Page 50 of Sugar Baby
Somehow, Xavier manages to walk toward the room that Hudson and Darcy have already disappeared into. I crane my neck until I can’t see them anymore, then, and only then, I force myself to stop and take a moment.
This girl.
I grip the base of my cock and give it a squeeze, refusing to allow myself a single stroke. I’m riding way too close to the edge, and tonight still has plenty more left to go.
Would she be interested in extending our invitation to encompass the whole weekend? That way, if tonight ends a lot earlier than we planned, then we could have more of her.
Something to bring up later.
A feminine moan comes from the room, and heat rushes up the back of my neck.
What are they doing to her?
Is Xavier still inside her?
Has Darcy sandwiched Emmy between him and Hudson?
Is Hudson eating that pretty little pussy as one of them tunnels into her?
My cock jerks in my grip, and I grit my teeth as my balls draw up. I quickly reach down and squeeze them hard enough that a shock of pain zips up into my stomach, helping me back away from the precipice.
Fuck.
“Fuck, yeah, princess, that’s it.” Darcy’s voice sounds like he’s talking with shards of glass lodged in his throat, a sign that his night is as close to the end as my own.
Now that my orgasm isn’t riding on the back of my heels, I’m able to get up and add my clothes to the pile on the dining room table.
My hand itches with the need to bring out some toys to torture Emmy with, but I didn’t bring my play bag with me. No, I’d left that at our play apartment.
Several years ago, we’d all grown dissatisfied with only being able to play at Obsession, our local BDSM club. It wasn’t that the club is subpar, far from it. Madame Devangeline, the owner of the club, has ensured that every item, implement, and prop is of the highest quality. Every room is well equipped for its purpose or theme. Nothing is worn down in a detrimental way, only from use. And the members are all vetted to within an inch of their lives.
No, it hadn’t been the club. Instead, the casualness of the place, the laissez-faire vibe of it all bothered us. To this day, none of us are interested in casual plays—tonight being the exception. Finding a woman, of any age, who would like to engage in group play is a difficult thing. And getting them to engage in group play at a BDSM club was an even harder sell. Don’t even think about mentioning our craving for a baby girl who is willing to brat for us on occasion.
So, we’d solved the problem by creating our own little house of terrors for our play partners. The condo is now open plan, of sorts. We left behind the master bedroom and en-suite, but had the remaining two bedrooms and bath demolished. The open space is filled with custom-built, handmade wood and leather furniture that meets our needs. It has everything from a dining room table to a St. Andrew’s cross. Unfortunately, we’ve only ever used it in solo sessions and a handful of threesomes. We’ve never managed to find our unicorn. Until Emmy.
The invitation that Emmy accepted has been up for several months, almost a year, if I’m more accurate. We’ve had a few curious sugar babies message us during that time, but we’d had no acceptances until yesterday. And the speed with which she’d accepted almost had me calling an end to things before they’d started.
But, just like she’d said, she knows who she is and what she can handle.
And, fuck, is she handling the four of us well.
Another feminine moan, then much deeper male groans spur me across the room to the doorframe. My gut clenches when the scent of sweat and sex hits me, and I see the four of them all writhing together on the bed.
Xavier gave up his spot between Emmy’s legs to Darcy, who has all the pillows propped up behind him, allowing him to recline against the head of the bed with Emmy impaled on his cock, reverse-cowgirl style. Her arms are pinned between her back and Darcy’s front so that those gorgeous fucking breasts are on display. Her head is turned to the side so that Hudson, who is kneeling beside the two of them, can fuck her mouth.
The way his cock turns her moans into unintelligible, sloppy gurgles is fucking everything.
My gaze roams down her body, stopping on Xavier’s curly hair at the apex of her spread legs. Darcy’s hands grip the undersides of her thighs, forming a perfect V for Xavier to fit between.
Stepping into the room, I spot an armchair in the corner, and I move to sit there. The angle is perfect for viewing the activities on the bed. I take my seat, then lean back, really wishing I had a drink to sip while I watch. But drinking and playing is not something we do, especially not on the first play.
From this new vantage, I can see that the strained expression on Darcy’s face is because his cock is buried inside Emmy. His grip on her thighs isn’t just holding her open, it’s holding her up as he thrusts up into her, over and over again.
Xavier has his hands cupping her ass cheeks, supporting her as well, all while his mouth moves right over the top of her clit.
“Fucking hell, kitten. Yes, suck my cock like the greedy little girl that you are,” Hudson rumbles as he thrusts in and holds his position so deep that I can see Emmy’s throat convulsing around him.
A tear runs down the side of her cheek, her eyes are wide and pleading, and she gives a tiny shake of her head. Hudson pulls out, a string of saliva keeping him connected to her.