Kneeling for Them (Cinderella’s Daddies #2)

Chapter 1

One

Ella

I wake between two hot men. This is a warm version of heaven, where the clouds are made of perfect pectorals and clever cocks, and everything smells like an arousing mix of masculine scents.

Sandalwood, from Kingston. Peppermint, from Sebastian.

I never would have put those two scents together as complementary, but it turns out each one brings out the best in the other.

And where do I fit into this scent puzzle? No idea. I just hope I don’t smell like cleaning chemicals.

Kingston is on his back, his face turned toward me.

When he sees my eyes are open, he rolls to his side with a soft smile.

I reach out and run my palm over his whiskered cheek.

He’s the kind of guy who needs to shave twice a day if he wants to go out in the evenings clean-shaven. But I love the whiskered look.

His eyes darken as I move my hand over his face, down his neck where I pause to touch his pulse point. I continue my exploration over his hairy chest, to his abs, and then—

He captures my hand in his and whispers, “Are you after something, little girl?”

Pursing my lips, I nod. I start to turn around to see if Sebastian is up, but Kingston holds my hand so I can’t move. This guy seems to have a thing for restraining me.

I start to ask, “Is Sebastian—”

“Still sleeping,” Kingston says. “He can wake up, or not. I’m going to take you now. Are you sore from last night?”

“Not too much.” I can feel myself getting wet. The memory of last night is sharp in my mind and all I can think of is the pleasure these two men showed me. Pleasure beyond my wildest imaginings.

He reaches down with his free hand and touches my pussy, watching my face as he does it.

“You’re so responsive,” he says, his voice a rumbling whisper. His low voice makes me wonder if he wants Sebastian to sleep through this, or what. Do they ever fuck women alone, or always together?

“Focus on me, baby,” Kingston whispers, bringing my hand to his face again. So I do ask he asks, touching his whiskers, running my fingertips over his soft, firm lips.

Kingston reaches for the nightstand and grabs a condom, which he quickly unwraps and brings below the sheet to put on.

Using his legs, he nudges me onto my back and settles his weight over me, forcing my legs apart.

I hook one ankle around the back of his leg and try to thrust my pelvis forward, searching for him.

“Shh, slow and steady,” he whispers. “Don’t wake up Bash or you’ll be sorry.”

I can feel my eyes widen. “Okay, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he grumbles. “You’re such a good girl, but I’m doing bad things to you.”

He surges forward, his cock pressing into me. I gasp and he covers my mouth with one of his hands. “Hush, baby girl. I got you.”

His chest rubs against my sensitive nipples.

His hand smells like a mix of sandalwood and my arousal from where he’d been touching me.

I breathe through my nose—great, panting breaths because every stroke of his cock causes his pelvis to hit my clit in the best way, and inside of me, he’s touching everywhere and I can’t handle so much searing pleasure.

He locks his gaze on mine. “Watch me when you come, little one. Remember who your daddy is.”

His words and his rough voice are just as tantalizing as his cock.

My body ripples, shudders, and arches as an orgasm explodes from my pussy outward.

My cry is muffled through Kingston’s hand.

He swears and starts fucking me faster, rougher, letting go of my mouth so he can hold onto one of my hips and brace himself on the mattress at the same time.

Movement to our side catches my attention and I glance over to see Sebastian leaning up on an elbow, watching us. His other hand his hidden in the blankets as he strokes himself.

“Look—at—me,” Kingston says, and I snap my gaze back to him.

He groans as he comes and presses his forehead to mine.

As he pulls away, Sebastian is leaning over, kissing my lips, dragging his mouth down over my jaw to my neck, where he sucks against my skin.

I moan—I want more. I want him to leave a mark on me.

But he pulls back and holds out a hand. Kingston slaps a new condom against his palm, and Sebastian unwraps it before sliding it over his cock.

“You woke me up, princess,” he says.

“I didn’t mean to,” I say. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not.” He takes Kingston’s place on top of me and starts fucking me in earnest, his legs slamming against mine with every stroke. He looks at me while he fucks me and there’s something in his gaze—a need beyond what I’ve seen in him before.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Nothing,” he bites out. “I want you to come for me, Ella.”

I will—I can feel a new orgasm growing. Kingston sits off to the side, his blue-gray eyes glittering in the dim morning light. He doesn’t look away while his friend fucks me.

Every stroke is punishing. Desperate. That’s what I’m seeing anew in Sebastian—desperation. It wasn’t there last night. What changed?

