21. Chapter 19
Chapter 19
Emery
“I think I might be falling into a food coma,” I mutter as Derek pulls out of the parking lot. Reclining against the backrest of the backseat, I try to slink down to make my stomach feel more comfortable, but it’s no use. Even holding my little food baby doesn’t help.
There was so much food. And it was so damn good. And I couldn’t stop eating.
The creamy, cheesy, bacon—except, according to Derek, it’s guanciale, whatever the fuck that is—flavored sauce was literally the best thing I have ever put in my mouth.
Bar nothing.
I struggled to part with the half bowl of leftover pasta, so Derek organized a doggy bag for me, which is now sitting up front with Xavier.
Reclining my head back, I slowly close my eyes, letting the gentle sway of the SUV start to lull me into a nap. Before I can hand myself over to dreamland, fingers slide up my thighs and beneath my skirt, gathering the fabric until it pulls tight from where I am sitting on it. I open my eyes and look at Hudson. Nope, Viper is back.
“Up,” he demands as he tugs on the fabric, and just like that, I comply.
The cool, air-conditioned air of the car dances along my now uncovered thighs, pussy with the vibrator still in, and lower stomach as Hudson exposes me to everyone in the car. Derek has adjusted his rear-view mirror, and where before I could see his eyes, I can now only see his chest.
I have a feeling I know where this is going, and I’m totally here for it. Especially considering I’m going to be on restriction in less than twenty minutes for at least the next twenty-four hours. Maybe a little longer.
What I am not expecting is for both Darcy and Hudson to hook a hand beneath my knees and to spread me wide, my thighs practically resting on my chest.
“Oh, fuck,” I sputter and quickly shift so that I don’t feel so awkward and twisted.
“Whose pussy is this?” Hudson asks in a similar tone to when he asked me to pass him a napkin in the restaurant. My heart rate instantly picks up.
“Y-yours, Daddy,” I reply, watching him pull his phone out of his pocket and start tapping away at the screen.
“And what do I get to do to my pussy?”
My core heats. Why is being reduced down to just a pussy so damn hot? “Whatever you want, Daddy.”
“And if I want to turn the vibrator on and leave it on until it runs out of power, you won’t complain, will you? You’ll sit here, with your legs spread, and let me play with my pussy. Then, when we get back to the apartment building, you’ll get in the elevator, go to the apartment, and go lie on the bed until the vibrations stop. You’re going to let me torture that sweet little pussy, aren’t you?”
My mouth is hanging open.
Until the batteries run out? How long will that take? It only took like three minutes for me to come last time, and those last few seconds were amazing but also kinda painful, but so, so good.
My pulse pounds in my ears and I try to breathe. I’m surprised to feel excitement thrumming in my veins, with only the mildest touch of trepidation in the pit of my belly. But one glance at Viper and I know I am going to say yes.
Fuck.
“Kitten, I asked you a question. Are you going to let me torture my pussy?” He used his serious voice—it’s deeper and has a slight growl to it that makes my insides quake even more than they currently are.
Viper is hungry.
My throat aches as I nod and force words around the lump in my throat, worried that I’m disappointing him because I haven’t answered him fast enough. “Yes, Daddy. Please torture my pussy.”
There is a groan and accompanying moans from the other men in the car, but right now, I only have eyes for Viper. One side of his lips quirks up, and the sparkle returns to his ice-blue eyes.
“Good girl.”
That’s all the warning I get before he starts the vibrator, both internally and externally.
I gasp, thighs clenching, but the grips he and Darcy have on the backs of my knees force me to stay spread open for them. The internal vibe is so strong that it’s almost overpowering the sensation from the vibe on my clit.
Maybe if I don’t fall into the vibrations so willingly, I can hold off the orgasm and the torture he was talking about?
Taking deep, measured breaths, I close my eyes and try to make the pleasure racing through my veins turn into a background noise. At first, it kind of works. I just float along, letting the toy do its thing and enjoy all the warm and tingling sensations.
“What game is on tonight?” Viper asks no one in particular.
“Cubs, Marlins,” Derek replies, the sound of the blinker punctuating his words.
“Cubs need the win,” Darcy states, his free hand finding mine and lacing his fingers between them and the death grip I have on the seat’s edge.
Are these assholes having a conversation about grown-ass men hitting a ball around a dirt diamond while my pussy is spread open to the windshield and stuffed full of vibrating purple silicone?
