Chapter 49
Chapter forty-nine
Noah
“Put that back on.” I grab for the extra-thick flannel Sawyer just discarded as she quickly strips off the rest of her clothes.
Holy shit.
She’s completely naked before me, illuminated by the glow of the bonfire at her back.
“Like this, Bee Daddy?” She snags the flannel and pushes both arms through, though she leaves the shirt unbuttoned.
Fuck it.
If she catches pneumonia out here tonight, I’ll nurse her back to health.
“Yeah, honey,” I grunt, adjusting my cock. “Just like that.”
“I’m sorry.” Mercer snickers. “I know I’m slightly under the influence right now, but did you just call him Bee Daddy?”
Sawyer spins, turning so the voluptuous globes of her bare ass are perfectly aligned with my face.
“Yes, Professor,” she sasses. “You’re not the only one allowed to use nicknames around here.”
Fucking hell.
I can’t resist grasping her by the hips.
Legs spread wide, I guide her toward me until the backs of her knees hit my chair. I don’t know what comes over me, but I kiss the fleshy part of her left ass cheek. Then I switch sides and lightly bite the other.
Sawyer moans.
She fucking moans.
When I look up, Mercer is crowding her space.
His eyes flit to mine over her shoulder, a mischievous smile dancing on his face.
“Are you the only one allowed to call him that, Little Nuisance?”
It’s a double-edged question.
One I don’t have a particularly strong answer for.
My cock twitches every fucking time she says it. That’s got to mean something, right?
“Lower down and spread your legs wide on Daddy’s lap,” Mercer instructs.
Ah, shit.
My dick jerks so hard I’m afraid I’ll pull a fucking muscle.
Sawyer does as she’s told, her naked body draped over me with her back to my chest.
“Just like that.” Mercer spreads her legs wider and hooks them around my thighs. “She looks so fucking good in your lap, Noah.”
Sawyer drops her head back against my shoulder. “Take a picture for Daddy,” she mewls. “Please. I want him to see.”
My heart stops, then starts again. Fucking fuck.
What in the world?
What the fuck is happening right now?
“Noah?” Mercer cocks a brow in the light of the fire.
“Fuck,” I groan, my thoughts a jumbled mess. “I mean, yeah. Do what she says.”
I’m half panicked but so fucking turned on I can’t think straight.
“Give me your phone,” Mercer commands.
Right. Yeah. Good idea.
I fish it out of my back pocket and hand it over.
When I resituate in the chair, I boldly caress Sawyer’s curves, my hands landing greedily on her breasts.
“Wait,” Sawyer breathes out on a gasp, startling me. She rolls her head, her gaze doe-eyed and glassy. “I want you to put it in. Please, Daddy. Let me warm your cock while Merce takes our picture.”
I won’t deny her anything.
Which is how I find myself pulling my dick out of my pants, lining up with her sweet little pussy, and sinking into her nice and slow as I continue to palm her tits.
“Got it.” Mercer stashes the phone and sinks to his knees in front of us.
“Sawyer, you know your safe words. Noah, say ‘harmonica’ if you want me to stop. But I fully intend to eat this cunt until she’s milking the cum right out of you, Bee Daddy.”
There’s a teasing bite to his tone.
It’s so fucking hot my cock pulses of its own volition.
Sawyer leans back, trusting me to take her weight and support her.
Always, honey.
Always.
I caress her sides, cup her breasts, and stroke up her inner thighs as Mercer gets in position.
With the first lick, we both seize up, Sawyer with pleasure, and me with intense overwhelm.
Mercer doesn’t ease into it or attempt to build her up.
He dives right in, an animal as he feasts.
My vantage point is incredible. I’ve got a front-row seat to the show as he ravages her clit and the lips of her pussy. More often than not, his mouth comes into contact with my dick, and despite how still I remain, I find myself building up and barreling toward an orgasm in record time.
It’s the tip of his tongue that does it. Every time he nudges or prods against Sawyer’s sex, the secondary caress sends shockwaves through my core.
I love this man as a person and as my best friend. Is it weird that I also love what he’s doing right now?
Fuck it. We’re both with her, and like we talked about before, there will be times where things are more fluid than clearly defined.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the last few years, it’s to tell the people I care about how I feel. And right now, I feel incredible.
“Merce,” I groan. “Ah fuck, Merce. That’s so fucking good.”
I weave a hand through his hair, bumping Sawyer’s, but after I give it an appreciative tug, I release him and let her take the reins.
She guides him where she wants him, her walls choking me so hard I start to worry she’ll pull the cum right out of me.
“Fuck. Honey. Are you on birth control?”
Mercer snorts. “Like I’d let you come inside her if she wasn’t.”
I smack the back of his head lightly, which earns me a disgruntled growl.
“Ouch,” Sawyer shrieks. “He just bit me.”
Mercer glares up, eyes wild. “If I’m on my knees with the expressed goal of making you both come, trust that I have the situation under control.”
I fight back a laugh at the scolding. Fair enough.
Sawyer tips her head back and snakes one arm around my neck. “Kiss me.”
I kiss her hard, feeding her my tongue.
She’s a mess in my lap, trying to roll her hips but not gaining any traction because her legs are spread so wide and she’s speared on my cock.
Against my lips, she murmurs, “I have an IUD. I want you to come inside me, Daddy.”
My balls seize up, my body coiled and ready for release.
“Say it a-fucking-gain,” I grunt.
“Please, Daddy. Fill me up. I want all your cum.”
My pleasure peaks just as Mercer turns his head, latches on to her clit, and sucks hard enough I feel it through the trembling walls of her pussy.
“Goddamn,” I hiss as Sawyer cries out.
I can’t distinguish between her pulsating climax and my supercharged orgasm. We’re both coming, the pleasure too much for me to even begin to understand.
I’m filling her up.
She’s guiding me home.
Somewhere between the frantic curses and the needy cries, Mercer stood up, pulled out his cock, and asked Sawyer to open her pretty little mouth.
He lasts all of four seconds before he comes, too, the shared pleasure and depth of our connection taking on a life of its own as happiness, joy, safety, and satiation radiate off our girl.