I shift forward and hook a finger into the scrap of lace on top of the pile of clothes on the floor and then close my fist around it and slide back into my seat, ready to officially start my show.
“I think we each need a kiss, don’t you, baby?”
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 hiscock last night. All I need to do is put a knee on either side of his face and sit, right?
