Page 40 of Melt For Us, Daddy (Big Daddy Energy #4)

Ivy

T he beeping of her alarm woke her the morning after their heart-to-heart with Jacob, and Ivy’s mind immediately went into overdrive as she reached over to turn it off.

Cordelia barely stirred, which either meant she was more exhausted than she’d let on the night before, or she was getting used to the annoying beeping sounds from the clunky clock.

Either way, she needed the rest, so Ivy silently slipped from their bed to begin her morning routine. And as she went through the various steps, her mind drifted down the hall to where Jacob likely still slept.

The night before, Cordelia had made him kneel beside the couch while they’d all watched a movie together.

Nothing sexual, just him kneeling, then sitting between them when his legs had needed a break from his original position.

While they’d watched, Ivy had snuggled with her woman while playing with her boy’s hair and everything about that moment had just felt so right .

Now, however, need hummed through her veins at the thought of him, all those long, lean limbs sprawled across his bed. The fact that he was so much larger than them, and yet still so willing to submit was an aphrodisiac she’d never known she needed.

And she wanted to play. Wanted to use her mouth and her hands to wake him up the way her Daddy sometimes did to her whenever Cordelia woke before her alarm. They couldn’t take it too far, or Daddy would be very unhappy, but they could have a little fun.

Just a little.

With that in mind, she quietly made her way out of the room she shared with Cordelia, but instead of going straight downstairs to get started on her chores, she crept down the hall to Jacob’s room.

Pushing open the door as quietly as possible, she found him still sound asleep, sprawled on his back in a way that made it clear he’d never had to share a bed with.

A familiar excitement pumped through her veins as she stepped into his room, deliberately leaving the door open behind her.

With everything that had happened since the night he’d shown up at the club, she hadn’t had many chances to play the brat with her Daddy, and it surprised her to realize how much she missed it.

She’d never really considered herself a brat before Cordelia came along, but it just made her Daddy so happy when she gave her reasons to get mean that Ivy found herself giving into those impulses more and more.

Maybe she’d have to make some mischief with their baby boy in the future. Depending, of course, on how Daddy reacted to what she was about to do.

Heart pounding with that intoxicating mixture of fear and excitement she was so familiar with, she hoisted herself up onto the bed, kneeling so she straddled his hips.

When she settled her weight on him, the thick length of his cock pressed up between her bottom cheeks and she gave into the urge to wiggle a bit.

The length beneath her hardened and Jacob stirred, a smile curving his lips, but he didn’t wake, at least not entirely.

Well, that would never do.

Lowering herself to stretch out on top of him, Ivy pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. “Jakey… time to wake up, sweet boy. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

He hummed, a low, guttural sound that almost sounded like a purr.

An image of him on all fours, decked out like a kitten while she led him around the club on a leash popped into Ivy’s head.

And while she’d never personally been into pet play, she didn’t hate the idea of having her own little kitty-boy to play with.

Something to discuss with her people when they were back home and the danger was well behind them. For now, she had trouble to make.

Sliding her hands beneath his shirt, she pushed the material up, baring his chest to her.

Daddy had figured out pretty quickly yesterday that their boy loved having his nipples played with.

Ivy ducked her head, running the flat of her tongue over one already taut peak and was rewarded with a quiet groan from the man beneath her.

Eventually, she wanted him awake and part of the fun, but for now she was content to tease him, using her hands and mouth to get him riled up while he hovered on the edge of sleep.

That power she remembered from the night before, the power of having such a large, strong man completely at her mercy hummed through her veins.

So she let herself play, feathering soft kisses all over his skin, gently pinching his nipples just enough to have him gasping in his sleep. And as she teased him, her own arousal grew, a steady ache between her thighs with every touch, every taste.

When she was bordering on frantic herself, she wiggled up his body, sliding her hands into his hair and giving the silky strands a sharp tug. “Wake up, baby boy. Ivy wants to play.”

His eyelids fluttered open, revealing pale eyes still blurry with sleep. “Ivy.”

Her name was nothing more than a sigh, and her heart constricted at the sound. God, he was so fucking sweet she worried she might get a cavity just from kissing him.

“Morning, baby. You wanna play with me?”

A slow grin curved his lips and an instant later he rolled, pinning her to the bed beneath him. “Yes, Ma’am.”

Before him, she’d never really fantasized about being in charge. But every time he called her ‘Ma’am’ in that deep voice, it was an unexpected thrill.

With her hands still in his hair, she drew him down to her, pressing her lips to his.

He met her eagerly, following her lead as their lips and hands wandered, and stroked, and teased.

Until all she knew was him and the pleasure his touch inspired.