The car comes to a complete stop.
“Kitten.”
I snap my eyes open, just as the clit vibrator ramps up. I moan, mouth open, body curling in, heat going from a simmer to a full- on inferno just as Xavier angles his phone and snaps a picture of me.
My brain says I should demand that he delete that picture, but just the idea that he might use it for future jerk-off material has my fight to hold this orgasm back on the ropes.
“Come on, Emmy. Let my pussy come. I want to watch as it spasms around my toy and your cum drips out from the sides.” Viper’s dirty words are only for me to hear, and damn it, they work.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whimper, fingers digging into the bench seat. “Please, Daddy, I . . . I . . .”
Both arms of the vibrator ramp up to what I assume is maximum speed, and my orgasm is ripped out of me. I moan out a scream, my body curling tight at the sudden pleasure that explodes throughout my body.
My entire being is nothing but the nerve endings that are touching the sex toy. Heat is exploding out from my core. My thighs tremble, and my stomach is drawn so tight, I can barely breathe. “Daddy, daddy, daddy . . .”
I keep repeating the endearment over and over, the orgasm going on forever. Even the toy is beginning to feel warm inside of me. Every breath rubs my peaked nipples against the inside of my bra, which causes flashes of pleasure to streak down to my core.
Except now, the pleasure is starting to burn.
“Oh, shit.” I try to clamp my legs down while also reaching between my legs to make the vibes stop, but Darcy keeps my hand pinned and Hudson captures my free one.
“Uh, uh, uh. No touching. This is my pussy and I’m playing with it.” Viper caresses the back of my knee, but I can barely feel the light touch.
My skin feels hot everywhere. Streaks of pleasure are shooting off in every direction and I have the very real feeling that I might pee myself.
“No, Daddy, please. I can’t. It’s too much. Please, please.” I shake my head from side to side, unable to stay pliant, even if I wanted to. I fight against their holds, trying to straighten my legs or move my hands from the leather beneath my ass. “I can’t, it’s burning. No, please.”
“None of those are your safe word, kitten.”
Sweat is beading below my bra and on the back of my neck as I continue to struggle and wonder why the fuck I’m not saying “red.” My mouth won’t even form the shape of the word.
Darcy grips my hand tightly and raises it with his own to the hand that is holding the back of my thigh. He releases my leg, but before I realize what’s happening, he recaptures it. His arm is now looped around my leg, and we are once again holding hands.
My clit is burning. My pelvis is twitching uncontrollably, like it isn’t sure if it wants to push away or get closer to the fucking vibrator. All of which is impossible, because it is fucking inside of me. Can’t get any goddamn closer than that.
Then Darcy flips the rules on me and drives two fingers into my pussy.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp as his fingers meet zero resistance.
“You should feel how wet she is,” Darcy says in a tone that he would use when he comments on the weather. “Her pussy is clutching at my fingers.”
He slowly, so fucking slowly, pumps his fingers in and out of me, fingers jostling the internal arm, and damn. Damn.
“Daddy,” I whimper, knowing I’m not going to get any relief but still having hope. “Help me, please help me. I can’t. It’s too much.”
Tears are rolling down my face, and I can hear the tremble in my voice, even as my words come out on moans.
“I know, princess. Here, does this help?”
The fullness inside me expands, and I can only assume he has added a third finger. He increases his thrusts, the palm of his hand bumping and grinding against the external arm.
Somehow it does help, and I start to climb the mountain again. I thrust down to meet Darcy’s fingers. My eyelids drift shut, and I let myself go. I forget that I’m in a car, that I’m stretched open wide, and that I’ve already come three times today.
There is a tug on the front of my dress and then on my bra until my breasts are exposed to the cool air. Not giving a shit who yanked my dress down, I moan as a hot, wet mouth clamps down over my nipple, teeth biting down on the nub.
“Ah, fuckkkkk,” I scream out as the shock of pain shoots me right up to the top of the mountain. “Fuck, fuck, please!”
More pressure in my pussy, more than just one additional finger. Bodies press close to me on either side, and the thrusting is uneven. In and out happening in parallel.
“Come for us, kitten. Again. You can do it. Give me that orgasm.”
Something shifts differently inside of me, almost like a scratching motion, and holy motherfucking fuck.
Blackness clouds the edges of my vision, and I’m pretty sure I black out completely as white-hot pleasure burns away every piece of awareness that I have.