Page 39 of Room Thirty: Perfect Little Doll
“Well, well, well. Look at this, Fox!” Carey’s voice sounded from the door, but I couldn’t stop my hands from moving to her hips. I gripped them, captivated by the way they fit perfectly to her waist.
“What do we have here?” Fox asked. I could make out the amusement in his voice, or maybe that was wishful thinking on my part? She turned to look at the men behind us. “What are you doing, pretty girl?”
“I was just, umm...” Ronan’s chuckles echoed in the hotel room. He walked into the room and sat down next to me. To my fucking surprise, Fox did the same on the other side.
The three of us sat up, our backs against the upholstered headboard.
“You look good on his lap, baby girl,” Ronan muttered, leaning in to kiss her. My cock jerked against her when she leaned in and met him halfway to kiss him back.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Fox groaned. I nodded, unable to tear my eyes from the sight of Ronan and our girl making out while she ground against me. Her pussy was hot against the material of the joggers I’d changed into before we got into bed to watch a movie.
“Now kiss me, baby girl,” Fox rasped. She tore her mouth from Ronan’s and turned to kiss Fox. Never, not once, did she stop swaying and grinding against me.
“Jesus.” I swallowed. Fox was greedier than Ronan had been. His hands held her face while he tongue-fucked her mouth. “My fucking turn,” I growled after a couple of minutes because I was a selfish bastard.
Her mouth came to mine, and I could still make out the taste of her. It mingled with Ronan and Fox’ mouth, but that didn’t bother me. How could it? This was how we were supposed to be.
Together
The four of us.
“Grind against me,” I demanded against her mouth as Fox shifted behind her. His hands went to cup her breasts, and her head fell back against him. “Let me feel that wet little greedy pussy against my cock, princess.”
“Goddamn,” Fox grunted.
It was hot to watch while she dragged that wet pussy against my cotton-covered cock. As much as I hated the layers that stood between us, the soft satin of her tiny lounging shorts and whatever fucking panties she had on, plus my own clothes, I was fucking glad, thankful even, they were there.
We had a plan.
A plan I had to remind myself of before I did something stupid, like lose my load like a goddamn teenager dry humping for the first time.
“Reach over and feel them,” I rasped, pulling back. Her eyes jumped to mine, hooded and filled with need.
“What?” Her pretty mouth parted in a perfect O. All I wanted was to stand up and feed her my dick.Soon,a voice in my head whispered.Stay on course.
“Reach for their daddy dicks and pet them. Pet your daddies while you grind against me,” I ordered, knowing very well that I could possibly be pushing her too far, too fast.
But fuck, I couldn’t help it.
If I didn’t get her hands busy and off my body, I was afraid I’d do something stupid. Like rip my shirt off and hers before pulling my cock out and have her ride me. Ruining all the damn plans for this date and Club Sin and possibly our future.
A future I never thought I’d want.
A future I wouldn’t jeopardize.
Her hands left my shoulders as the guys moved in closer. Our thighs pressed together so our girl could reach out and touch them.
“Fuck,” Fox grunted. And Ronan made a guttural sound.
“You feel how hard you got us all? All three of us hard as steel for you, baby girl. Always and only for you,” I grunted.
“Oh god,” she whimpered. Her hooded gaze caught mine.
“Stay with me, baby.” I swallowed. My hands gripped her hips, making sure I controlled the speed and pressure. “Just like that,” I panted. “Drag that pussy against me. Fuck,” I groaned. My head fell back, rested against the headboard. “Keep going. Don’t you dare stop grinding on me and touching them, little girl.”
“Yes, Daddy Carey.” Hearing her say that had cum leaking from the tip of my cock.
“Good girl,” I praised as I bucked upward. Everyone’s breathing had changed. The air felt hotter, thicker. “Look at you. Goddamn, you’re fucking beautiful.”