Page 29 of Power Play Daddies (Miami Icemen #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Daisy

The air between us crackles with anticipation, every second drawing us closer to something I can’t quite name.

Their hands are everywhere, grazing my skin, teasing, making me tremble in ways I’ve never known before.

Beau’s fingers slide over my waist, guiding me into position as I kneel before them. The pressure builds in my chest, my heart hammering as I feel Mason’s breath against my neck, the heat of Kieran’s presence at my back.

“Easy,” Kieran murmurs, his voice a grounding force as his hands settle on my shoulders. The weight of them, their focus on me—it’s overwhelming, but I crave it. Every touch feels like it burns its mark.

Mason steps forward, his hands finding their way to my hips. His touch is commanding, but there’s something soft underneath it all—a tenderness that makes my pulse quicken.

“Sit,” Beau instructs, his voice low and confident. I hesitate, but the spark in his eyes pushes me forward. I sink into Mason’s waiting lap.

The heat of his body against mine makes my breath catch. His hands slide up my back, pulling me closer. I lean forward, my lips brushing against his, the kiss deep, slow, the kind that makes everything else fade away.

But then I feel Kieran’s hands on my thighs, spreading them apart, pulling me toward him. I feel the head of his cock press against my ass.

The motion is deliberate, and I’m instantly aware of how exposed I am. But there’s no fear—just a thrilling awareness of being wanted in ways I never imagined.

Beau kneels before me, his hands steady as he guides me down. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t force me into anything, but the look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know. He’s waiting for me, just as much as I’m waiting for him.

“Take your time, Trouble,” Beau says, his voice rough with desire, and I do. I lean forward, trembling as I let myself fall into the moment, the sensation of their touches amplifying everything.

Mason’s grip tightens on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he pulls me closer. “Still with us?”

I nod, breathless, my pulse racing as I meet his eyes. “Yeah.”

Beau watches, a predatory gleam in his eyes, his smile widening. “Not gonna lie, thought we might’ve broken you already.”

I roll my eyes, defiance slipping through the haze of desire clouding my mind. “You wish.”

Kieran moves behind me, his hands running down my spine, tracing circles on my skin, sending shivers through me. “We’re just getting started.”

His voice is a promise—one I don’t know whether I’m ready for, but my body answers before I can form a coherent thought. Mason’s hand moves to my chin, forcing me to look at him, his eyes never leaving mine. “Open.”

I do, the need in my chest surging higher, taking over. My lips part, and he spits onto my tongue. The shock of it makes my breath hitch.

Beau’s low chuckle vibrates through the air, filthy and knowing. “Swallow.”

I obey, the heat of Mason’s gaze a brand on my skin as I swallow it all. The world tilts for a moment. His thumb drags across my bottom lip, savoring every second of my submission. “Love watching you obey,” he murmurs.

Beau’s eyes darken, and he moves in closer, his breath hot against my neck. “She’s dangerous.”

Kieran’s hands move down to my waist, pulling me tighter against him. “Yeah, but she’s ours.”

The words crash over me, their weight settling into my bones.

I part my lips, letting Beau slide his hard cock into my mouth. He tastes like lube and him.

Saliva slides down my cheek. Beau holds my hair up in one fist before thrusting deeper into my mouth. I close my eyes, letting the sensation take over.

Kieran presses his cock a little deeper and I clench around Mason.

Mason pulls me forward, rocking me back and forth as Beau fucks my throat.

Kieran is cursing as he pushes his cock a little deeper into my ass. I can feel him restrain himself as he thrusts in slow, measured movements.

I clench around Mason once more. I feel it—their claim—and it burns hotter than ever.

“Fuck!” Mason growls, pulling me into him. My hands claw at Beau’s lap, trying to sit up. He laughs, pulling his cock out of my mouth in one loud pop. “You’ve got this,” he murmurs. His cock is glistening with saliva as he leans forward and kisses my forehead.

“Look at me,” Beau says.

I whimper as Mason’s cock grows harder inside me. He lifts his head to suck on my right nipple as he thrusts upward. Kieran is no longer thrusting, his cock just plugged in my asshole as they wreck me.

The room is filled with the sound of Mason groaning as he chases his orgasm. He pushes upwards, sending sparks through me as he presses on my clit.

“Fuck, Daisy, fuck,” he groans and then I feel him come inside me. I feel his warmth as his come slides between us, making the sound of his cock thrusting inside me even filthier.

