Page 43 of Room Nine: Masters of Control

“You can do anything you want, Angel.”

“Including teasing you mercilessly?”

“Especially that.”

I swirl my tongue around the head and then take him as deep as I can go. Dem groans, arching up his hips and letting his head fall back. I come up and brace myself on my elbows, pushing my ass in the air. Looking to my right, I find O’Dell standing in the threshold, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, his cock straining against the flannel fabric of his pajama pants as he watches us. I reach into my robe pocket and show him what I have. “Would you help with this?”

He groans audibly and pushes himself off the wall, taking the silicon plug and lube from me. “Yes, I will.”

Then he moves an ottoman over and playfully smacks my ass. “Kneel on this while you work Dem’s cock.”

I step up and resume my position, finding this a lot more comfortable. With my ass in the air, I can lean forward and take his cock deeper in my mouth without contorting him at a weird angle. Dem seems to like it, too, as he threads his fingers in my hair to encourage me to take him harder, faster.

O’Dell steps behind me and flips my robe up over my waist, the cool air tickling my wet and tingly pussy. He slides his fingers over my lower lips, growling from behind me. “So fucking pretty.”

A couple cool drops of lube drip down the crack of my ass, which he works over my asshole with a press of his thumb. The feeling is foreign, and yet, hot. So fucking hot. I spread my knees as far as the ottoman will allow me, continuing to work Dem’s cock with loud, wet suction, moaning as O’Dell adds a little pressure and more lube. His thumb presses against the tiny rosette until he pushes past the muscle a fraction of an inch, causing my entire body to tense up.

“Shhhh, Cupcake.” His breath is against my ass cheek. “Relax. I won’t hurt you.”

With his thumb in my ass, he rotates his hand, sliding two fingers inside my pussy.

“Ah!” Dem’s cock falls from my lips as I toss my head back.

He kisses me hard. “Your mouth is pure heaven, Angel.”

“And your cock is amazing,” I moan again as O’Dell seems to rub his thumb and forefingers together inside of me.

“Does that feel good?” Kerr has moved to stand behind Dem.

“Yes!” I gasp as O’Dell pushes his thumb in deeper, more lube being worked in and out of me.

“It’s going to feel so good with that plug in your ass, Kitten. You’re going to love it.”

“Come here.” I pat the cushion next to Dem before wrapping my lips around his beautiful cock again.

Kerr sheds his pants—not shy in the least—and sits hip to hip with Dem who drops one of his hands from my hair. Somehow, my men shift underneath me, giving me access to both of them without losing O’Dell behind me. Kerr slides his leg between my splayed knees, giving Dem the idea to do the same.

Then he’s sliding his hand into my hair and pulling me off Dem’s cock so he can kiss me hard.

O’Dell removes his fingers, sliding the plug up and down, teasing me with it. “Are you ready, Cupcake?”

I nod my head as Kerr releases me.

Dem leans forward, sliding his fingers down my belly to my clit while whispering in my ear. “Relax, Angel.”

There’s pressure and then a sense of fullness. I suck my breath in, my senses overloaded as Dem taps the pad of his finger against my clit.

“You okay?” Kerr grins, stroking himself in invitation.

“It feels weird,” I moan, my eyes rolling back as Dem circles my clit harder.

“You’ll get used to it,” Kerr leans forward to whisper in my ear. “But you know what will feel amazing?”

“What?”

“Having O’Dell fuck you from behind with the plug in your ass.”

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