight with my hands, I bring my other knee up until I’m all but kneeling on his shoulders and the back cushion. His stubble brushes against my thighs, sending sparks of heat up into my clit.
“You need to sit, princess. Otherwise, how am I going to kiss that pretty pussy?” Angel drawls as his gaze dips down to my breasts and back up.
Did he just…
“You actually want me to sit on your face? Like, sit sit?” A mental image of me sitting on his face flashes through my mind, and it’s like a jolt of electricity shoots through my pussy and up to my tits.
He smirks and turns to press a kiss against my inner thigh. “Yes, like sit sit. Now, are you going to be a good girl and use my face for a seat?”
My mouth pops open and my throat goes dry, because holy fuck, I’m about to sit on Angel’s face. Slowly, I start to lower myself, maintaining eye contact with Angel the entire time. The first thing I feel is his facial hair and his warm exhale before there is a warm, wet firmness at my entrance.
“Ah,” I moan, fighting the urge to spread my thighs wider and sink down, not wanting to squash him under me.
Angel’s tongue slides up between my lips, not quite reaching my clit.
My hips twitch as I try to stay still and balanced on his shoulders, thighs starting to ache from supporting myself.
He follows the same path, down and then back up, before I feel hands cup the backs of my thighs, pushing me up slightly.
Eyes popping open—when did I even close them?—I stare down at him, my vision a little hazy. “Wh-what?”
“Princess, have you ever done this before?” he asks, a tiny furrow between his brows.
I shake my head, mouth unable to form words.
Something primal flickers in his eyes as his hands adjust their grip, so they are cupping my ass. “When I said sit on my face, it wasn’t a request. I want all of your weight pressing down on my mouth.”
“You won’t be able to breathe!” I argue, my heart beating wildly in my chest.
There is a sharp pinch of pain on my ass that makes me jump, but then I moan as he presses his fingers into the sore spot. “Princess, that is the whole point. Now, last warning—sit on my face, or we can turn our reunion into something a little less fun. For you, at least.”
For half a second, I consider not doing as I’m told, just to see what the less fun thing is, because the little thrill of pleasure that shot through me at the threat almost makes me think it would be worth it.
But the urge to be good for him is stronger, and I slowly lower myself again, this time going all the way down.
His hands guide me onto his mouth, and as soon as we connect, his tongue slides into my pussy, swirls, then starts to lap at my entrance.
“Oh fuck,” I moan, one of my hands leaving the back of the couch to grip Angel’s hair.
He makes a rumbling noise that I feel in my core before he uses his hands to get me to start rocking my hips. As he tips my hips back, his tongue slides up to my clit and circles it, over and over.
Something hard scrapes over my clit, and then there is the tiniest amount of pressure before a zing of pain.
A bite. Heat is pouring into my core faster than I’m able to keep up with, and I rock my hips with less of his help.
Everything feels wet and slippery, and I’m not sure if that’s from him or me or both, but it makes each glide of his tongue so smooth and perfect that I can barely breathe.
I want his tongue back inside of me, but I also want it on my clit, making little lines of fire burn outward from my core and up into my pussy. Angel keeps working me, rocking my hips, pulling me tighter to him, thrusting his tongue into me broken up by delicate little bites.
It’s driving me insane.
I feel feverish. I need to come.
“Please,” I beg, not really sure what I need to ask for, but wanting whatever he will give me.
“Kitten, you need to be quiet. We’re trying to watch the hockey.”