He was still a little hesitant, especially when he was trying something new, but with every touch he grew bolder.

And just then, he was bolder than ever. Without her even prompting him to, he slipped a hand into her silky pajama shorts, pushing one thick finger inside her as she arched up with a gasp.

“Oh, god. Jacob!”

“Can I taste you when you come, Ivy? Please?”

The plea was so sweet, she would have agreed even if her brain hadn’t been scrambled with pleasure. “Yes, baby. You can taste me.”

With that same eagerness, he stripped her shorts from her and settled between her thighs, wrapping his arms around her legs as he feasted.

Fingers tangled in his hair, Ivy ground her clit against his tongue, fucking his face as he used all the knowledge Cordelia had given him during their ‘anatomy lessons’ to drive her wild.

Pumping his fingers into her pussy, curling them up to hit that exact right spot inside her while his delightfully eager tongue worked her clit.

She was so caught up in the moment, the orgasm caught her by complete surprise, ripping through her with such intensity she couldn’t help but scream out her pleasure. It left her trembling in its wake, panting for breath as she lay stunned against the pillow.

“Holy shit, Jakey. That was… fucking fantastic.”

As always, his face lit with praise when he lifted his head to grin at her. “You really liked it?”

“Oh, baby boy. I loved it.”

But as the high of the orgasm faded, reality slammed into her, sending her heart racing. She hadn’t actually meant to let him take things so far. Just a little touching, a little teasing. Enough to get them both a little riled and maybe earn her a quick, playful spanking from their woman.

Now, however…

“Fuck,” she groaned, throwing a hand over her eyes. “Daddy’s going to be pissed.”

“You’re absolutely right about that, little girl.”

Jacob

Scrambling to sit up, Jacob looked from one woman to the other, his brain trying to piece together what was going on. There was Cordelia in the doorway of his bedroom, arms folded, her face a careful mask that didn’t really give away what she was feeling.

On the bed beside him was Ivy. She’d push up to a sitting position, her hair a wild mess around her face, her delicate features twisted with worry.

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I didn’t mean to, I swear. It-it was an accident.”

Cordelia raised a single eyebrow, sending Jacob’s heart racing with fear. “I see.”

Two words. Just two little words, but they were delivered with such deadly calm, Jacob nearly sank to his knees in front of her to beg for forgiveness. Even though he wasn’t really sure what he should be begging forgiveness for , exactly.

Taking a step forward, Cordelia raked her gaze over them, one corner of her mouth tugging up in a sadistic smirk.

“So, what happened exactly, babygirl? You accidentally came into Jacob’s room, stumbled and accidentally fell into bed with him?

I suppose your pajamas accidentally fell off of their own accord with no help from either of you? ”

As she spoke the pieces fell into place and Jacob nearly groaned. Had Ivy not gotten permission to wake him up the way she had? He probably should have asked, but he’d been so caught up in the taste of her it hadn’t even occurred to him they were doing something ‘wrong’.

“I-I can explain.”

Every protective instinct he had welled up in him at the tremble in Ivy’s voice. She sounded so small, so scared , and he wanted nothing more than to shield her from Cordelia’s wrath.

But he’d been warned what would happen if he did that. If he stepped between them when Ivy was in trouble. Was he willing to risk an even worse punishment than what he likely had coming already to protect Ivy?

Yeah, actually, he was.

“It was my fault.”

Behind him, Ivy groaned. And now both of Cordelia’s eyebrows shot up to her hairline with clear disbelief. “Explain.”

Pinned in place by those emerald eyes, he had to fight the urge to squirm, and he was pretty sure his face was already bright red. “I don’t really know how to, Ma’am. We just got carried away.”

“I see.” Again just two little words that had his stomach clenching. “That doesn’t explain how Ivy came to be in your bed in the first place.”

“Because I was being a brat,” Ivy said with an annoyed huff of breath. “But I really did just get carried away. I never meant for it to go that far.”

“So you only meant to disobey me a little.”

Beside him, Ivy seemed to shrink in on herself. “I guess you could put it that way.”

Silence engulfed them as Cordelia slowly made her way across the room to stand in front of the bed.

When she was close enough, she reached out, gripping his face with her slender fingers.

“I’m going to ask you a question, and I expect nothing less than the truth from you, Jacob Aaron. Am I understood?”

“Y-yes, Ma’am.”

“When Ivy crawled into your bed, were you under the impression she had my permission to do so?”

His mind raced, trying to find a way to answer her question without lying but without getting Ivy in even more trouble than she already was. “I didn’t really think about it, Ma’am.”

“Hmm. Then I suppose I’ll have to ensure it’s something neither of you forget to think about in the future. Stand up, both of you.”