I am so close to coming. Kieran pulls out, quickly followed by Mason. Before I can respond, I’m flipped onto my stomach, the shift of motion so fast I barely have time to adjust. There’s no room to think, no room for hesitation.

Too many hands, too many mouths—all working in perfect harmony, making sure every inch of me feels claimed.

Beau’s fingers slide under my chin, tilting my head so I can see him. His eyes are hungry. “You’re so fucking pretty like this.”

His words unlock a new level of need inside me. Mason hums in approval, his voice low. “All wrecked and desperate.”

I moan softly, frustration and need mixing together in a heady cocktail. “Then stop talking about it and do something.”

Beau’s laugh is dark, teasing. “Bossy little thing.”

Kieran’s hand slides down my spine, his palm hot against my skin as he positions me with precision. His grip tightens on my hips. “Think we should teach her some manners?”

I glower, biting back the urge to respond. “Good luck with that.”

Mason’s hand comes down hard on my ass, the slap making me gasp, the sharp sting flooding me with heat.

“Mouthy,” he mutters, the word dragging through the air like a command.

I turn my head, meeting his eyes with all the fire I have left. “And?”

His smirk deepens, eyes gleaming with something feral. “And we fucking love it.”

Beau leans in, his mouth covering mine in a kiss that’s both soft and demanding. My body shudders in response. Then I feel Kieran’s hands pulling me forward, guiding me until my hips are lifted.

His hard cock presses to the entrance of my extra sensitive cunt. I feel the weight of them both—pushing and pulling, demanding, as they make sure every part of me feels them.

Beau’s mouth moves down my body, leaving trails of fire. He positions himself beneath me, guiding me to straddle his face.

There’s no hesitation, no space for doubt. My body responds instinctively, the wet heat of his tongue making my breath hitch. I grind down onto him, his hands gripping my thighs, holding me steady as I ride him, the sensation of his tongue making me dizzy.

Kieran thrusts into me, the rhythm of his body so in sync with mine that it’s impossible to separate us. The combination of the two—his hands on my hips, Beau’s mouth on me—builds something deep inside. Every one of my nerves is on fire.

Mason watches, his eyes locked on me, possessive and intense. “You wanted this, right?”

My breath catches, but the words tumble out. “Yes.”

Mason hums in satisfaction, his hands sliding down my body, tracing every curve, every inch. “Wanted all of us?”

I nod, trembling. Heat, tension, everything is building. I can feel the pressure, the overwhelming desire.

Kieran grinds deeper into me. Beau flicks his tongue, licking the sensitive skin stretched by Kieran’s cock. Then he blows on it, hums, and rolls my clit on his tongue. The world tilts, and my release crashes through me.

I come and come and come.

Mason is holding me up as Kieran fucks harder into me. Tears stream down my cheeks as Kieran comes. Beau’s mouth is still fluttering over my cunt, his other hand wrapped around his cock.

When Kieran slides out of me, his cock is replaced with Beau’s tongue. I throw my head back.

Mason wraps a hand on my throat. “One more, princess . I know you can give us one more ,” he says. His other hand slides down to cup my breast, brushing a thumb over my sensitive nipple. Then he pinches me.

Kieran pinches my left nipple. The pain courses through my entire body.

Beau’s hand moves faster and faster, as he squeezes close to the base of his cock. Then he releases himself, using both my hands to hold me down against his face.

I am a goner, another orgasm wracking through me.

“Yes!” I scream loudly. My eyes are barely open, and I watch in amusement as Beau’s cock twitches and come spurts out of him and onto his thighs and stomach.

He is coming hands-free. Fuck! That is so hot.

And when it’s over, I collapse, exhausted, spent. Kieran pulls me into his arms, his voice soft as he strokes my back. “Still alive?”

I laugh softly, breathless. “Barely.”

Mason stretches beside us, his hand lazily drifting up my thigh. “We should let her sleep.”

Beau chuckles low. “Pretty sure she’s already halfway there.”

I hum, my body heavy and satisfied. “Warm.” Someone cleans me up, I’m not sure who.

Kieran wraps the blanket around us, pulling me close. “That’s ’cause you’re wrapped up in three fucking heaters.”

Mason’s hand glides up my thigh again, slow and comforting. “Sleep, baby. We got you.”

And I do. Wrapped in them, held and safe, I let go.