The moment his lips were around her tit, Daphne’s eyes closed and her teeth sank into her bottom lip. The sound of her moan echoed around the room, capturing his attention.
Damn, he wanted to go and have in on the action.
He stayed where he was, watching her, waiting.
She moaned Dean’s name as he let go of her throat and now both of his hands were on her tits, pressing them together, teasing them.
Just watching them, Micah was sure he was going to come in his pants, but as suddenly as it seemed to start, Dean stood, putting the straps of her dress back in place, and dropping a kiss to her lips.
In the next second, he captured her hand, placing it right over his cock. She touched him, but from where Micah was stood, he couldn’t see exactly what Dean was showcasing. All he could do was imagine, and he would bet a fortune Dean was rock-hard.
His friend always played the role of being in control, but he had a feeling when it came to Daphne, he didn’t know the first thing about control. Like the rest of them, he was just as smitten.
When Dean finally spun to face him, the evidence of his erection was plain to see. There was no doubt in Micah’s mind that if his friend had continued sucking on her tits, she’d have been putty in his hand. So why did he stop?
****
Dean sat back in his bed and smiled as he waited.
She’d come.
He knew she would.
Eric had told him what Micah had revealed to him. To win Daphne over, they had to overcome her senses with a touch of manipulation. He was getting there. Today, sucking on her tits had been a glorious feeling but not nearly enough to sate him.
All day, he’d been living with this raging erection and now, it was time to put it to use. He’d offered Daphne a challenge. If she was as strong as she thought she was, to come to his room and prove it. Nothing would happen that she didn’t want to. Or she could keep running away, but he’d find her.
If her anger was any indication, she’d be with him soon. Daphne didn’t like to show weakness. She never had during high school, and now as a woman, she was fucking glorious.
This house, everything about her, screamed control. Since her grandma’s passing and even before then, she’d ingrained herself into this place so much that she hadn’t given herself chance to live.
All she did was exist for the sake of others. People came here to get away. Daphne did nothing but serve others, keeping them all happy, while she did what, exactly? Nothing.
She merely lived.
There was no excitement unless someone counted bad deliveries where she’d have to call the supplier and argue. That wasn’t living. He didn’t for a second believe this was all down to him, Eric, and Micah. No, this was down to losing her parents.
She was scared to live in case she’d lose someone close again. He was sure of it.
There was a light knock at his door and he smiled.
“Come in.”
There was a second’s hesitation, and he tensed up, ready to go chasing after her if the need arose.
She opened the door and stepped inside. A large bathrobe covered her. She closed the door, leaning against it and folding her arms.
“I’m not afraid of you.”
“I didn’t say you were.” He got to his feet and then in front of her gaze, removed his own robe. He was naked beneath. Her eyes widened and then she slapped a hand over them.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
He took a step toward her, reaching for her hand. He pried it away from her eyes and placed it on his naked cock.
All day he’d been rock-hard. He hadn’t given himself the pleasure of coming. That would happen soon.
Her other hand fell away, and he grabbed the tie of her robe, tugging it open. When it fell open, he groaned. The negligee she wore left nothing to the imagination and yet everything. Lace curved around her breasts and toward her stomach. Triangles covered her nipples. So tempting and yet, modest, but sexy as fuck.
It had to go.
Gripping the straps, he tore the gown, and it fell to the floor in waves.
She cried out, letting go of his dick, which she’d been holding without his assistance for a few seconds.
She tried to cover her tits. He took her hands and pressed her back against the wall.
If she told him to stop, he’d do it. This wasn’t about frightening her. He wanted her more than anything.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Tell me to stop.”
“Tell me what you’re doing.”
“I’m going to lick this pussy and see if it’s as tasty as Eric said. I’ve never had a virgin cunt.”
Her cheeks grew a nice shade of red.
Pressing his lips against her neck, he sucked on her pulse.
“And then I’m going to come and you’re going to watch.” He moved down her body, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking hard before moving to the next one, giving it the same attention as the first.
They deserved equal attention.
Biting down on her nipple, he heard her cry and moan. As he smiled against her flesh, he pulled back, holding her hips, and guided her back to the bed.
“I love that you didn’t take any other man.” He helped her lie back, spreading her thighs. At the sight of her bare pussy, he groaned.
When he was eye level with her, he captured her ass and pressed his face against her naked
