Page 129 of Double Daddies (Dirty Daddies Anthologies #8)
Chapter Nine
Clay
For as long as he could remember, he’d been an early riser.
Avery, however, had him beat.
Small, tentative hands glided up his chest, little fingers seeking out the raised ridges of scar tissues scattered across his body. A plump, curvy bottom was plonked on his groin, stirring his cock to semi-hardness as she shifted slightly to keep her balance.
Her touch was gentle, curious, designed not to wake him but simply find answers to questions she hadn’t asked aloud. So, he stayed still, allowing her the freedom to explore as Tristan snored lightly beside them.
Clay opened his eyes, his vision adjusting to the vague dimness. By his guess, it was closer to 3 am than 4, and dawn was a ways off yet. Still, once he grew accustomed to the darkness, he realized she was no longer wearing his shirt, and all those wonderful curves were on open display.
Was she even awake?
The thought struck him before he lifted his hands to grasp her hips. There was no way he was initiating anything if she was unaware of her own actions, let alone his. Keeping his voice low, he whispered, “Avery?”
A husky giggle responded immediately. “Good morning, Daddy.”
“Having fun there, sweetling?”
“Mmm-hmm. You were hurt bad.” Those questing fingers slid down to his abdomen and trailed along the edge of his waistband. “Did you die?”
“No, sweetling. Came close, but never actually crossed that bridge, however briefly.” She was in Little mode, he thought with a touch of pride. Finally, she was being brave enough to let her out without fighting to get her back in and lock her away. “Didn’t even hear an angel singing.”
Eyes gleaming in the darkness, Avery tilted her head. “You believe in angels?”
“I believe in a lotta things. Maybe not in the conventional way, the way we’re taught to believe in God and the devil, but I do believe.” Unable to resist touching her, Clay curled his hand over her thigh, feeling the muscles respond with an excited quiver. “What are you doing up so early, Avery?”
She poked his belly. “Silly Daddy. I always wake up now.”
He nearly groaned when she rocked her hips, stroking her bare pussy along his cock through his boxers. He felt her heat, the dampness, and blood punched straight into his dick like water through a firehose. “Do you always wake up horny?”
Another giggle. “No. Never had a pony to play with before.”
His eyebrow quirked. “Pony?”
“Mmm-hmm. Can I pet him?”
Fuck. He really wanted her to pet the pony. “Don’t forget, if you want to pet one pony, you need to play with the other just as equally, sweetling. Not going to have fun if you have two jealous ponies, are you?”
“I can only pet one at a time,” she said with an obvious pout in her voice.
Chuckling, he reached up and stroked her cheek. “For now. Soon, you’ll learn how to pet both at the same time.” Pushing himself up, he curled his arms around her as she squeaked in surprise, and nuzzled at her throat. “This pony wants a bite of that apple bottom, Avery.”
She leaned back, her hands on his chest, her eyes dark slits of suspicion. “My butt?”
“Yes, indeed. I’m calling dibs on your ass.”
“Nuh-uh. Exit only, Daddy.”
Clay nipped her skin, sucking on the ache.
Her moan vibrated against his lips, thickening his cock until it threatened to go to war for her.
“Hmm. Maybe we’ll reserve your first time with a cock up your ass for when you’ve been a bad, bad little girl.
Nothing says punishment like a hard ass fucking. ”
Avery added a scowl to her narrowed eyes. “What do naughty Daddies get?”
“Whatever we want—we’re the Daddies, after all.”
The short, sharp raspberry she blew informed him what she thought about that .
“So tell me, my little early riser, what would you like Daddy to do now?”
“What would Daddy like to do?” she sassed back.
He reached out and shoved Tristan, prodding him relentlessly until, with a disgruntled groan, his partner in crime finally bolted upright. “What’s the fucking emergency?”
“Oooh, grumpy Daddy,” Avery whispered.
“Don’t think he’s a morning person,” Clay whispered back. “Why don’t you cheer him up, sweetling? Put that sassy mouth to work on his cock, and I’ll introduce myself to this greedy pussy rubbing all over me.”
She bounced so excitedly, she almost triggered a messy explosion. With a happy squeal, she launched herself from Clay’s arms into Tristan’s, taking him unaware and flattening him on the bed. His grunt sounded emasculated, making Clay’s lips twitch.
“Good morning, Daddy Tristan,” Avery sang, patting her hands on his chest.
“Morning, princess. Fuck, is it even morning yet?”
“Our girl is a very early bird who likes to catch a worm… or two.”
“It’s still dark.”
