Page 34 of Room Nine: Masters of Control

My zipper slides down—Dem is beside us, working my jeans down my legs.

I’m definitely seeing the advantage of working together as a team.

“Lie back, Kitten. Let me taste you.”

Before I can answer, Dem is kissing me, helping guide me to my back, his tongue tangling with mine and taking away my ability to think. I slide my fingers into his hair, kissing him hard at the same time Kerr slide my panties off my ass.

I gasp the moment Kerr slides his tongue up my pussy, his thumbs pushing back my labia so he can lap at my juices. “Fuck, Kitten, you are delicious.”

Kerr is a master with his tongue, knowing exactly when to lick and when to suck, and occasionally when to nibble. As my orgasm builds, my hips buck, and Dem finally lets me catch my breath.

“Where’s O’Dell?” I pant, remembering how they said he’d want to witness my climax.

“I’m right here, Cupcake.” He pushes himself off the wall and emerges out of the darkness like a phantom.

“Oh God, yes. Yes. Right there, Kerr. Don’t stop,” I cheer Kerr on, but I’m looking at O’Dell who stands by stoically with his hands shoved in his pockets while Dem fondles my breasts.

As if the only word Kerr heard wasstop, he slows down, licking me gently.

“No. No, no, no, no—don’t stop.” Kerr responds by kissing my thigh.

“No! Dammit Kerr! Don’t stop. I was so close.”

Dem chuckles. “We know, Angel, but we want you to hold it for us until we get you home.”

“What!?!!? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Dem shakes his head sadly, but the smile on his lips and sparkle in his eyes says he feels anything but remorse.

Fuck me! So, this is edging?

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Oh, Kyra is pissed as Kerr slides her panties back up her legs.

“You’re not kidding?”

“No, Cupcake. We’re not.” O’Dell reaches out and caresses her cheek. “But we promise it will be worth it.”

“But…” She reaches out and strokes O’Dell through his trousers.

“Mmmm.” He growls and leans into her touch. “You can keep doing that, but it won’t get you what you want.”

She drops her hand and pushes Kerr back, jumping down from the table. “I am not playing with you guys.”

I grab her arm and spin her into my chest. “Angel, please. Trust us to take care of you.”

“I did trust you, and you failed.”

Kerr chuckles and hands over her jeans. She snatches them from him while glaring at me. “This is torture.”

“Pleasure torture—yes, it is. But once you come, you’re going to fly so high, you might forget where you are for a minute.”

I slide my hands around her waist, pulling her hips into mine, letting her feel how hard I am. “I’m aching too. We all are. Don’t you think we’re dying to feel you climax around our cocks?”

Kerr comes up behind her, pressing his cock into her ass. Her eyes grow wide as he grinds his hips. “We want you so fucking badly, Kitten. Let us play with you. It won’t be much longer—promise.”

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