He bent his head, and not breaking their gaze, he bit the pad of her pinky toe, making her squeak.
“Papa!”
He did it again and she gasped as he took the whole digit into his mouth to suck. Ian gripped her ankle as she squirmed, then moved on toe by toe, biting, sucking, licking, loving on every little bit of her, even tickling the soles with his tongue. She’d healed from her hellish walk although she’d probably always have some scars. She was beautiful no matter what and she was theirs.
After getting Coco to a point of panting and squirming from having her feet nibbled on and her abdomen stroked, he and Hudson shifted their focuses. Ian began to mouth her ankles and shins and calves, kissing every inch of her freshly washed skin while his partner cupped her small breasts and started to toy with her nipples.
Coco let go of her hands when Huds gave her hard little buds a particularly sharp pinch but she didn’t look upset or say sassafras so Ian tsked at her gently. “Oh no, babygirl. Daddy and Papa are just getting started. Don’t be naughty or we’ll have to spank you. Hands back where they were.”
She bit her lip but did as she was told, subjecting herself to more of their ministrations. This was so perfect—the only thing missing was Ryker. The things they could do to their sweet girl with six hands instead of four…
Well, Ry could stay away for now but Ian wasn’t going to let him keep his distance forever. Whether he liked it or not, that man was going to give Coco a real shot. That was just how things were going to be. And while Ry could be a stubborn motherfucker, as his grandpa used to say, “there ain’t no stubborn like Galbraith stubborn,” so Ry could suck it.
Speaking of sucking, Ian had reached the deliciously tender areas of Coco’s inner thighs. There were scars here, too—where she’d been cut, where she’d been caned, where her marks hadn’t been lovingly and carefully applied but viciously and with cruelty, and left to fester instead of heal.
Ian couldn’t fix everything, but he could layer over all the terrible things with love and patience and devotion and his own careful teeth sinking into flesh to mark his precious little Coco but not destroy her.
To give himself better access, Ian slid his hands behind her heels and placed Coco’s legs on top of Hudson’s with her feet on the outsides. Which gave Hudson control of how widely her legs were spread, and made Coco shudder in his friend’s arms, eyes closed and a little moan escaping her mouth.
“You like that, babygirl? Having your legs spread so Papa can play with your pretty pussy?”
“Mmm,” she hummed, nodding, but that wasn’t good enough.
Ian slapped the inside of her thigh which made her eyes pop open. “Tell me, sweetheart. Use your big girl words. Tell Papa what you like.”
“I—”
Oh, the way her face flamed made Ian’s cock throb. He would never humiliate Coco because she’d had more than enough of that for a lifetime, but a little teasing to spark a flush of embarrassment? Yes, oh yes—if she could tolerate if, if she liked it, which she sure as hell seemed to.
Huds got in on the act, laying a spank down on first one of her tits and then the other, making them bounce. “Come on, teapot. Be a good girl and tell Papa what you like. Don’t keep us waiting.”
She made a pathetic little mewl and arched her back, spread her legs even wider because she liked this, she wanted this. Not that getting wet proved a damn thing, but Ian still loved the way her cunt was glistening with slick arousal.
“I—I like having my legs spread.”
Ian slapped the inside of her other thigh and Hudson wrapped a hand around her throat. Not squeezing but just holding her snug against him as he took turns spanking her tits with nipples hard like cherry stones.
“Why, princess? Why do you like having your legs spread wide open with your pretty pussy on display? Why do you like having your private parts bared? Your naughtiest bits exposed? Tell us, or Daddy and I will just keep tormenting you like this.”
He laid down another slap to make his point and pretty little Coco squealed and squirmed, rocked her hips.
“I like having my legs spread so Papa can play with my pretty pussy,” she gasped out, leaving Ian wondering if he was going to come in his jeans. That would be embarrassing in a way, but really, who could blame him?
“That’s our good girl,” he praised as he army crawled between her thighs until his nose was practically buried in her cunt, where he was overcome by the salt sweet musk of her. Goddamn.
And then he began to devour her.