Page 28 of Treasured By Them
Danica makes a soft sound, half-whimper, half-moan. “I’m trying, you’re just so big.”
“I know, I know. You can do it. Slow and steady, baby girl.” He groans and flexes his hips. More of his cock disappears inside her. He brings a hand around to hold her lower stomach. “Fuck, I can feel myself inside you.”
Hot. I keep licking her, jacking myself at the same time. I keep my pace slow. I don’t want to come yet. Need to see her writhing and wiggling over Troy, first.
“Daddies,” Danica sighs. “I’m close.”
“Good. Come on my cock, sweetheart.” Troy thrusts, his cock moving in and out.
I keep licking and kissing our girl. I flick my tongue over her clit, lapping rhythmically at the little button in time with Troy’s thrusts.
Danica moans repeatedly, her pitch heightening. Her fingers tug at my hair as she rides Troy’s cock and my face.
“Come for us, baby.” Troy sounds strained, like he’s trying to hold back. “Come now.”
I suck hard at her clit.
“Yes!” Danica cries out—muscles tensing, body rippling.
I keep licking her. I don’t even need to move my tongue because Troy’s pumping his hips faster, chasing his own orgasm.
He comes with a groan and falls back with Danica splayed over the top of him. I stand and glide my hand over my cock. The sight of Danica like that, her skin blushing pink with arousal, her hard nipples pointing up, her pussy pink and used—fuck. It only takes a few jerks before I’m coming, the white liquid splashing over Danica’s stomach.
Troy and I clean her up, cuddle her, and fuck her again before sending her to work.
This time when she leaves the apartment, she doesn’t complain about Caleb guarding her.
Danica
On Saturday night, Leah and Caleb follow me up to the front door of my old place. I hesitate at the door. Should I knock? I don’t exactly live here anymore.
Nah, I’m paying rent, and these are my friends. I turn the handle and push it open.
My roommates jump to their feet, smiles on their faces.
“Danicaaaaaa!” Wallace rushes toward me, his brown bangs artfully styled. He carries a big, white sash in his outstretched arms. The word BRIDE glitters in pink rhinestones. “I have something for you!”
I tug down the tight fabric of my white dress. Tonight, I’m in white and everyone else in the party is wearing pink. Wallace and Elias are wearing pink button-up dress shirts, and Elias even switched out his usual black gauges for pink ones. Leah and Rita have on pink dresses. Leah has her brown hair down in waves over her shoulders, and Rita put up her curly red hair in a high ponytail, tied with a pink ribbon.
It’s a small bachelorette party, but all of this is happening last-minute. And I prefer a smaller group of besties over a large group of shallow acquaintances.
I allow Wallace to put the sash over my shoulder. Elias hands me a rhinestone tiara with BRIDE spelled out on that, too. I’m living up to the “princess” pet name Edmund uses for me. I smile to myself as I adjust the tiara on my head.
At Vice, there will be no doubt in anyone’s mind who is getting married.
Rita whistles at the sight of the limo parked in front of the house. “Wow.”
“Yeah.” I’m a little embarrassed by all the fuss. Yes, this is all for my bachelorette party, but this is a marriage of convenience, after all. Nobody proposed or accepted the ring because they’re in love. So all the celebration feels somewhat fake.
Other than the very real feelings forming on my end.
Edmund said he liked me. I can tell Troy does. But it’s easy to like someone. Hell, I like my roommates. I like my parents’ friends Malcolm and Zora. I like my boss, Isabelle. Lots of people to like.
Love, though…that’s harder.
“Danica?” Rita waves her hand to get my attention. “Are you all set?”
“Oh, right.” I flash her a smile. “I’m ready, let’s go!”