“Stop complaining and get your boxers off before the princess decides her minion is too fucking whiny to get a blowjob, Tristan.” Shifting onto his knees, stifling a yawn, Clay shook his head. “Read the room—our girl woke up wired and ready to play.”
“I—Oh.” Yeah, that put some fuel in his rocket, didn’t it?
Avery’s giggles became a laugh as Tristan bucked and wriggled beneath her, frantically trying to shed his underwear. When the offending garment disappeared into a corner of the room at high speed like a rock from a slingshot, her laugh became a sultry purr. “Well, hey there, Daddy.”
Clay reached over and switched on the lamp.
The party was still happening next door, music thumping.
There were going to be some serious hangovers in the workforce in a few hours, and some reprimands for still being drunk, but that wasn’t his problem.
All he was concerned about was keeping Avery’s attention firmly in this room, not on who might stumble home and hear her coming apart at the seams.
Both he and Tristan winced as soft light illuminated the small room.
Avery, however, hummed and ran her hands up Tristan’s chest, down again. “Oh, you’re pretty, Daddy.”
Clay snorted a laugh as Tristan looked visibly affronted at being called pretty . Slipping off the bed, he grabbed her lush hips and yanked her down until her head was level with Tristan’s groin, which had the added benefit of setting her up perfectly for his own use.
“Pretty?” Tristan echoed, then sucked in a breath as Avery’s small hand wrapped around his dick. “Fuck it, I can live with pretty.”
Watching with undisguised amusement, Clay waited until Avery was as enamored with her new toy as a kid with a lollipop, her dainty tongue lapping sweetly along the thick, curved shaft. The more Tristan moaned, the slower she explored—the girl was a tease.
Two could play that game.
Dropping to his knees, Clay tugged her back a bit more, feathering his fingers over her pussy.
She was beautiful; soft, neat labia swelling beneath his touch, flowering open to reveal the deeply flushed pink of her slit.
A shy clit barely peeking from beneath its hood, big enough to pinch if the urge rose.
Liquid arousal was starting to gloss her flesh, ready to welcome a man with silky heat.
He took his time exploring, learning her by touch and sight.
The left side of her clit responded well to his light caresses, her hips jerking, but the right side needed rougher stimulation.
Her labia were ticklish, which amused him no end; she was going to be fun when she was tied down and playfully tortured.
“Is Avery being a good little girl, Tristan?”
“God, yes.”
“Does she deserve a reward?”
“She does, Daddy, she really does.” She glanced over her shoulder, seductively batting her eyelashes. “She’s been a very good girl, Daddy.”
“Give her whatever she wants, Clay,” Tristan said desperately, hands fisting in the sheets. “Buy her a fucking pony.”
Thinking of their earlier conversation, Clay grinned and swiped his tongue along her slit. Sweet, tart juices filled his mouth, ruining his tastebuds for any other woman with just one quick sample. “Dude, you are the pony. Why do you think she’s petting you so nicely?”
Obsessed with her taste, he didn’t wait for a response.
He took a firm hold on her hips, setting his mouth to task.
He heard her squeal as his tongue and teeth devoured her, licking and sucking, nipping and lapping at soft, sensitive flesh.
He forced her to keep still when she tried to squirm away from the sensations, eating her pussy feverishly as more and more juices flowed into his mouth.
Fucking delicious.
When Clay slid a finger inside her, a stream of muffled words erupted from around Tristan’s cock; judging by the way his legs kicked, he was fighting the vibrations to stave off his orgasm.
He was going to have to work on building his stamina if he wanted to keep up with Avery—Clay got the sense that once she settled into the dynamic comfortably, she was going to run them ragged in every way possible.
If that meant sinking into this sinfully tight pussy to make sure she was occupied and staying out of trouble… well, he was going to take advantage of every opportunity.
Squeezing in a second finger proved entertaining; she was tight despite the effusive wetness, which made him wonder if her cheating ex possessed a pencil dick. Whatever the guy had packed into his tighty-whities every morning, it hadn’t left a lasting impression on Avery.
She moaned, rocking her hips on his hand.
Poor baby was primed to get off; he wanted to ask her when Adam had last made her come, if he ever had, but the vibe was too good to ruin. She was finally in a state of acceptance—she knew he and Tristan welcomed her Little side, which opened the door for her to come play.
He was more than happy to help her orgasm, although he wanted her first one to strangle his cock instead of his fingers, just as soon as he slipped on a condom and—fuck.
Clay swung his gaze to the bedside table, then berated himself. Did he think she was hording condoms in a cookie jar on the nightstand, just in case two Daddy Doms invited themselves into her bed?