Chapter 40
Chapter forty
Mercer
“Iwant you both in my mouth. At the same time.”
Another wave of heat washes over me. Goddamn this woman.
She’s perfection.
My every fantasy come to life, packaged in a highly desirable, entirely fuckable package.
“Noah?” I wrench a hand down my face, the water from the shower sluicing over my skin, then make quick work of sudsing up my painfully hard dick.
Noah releases a long breath. “I’m game.”
I eye my best friend warily. “Our dicks are going to touch.”
He cocks one brow and holds out an open palm toward Sawyer, who’s already on her knees. “Yeah. In her mouth. I’m good with it if it isn’t weird for you.”
I lift a shoulder. “We won’t know until we try.” Then, with my index finger, I tap Sawyer’s chin twice. “Open, sweetheart.”
She pops up onto her knees, relaxes her jaw, and sticks out her tongue.
I bend lower, grip her chin, and murmur “such a good fucking girl” before I spit in her waiting mouth.
“Merce!” Noah gapes.
Sawyer’s eyes glint with mischief as she surveys me, then him, her tongue still stuck out.
“Spit, or you don’t get to fuck her face,” I declare.
His body goes rigid. “Seriously? You don’t get to decide—”
“I didn’t,” I insist. I home in on Sawyer’s devilish grin. “She did.”
Noah clenches his jaw, fisting his dick in one hand, and studies us both.
Eventually, he huffs a “fine” and cups Sawyer’s face tenderly.
“Hold steady, honey,” he says, still standing tall. “I’ve got impeccable aim.”
He spits, and a massive wad lands on Sawyer’s tongue.
“Now you can swallow,” I tell her.
She peers up through her wet lashes, shakes her head, and wraps one hand around each of our lengths, drawing us together and running the heads of our cocks through the pool on her tongue.
Matching moans escape us as she leans forward and takes us deeper.