Page 80 of He Who Sleeps

"Get on the table," Finn commanded softly as the others shoved platters of desserts aside to clear a space.

She climbed up, knee on the table as she heard Jack swear, sure he was getting an eyeful of how wet and needy she already was, and crawled over to where Emerson was still seated, the silk pillow in his lap. She turned so she was settled on her ass on the table in front of him. He grinned.

“Sitting that perfect ass on the table is not in the cards tonight,” he said and lifted the pillow. “Will someone please lift our little victim up so I can put the pillow down?”

"With pleasure." Leo lifted her up so that Emerson could slide the cushion underneath her, settling her back down gently.

“Would you look at this,” Emerson murmured. “So fucking perfect,” he said before grabbing her ankles and wrenching her legs apart. “She needs some sweet adornments...but nothing on that perfect pussy.” He looked up. “Agreed?”

"Whatever the birthday boy says," Finn said mildly.

"Agreed," Leo nodded righteously. "No sugar-induced yeast infections here, thank you very much."

"But chocolate everywhere else?" Carter said, more gleeful than she'd heard him in a while.

“Oh, go nuts...make sure she’s sticky with a lot of things,” Emerson said, heat in his eyes. “You ready to be our plate, sweet girl?”

She nodded, shaking softly with anticipation. “Any rules?” she asked.

"Do you think we need them?" Finn asked her. "Don't you trust us?"

“With everything,” she said. “I just didn’t want to hear that I get to be the plate and I can’t come.”

Emerson laughed. “My birthday...have I ever stopped you from coming?” He caressed her inner thighs, eyes on her pussy. She felt her core clench.

“No...”

“Then that’s your answer.”

Ever the showman, Leo jumped up onto his knees on the table, the wood barely groaning under the weight. "I claim the head!" he declared with a grin, daring anyone to challenge him as he pulled her shoulders back and settling her in his lap.

With a giggle she looked up to him, and arched a brow as Jack handed him whipped cream and a strawberry. Jack, with another can of the cream, started spraying sections on her stomach, lines and little balls of fluffy cream. She looked down to Emerson who was watching his friends with a feral grin on his face.

"This might tickle," Carter warned, leaning in to swipe a tongue up her side to catch some cream that was melting from her body heat.

“Ah...” she arched at the contact, the heat of his tongue sending zings of feeling through her. Never had she had this...the attention of so many, so many that wanted her. Emerson chuckled as he slid a finger into her waiting heat.

“Ah fuck, she’s fucking drenched. Does the thought of all of us on you at once turn you on, Pet?” Her core clenched on his finger. “Oh, fuck yes, she likes that...”

She looked to Finn and Rix who both had hooded gazes, carrying over dessert toppings from the cart, and Jack who was still happily dotting her with cream, and then to Easton who was still sitting in his chair.

He wasn't making any move to engage, but the way he was looking at her...it was hungry. The raw, naked feeling in his eyes was so conflicted, like he wanted to join the others but something was stopping him.

Gods, she wanted her Snake so badly. Wanted him to be with her, to connect with him so badly. And outside of the bedroom, they were. He had been calling, they had their date coming up, but the disconnect... She smiled at him before Rix gently, so gently turned her face to him and leaned in, kissing her.

Gods, the man could kiss, and she arched as he pinched her nipple. “Pay attention to us,” he said softly against her lips, pulling back.

Her body was a mass of cream and sauces and fruit, and as she caught Emerson’s eyes from between her thighs he winked and lowered his mouth to her.

“Ah!”

"Back off." Leo shoved Rix none too gently. "I said her head was mine." He coated his thumb in cream and swiped it across the seam of her lips, before pushing it into her mouth. "Suck it clean," he commanded.

She did, hearing Rix chuckle, then the heat of his mouth on her breast. She sucked Leo’s thumb, licking around it, like she was sucking his perfectly pierced cock. Emerson was weaving magic between her thighs, his tongue and fingers playing her, making her body string tight.

She moaned around Leo’s finger as Jack bit her belly softly, sucking and licking the cream off, Carter on the other side. She knew they would leave love bites there. And Finn...where was her Devil?

She found out a few seconds later when one of the legs hooked over Emerson's shoulders was lifted in strong hands and Finn trailed a slick, chocolate-covered strawberry up her calf.