“Why are you still dressed?”
He felt his brow tick up. “Do you not like it when I’m clothed and you’re not?”
“Oh, no, I do.”
She gave him one of those pinch-lipped, crinkle-eyed smiles that was so damn cute.
“Would you perhaps prefer something else at the moment, though?”
“Maybe,” she said, drawing out the word. “But I thought you might too. You’re the only one who hasn’t come.”
Oh did he know it. But he didn’t want her to feel pressured to get him off. He wouldn’t say no if she wanted to, but if she wasn’t eager then he wasn’t interested. That’s what a slick hand in the shower was for.
“That’s true, but I don’t need to. Being with you and Lo has been enough. I am unconcerned that I won’t get my turn at some point, and I don’t want you to overdo it.”
“What if I want to be overdone?”
Part of being a daddy was to say no. To do what was best for your little whether it was what you wanted or not, and definitely whether it was what they wanted or not. Littles weren’t known for their self-control.
But what was the worst thing that would happen? He’d fuck her into oblivion, she’d get a very good night’s sleep, and he’d put her in the bath tomorrow to ease her aches? If he thought she was really in pain he could always stop. Tamsyn didn’t look as though she was worn out anyway. No, she looked needy.
“Please, Daddy? I want to be with you. I want…”
A line formed between her brows and the corners of her mouth turned down. Goddamn right he would make her unhappy if it meant keeping her safe, or if it was for her own good.
“I feel like something is missing. Make me feel whole, please?”
That, however, he wouldn’t say no to.
He reached for her, cupped her jaw, drew her closer to kiss. And kiss. And kiss.
Tamsyn rolled to her side and pressed against him, and he coasted his hand from her jaw to her neck, over her collarbone to her shoulder, pausing to caress the outside of her breast, molding to the dip of her waist before settling on her hip and pulling her still closer. The feel of her soft, warm body against his roused his hard-on that had subsided during the last hour, and his desire for her manifested as a rumble deep in his chest.
He could feel Lo on the other side of her too, and hoped being between them was driving her wild. Seemed to be, with the soft noises she was making as she writhed between them.
Taking his time, he touched her, hand wandering all over her bare skin, fondling her breasts, pinching, tugging, and rolling her nipples, squeezing her ass that probably still felt spanked, and finally slipping a hand into her hair to make a fist at the nape of her neck. It was the only way he could pull his mouth from hers, and she chased him, whining when his grip on her hair held her fast.
“Be good and let Lo play with you while I get undressed,” he told her sternly, and she rolled her lips between her teeth before nodding.
He didn’t think that would be a hardship. Not to mention it was satisfying in its own way to know she was being taken care of even when his hands were full.
If they convinced this little girl to be theirs that it would more likely be him who would be looking after her when Lo was busy, and that was fine. That’s what he wanted. In this moment, though, Lo seemed only too pleased to be called into service, putting Tamsyn on her back and slipping a hand between her legs while he took one of her tight buds of a nipple into his mouth to suckle.
Huxley stripped his clothes off and then prowled across the bed to be beside her again, kissing her deeply. Palming her mons, he stroked around her clit while Lo worked two fingers in and out of her pussy. She was wet and moaning, and he wouldn’t make her wait any longer.
“Are you ready for Daddy, little girl?”
“Uh-huh. Yes, please, Daddy.”
As if they’d choreographed this dance, Lo slid his hand up her belly until he could work the nipple that wasn’t already in his mouth with fingers that were slick with her arousal. Huxley took his place between her thighs, sculpted a hand around her hip while he looked his fill at her plump, waiting pussy, and stroked his dick, which was so hard it was sensitive to touch. That wasn’t going to stop him from gritting his teeth and enjoying the way she drank him in with her mouth and eyes in perfect Os.
“This what you wanted, kitten, hmm? Daddy’s cock deep inside you? Was that what you were thinking about earlier?”
“Uh-huh.”
She nodded, and then her lashes fluttered, Lo distracting her by doing a number on her tits. Well, she had asked to be overdone. He was going to do his damndest to make her wish come true.
He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and made quick but careful work of tearing the package and rolling the latex down his length. Then he arranged them so he sat back on his heels while his thighs were wedged under Tamsyn’s backside. The position gave him a lot of control and her almost none, and the sound she made when he slid into her with one determined thrust said she liked it. It also left plenty of room for Lo to continue to toy with her.