I reach up and touch his face like I’d done to Kingston. His beard is softer than it looks. Sebastian leans his face into my palm and slows his strokes. Then he pulls out, leans back, and says, “Flip over, baby girl.”

I do as he asks, already missing his touch. Did he pull away because he didn’t like my eyes on him? Did I see too much?

He arranges me so my ass is in the air and my hands and head are flat against the mattress. I turn my face to the side so I can watch Kingston watch us.

Sebastian fucks me hard again, his pace punishing. “You feel so fucking good,” he says, and gives my ass a spank while he fucks me. He traces a finger from the top of my crack downward. I shiver and instinctively pull away, but he grabs my hip.

“Hold her in place for me?” he says to Kingston.

“With pleasure.” Kingston scoots forward and grabs my hips, his grip firm. “There’s lube,” he says.

“Thanks.” Sebastian must open the bottle, because a second later I can feel the cool slipperiness trailing between my cheeks.

“Are you going to fuck me there?” I ask, fearful and hopeful at the same time.

“Just with my thumb, little one,” Sebastian says. To Kingston he adds, “I can’t wait until she’s ready for more.”

“We’ll get her there. We don’t want to hurt her.”

“I might want you to hurt me,” I say.

They both laugh.

Sebastian keeps his cock buried deep inside of me while he moves his thumb toward my back hole. I remember Kingston doing this on the night of the gala and how filthy and good it was.

His thumb isn’t small, but he eases in slowly and I breathe through the discomfort. Every time I wriggle, Kingston grabs my hips and holds me fast. I can see his profile from the corner of my eye, and his brows are knit together in concentration as he holds me still for his friend.

Every one of Sebastian’s thrusts moves his thumb in me, as well. My orgasm builds, my toes curl. It feels like sparks are shooting out of my fingertips—my entire body is one big tangle of electricity, luminescent and waiting for one final spark. Yet I can quite get there.

I want to touch my clit, but when I start to move one of my arms, Sebastian says, “Don’t even think about it.”

I whimper. “Please?”

“Please, what?” he says.

“Please, Daddy? Please, I want to come?” Fuck, I’ll say whatever he wants if he just gives me the climax I’m reaching so hard for.

Neither of the men says a word, but Kingston releases one of my hips and slides his hand around to my pussy.

His fingers slip and slide over my folds as he seeks out my clit.

If it bothers him to be so close to Sebastian’s cock, he doesn’t show it—no, his focus is on getting me off, and I am so, so grateful.

When he finds my clit, he doesn’t rub it—he pinches .

I scream in pleasure, in pain, in the revelation that these two men know how to handle my body even better than I do.

Sebastian swears and then goes still against me. His cock pulses as he fills the condom.

“Fuck,” he repeats. “Fuck.” He pulls out of me and I collapse face-down on the bed.

Both men get up to dispose of their condoms, but only Sebastian returns to bed.

He slides behind me, tugging me tightly against him.

I want to talk to him about that look in his eyes, the look that told me something was bothering him, that he needed…

something. But the shower in Kingston’s bathroom starts, and the rushing water lulls me into a drowsy state of relaxation.

Kingston comes out several minutes later, naked, and says, “I have to head into the office.”

“It’s Sunday,” Sebastian says, disapproval heavy in his voice.

“Yeah, well, after all the shit that happened on Friday, I have some fires to put out.”

I wince. I’m the cause of those fires.

As if reading my mind, Kingston comes over to the edge of the bed and kneels down so he’s level with me. “This is Joel’s fault. Not yours. But I do have to deal with the aftermath.”

Kingston

Ella doesn’t look convinced that I don’t blame her. I lean forward and kiss her cheek, careful not to scratch her soft skin with my whiskers.

“Truly,” I say. “It’s not your fault. I won’t take long. Can we meet for dinner tonight?”

She shakes her head. “I have to work at the pub until two.”

“How about a break in between your shifts?” I ask.

“I only have enough time to travel from Dorado Terrace to Bartleby’s with a stop to change clothes between,” she says. “How about tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow’s good,” I say.

“Back up,” Bash says. “Ella, you’re starting work at noon and then going straight until two a.m.?”

“Yes,” she says, her eyes narrowing.

I kiss her scrunched forehead before sending Bash a pointed look. We need to tread carefully. We want her to be our girl, but we can’t barge in and rearrange her life immediately.