94. Chapter 92
Hudson
Emery stifles her noises at my order like the good girl she is and manages not to falter in the way she grinds her pussy into Darcy’s mouth.
My cock jumps against the waistband of my briefs at how good she is for us.
While her bratty moments are fucking wonderful, it is this pure drop into submission that she is able to achieve, completely trusting us to make the experience worthwhile for her, that makes me so fucking sure she is ours.
With her making less noise, I do my best to stop concentrating on her and refocus on the TV so that my cock will calm the fuck down.
I’m still tucked away, because for a moment, I’d been sure the mere brushing of the fabric as I’d released myself would have been my undoing.
All those little moans, the begging, the wet noises his tongue is making, only inches from my head, has made me dangerously fucking hard.
Knowing that Darcy is as desperate to have her again as I am is the only thing stopping me from yanking her off him and into my arms.
We never discussed what this scene was going to look like tonight, unlike everything else we have ever done with her. Tonight will be about what feels good and making sure that Emery knows we treasure her beyond anything else in our lives.
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 hear it 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 before landing 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 wrist and 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.
Heat prickles in my balls, and I have to breathe through my nose to stop myself from punching my hips up and sinking my cock into her throat. With effort, I force my gaze back to the TV, gaze unseeing as Emery’s tongue smooths up and down the underside.
It doesn’t take her long before she is sinking all the way down, her hot, wet mouth burning my skin, and releases a sharp intake of breath as she pushes down a little too far. Her throat spasms, and my hand flies to her hair, holding her in place.
Her fingers bunch together on my thighs as I hold her there and begin to gently rock my hips up and into her heat. My orgasm is building, but I don’t want to come just yet, no. That’s a while away.
With very little blood anywhere else in my body, I release her hair and go back to allowing her to suck and lick however she likes. To my right, Darcy stands and starts removing his pants, apparently having already taken his shirt off.
A sudden zing of pleasure shoots up my spine as Emery takes me completely and sucks hard before deep throating my cock on her own.
This time, she doesn’t gag. No, that smooth, open throat from that first night in the hotel is back, and I slide all the way in, her throat clenching rapidly with every second she holds herself in place before pulling back.
Groaning, stomach tight, I return my hand to the back of her head, fingers sliding through her hair, then twisting and pulling tight.
A moan travels down the length of my cock before she sinks down, burying her nose in my skin.
Using my hold, I start to fuck her face properly, keeping her pressed into me and grind in and out.
My head lolls back onto the couch, and my eyes close as I chase the burning heat, needing the explosion. But fingers scratch into my thighs, and I reopen my eyes before easing up on the grip in Emery’s hair.
She gasps for air around my cock, and the sudden rush of cool air, mixed with the warm saliva, makes my thighs clench. Emery starts to take me once again, but I tighten my grip, stopping her from making me come too soon.
“That was a fucking amazing kiss, kitten. But I think it’s Xavier’s turn.” I have to grit out the words because she still has my head in her mouth, working it over, like she suddenly has an oral fixation.
Her pupils are completely blown out as she stares back at me, seeming to not really comprehend that my blow job is done for now.
Leaning forward, I force her head back until I’m free and she is sitting on her feet.
I get in close to her, ignoring the pressure in my balls, and make sure she hears my words.
“That was perfect, kitten, but now you need to ask Xavier where he wants his kiss.”
I let go of her and lean back, pretending to go back to watching hockey, but she doesn’t leave my focus. It takes her several seconds and multiple swallows before she stands again.
Emery turns to face Xavier, but before she can even ask the words, he puts his boot against the coffee table and pushes it back a foot. The small rug underneath it whooshes across the wooden floors, and then he surges up to standing.
Our girl doesn’t flinch. Instead, she sways toward Xavier, who bends down and captures her, hands cupping her ass cheeks as he lifts her up to him. Emery’s legs wrap around his waist and arms around his shoulders, her face tipped up, waiting for his kiss, but he doesn’t meet her lips.
Instead, he lays her down flat on top of the coffee table, kneels between her thighs, pulls her right to the edge, then lowers his face to her pussy.