“And you want to…fuck me?” she asked, her voice pitched to a squeak as she got out her question.
“There are lots of ways to have sex, Cosy. Yes, we’d like to fuck you. Your sweet mouth, your pretty pussy, your tight little asshole. But mostly we want to make you feel good however you’ll let us. By any means necessary.”
Her slim throat worked as she swallowed, and a picture of her on her knees with her mouth stuffed with his cock flashed before his eyes. If he didn’t get to spill inside her, or on her or next to her before they went to sleep, he’d be fucking his fist before he cuddled up with her and Ian in bed tonight, that was for certain. He’d probably have to fight Ian for who got to relieve their aching cock first.
“Any?” she asked, her pink kitten tongue darting out of her mouth to lick her lips.
“As long as it’s consensual between everyone who’s involved and doesn’t harm anyone? Yes.”
He could feel the heaving of her breath even through the blankets. Was she getting wet? His desperation to find out made his dick throb and his mouth water. He planned to take it slow. As slow as she needed, as slow as she wanted. He assumed that would be very, very slowly.
Maybe start out with some kissing. Caresses intended to arouse and not just comfort. An earlobe pinched gently between fingers. Cupping her small breasts. Gentle squeeze of her buttocks while he drew her toward him. Mouthing of the thin skin of her throat. He could think of a thousand ways he wanted to touch her and he’d enjoy every single one of them.
“I want to. I want to do all of those things and more with both of you. Now.”
The words spilled out of her and the enthusiasm made his cock throb.
“But you should probably know…”
Cosy’s voice was so quiet he had to strain to hear her and she’d lowered her gaze, was looking at her fingers knit together in her lap.
“I can’t… Without being hurt, I… I need pain to…”
She made a tiny frustrated sound and Ian laid his hand over hers.
“You need pain to orgasm?” he offered and Cosy nodded.
And god love his friend, his partner—Ian located the nearly-translucent skin on the underside of her wrist and pinched. Hard enough to elicit a gasp from his little teapot that slid into a moan.
“You’re in luck, Coco. That’s kind of our specialty.”
* * *
Ian
They bathed Coco and administered her enema. He tried his best not to spend more time than usual lubing up her asshole, but it was hard. Like his dick.
While they scrubbed and groomed and filled and emptied her, they talked about limits. The few things she said no to were things he and Huds would’ve never done anyway. A couple times he had to look away so she wouldn’t see the way his face blanched. Fuck.Fuck. Some of the things that man had done to their little princess were sickening. But he wouldn’t say that to her. They would just assure her that they would never do those things to her.
Once she was clean inside and out, Hudson carried her on his hip down to the bed they all shared. They hadn’t even bothered to dress her so she was mouth-wateringly naked as Huds sat up against the headboard and settled their little girl between his legs.
He was sometimes envious of how big his friend was—must be nice to complete envelop the people you loved. But on the other hand, he benefited from that too so he tried not to be so green over it.
Especially right now when he was the one who got the bird’s eye view of their naked babygirl.
“Arms up, Cosy,” Hudson urged, and she obeyed, linking her hands behind Hudson’s thick neck. “There you go, that’s a good girl. Just like that. Now don’t let go until we tell you to. Daddy and Papa are going to play with you. You remember your word, right? Tell me what it is.”
“Yes, Daddy. It’s sassafras.”
“That’s right. Such a clever girl with such a good memory. And no sassy pants on you now, are there?”
“No, Papa,” she said, her eyes wide and earnest as Hudson’s huge hands rubbed up and down her ribcage. “No pants at all.”
He smiled at her, his darling little girl. “So silly, too.”
Her skin was the prettiest shade of pink—maybe from the warmth of her bath, maybe from the heat of arousal. But as much as he’d like to, Ian wasn’t going to dive straight into her pussy. No, he’d take his time to explore her body and drive her out of her mind before he let himself taste that delicacy.
Ian lowered himself onto the bed, took one of her little feet into his hands. Small and soft and with a perfect pedicure that Halli had done a couple days ago. There were some benefits to people from all over town owing you and your partners favors. He’d always thought they were saving up those chips for something, but he never could’ve dreamed it would be Coco.