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,sitsit?” 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.”
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 sheis 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.
