Page 85 of In Too Deep

Tori whimpers, staying quiet despite my teasing. I press one finger, then two deep into her pussy, pumping a few times before Tori’s hips start rolling to match my rhythm. Only then do I lean in and find her clit through her panties, sucking hard. She bucks but doesn’t cry out, even as her hands hold me against her core.

She’s already so worked up that it doesn’t take much for me to get her right on the edge again. Her clit is practically throbbing on my tongue as I lick and suck and bite it, trying everything to get her to climax. But she’s such a good girl, holding on and not falling into her release until I say she can. Fucking hell, what did I do to deserve such a perfect person in my life? And how the hell am I ever going to deny her anything when she behaves like this?

“Come for Daddy, baby girl.”

The moment I give her permission, she shatters. Thank God the music in the ballroom starts up in earnest, and Tori has enough sense to slap a hand over her mouth to muffle her screamed profanity. I keep fucking her through the waves of pleasure with my fingers, sitting back to look up at her face. I’m absolutely captivated by the way her face flushes the most beautiful shade of pink when she climaxes, how her chest heaves as she tries to breathe through the rush of pleasure. Her headtilts back, baring the pale column of skin for me. Rising to my feet, I withdraw my fingers from her slit to circle her clit lazily as I brush her hand to the side. My other hand finds its way to her chest, and I let my fingers wrap gently around Tori’s throat.

She was made to wear bond marks. Or better yet, my collar.

The sudden thought, along with the mental image of Tori wearing the prettiest piece of leather or metal I could find, nearly sends me over the edge. But I promised myself this was about her pleasure, not mine. Tori’s arms have found their way back to my neck, so I cuddle her close, letting her dress fall to the floor. I nuzzle her hair with my nose, breathing in her sweet magnolia and sunshine scent.

“Are you coming home with us tonight?” she whispers, not needing to elaborate more than that.

I pause, considering. The plan was for me to go back to my apartment alone, because it’s already going to be suspicious enough with Tori and the casino boys leaving together. It’s the safest thing, the smart thing to do when we’re so close to fulfilling our plan. But with this perfect omega in my arms, it’s all too easy to be reckless.

“Of course, baby girl. Anything you want,” I reply sweetly.

I feel her smile against my shoulder, and I can’t help but mirror the expression, even if she can’t see it. Someday, she’ll understand how deep the meaning of those last three words is. But for now, I only give her one last kiss before leading her back out to the ball she worked so hard to throw.

I’ll admit that Ididn’t have high hopes for the rest of the evening after that harrowing confrontation with Gideon and his friends-slash-cronies. But once Logan and I returned to the ballroom and rejoined the boys, they made it their mission to make me forget my cares and worries. Dancing in the crowd, drinks in hand, the world seemed to disappear for a few hours. Until, at last, we found a moment to slip away.

Which is how I’ve found myself in the backseat of Oli’s SUV, head spinning from a little too much champagne, practically draped over Eli’s lap, laughing like a fiend at a joke I don’t even remember.

“God, sunshine, you’re just too gorgeous sometimes,” Eli says through a grin, hands rubbing up and down my sides, his thumbs occasionally brushing the undersides of my breasts.

“Sometimes?” I challenge, even if my wide smile takes the heat out of it.

Eli’s smile softens, his grip tightening as he easily moves me to straddle him properly, my dress fanning out around our legs. Hands trailing down my corseted waist, they disappear through the slit of my skirt, his short nails dragging shallow furrows down the tops of my thighs.

“You’re always gorgeous, sunshine. But right now, you rival Aphrodite in beauty,” Eli says reverently.

“Don’t let her hear you say that,” Spencer says from the front seat, an ironic chuckle in his voice.

Eli smirks, not responding as he stares up at my face. I cock my head to the side in question, but he just keeps massaging my thighs, rocking my hips back and forth slightly until I can feel his length hardening. Smirking back, I move with him now that I know his game. My core is molten, ruining his black-and-gold-pinstripe pants as I soak through my panties for the second time tonight.

“How do you want tonight to go, princess?” Eli asks.

I’m too focused on the feeling of Eli’s rock-hard length rubbing against my clit, that it takes a moment for me to comprehend that he’s asked me anything. But then Eli pinches my inner thigh, making me squeak and jump.

“Your king asked you a question,” he chides, tutting slightly.

Suddenly aware of how dry my mouth is, I flush hot and swallow roughly. At first, I don’t know if I have any inclinations for tonight, except getting fucked six ways to Sunday. But then an idea pops into my head, and I can’t help myself.

“I invited Logan over, so I think I’d like you three to put on a show for us,” I say, picking each word with care.

I can’t see the other two faces, but Eli’s lips break into a wide smile, showing off his missing incisor and making my stomach flip and pussy walls clench. There’s a long moment of silence, but before too many doubts creep in, Spencer clears his throat.

“Guess you’re gonna be able to make good on your promise to fuck my ass for real, Joker,” he says.

Eli lets out a hearty belly laugh, the kind that pulls me in and has me laughing along, even if I don’t understand the joke. Soon enough, the whole car is ringing with our laughs, but my lower belly quivers with anticipation. I hope Logan will agree to play this game.

Thankfully, I don’t have to wait long to find out because, as we’re pulling into the garage, a figure rounds the corner, marching up the sidewalk toward the house. Logan just manages to duck under the closing garage door, striding with purpose to the car as Oli kills the engine.

He opens the back passenger door, but is at least polite enough to wait for me to dismount Eli’s lap before yanking me out and setting me on my feet, then sweeping me into a heated kiss. It doesn’t last long, but I’m still left weak in the knees when he pulls away.

“Sorry. I’ve been dying to do that all night,” he says, a little breathless.

“Well, let’s not waste any more time,” Spencer says brightly, slapping Logan on the shoulder before heading toward the stairs.

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