Page 97 of Melt For Us, Daddy
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.”
