Chapter 26
Chapter twenty-six
Tytus
“You’re pierced,” Eden says, interrupting what might possibly be the greatest encounter of my life.
Those two words chase away the euphoria, pulling me out of the moment. The edges of darkness press against my lungs, threatening to take over. But then I remember where I am, who I’m with, what we’re doing.
On a long exhale, I meet Eden’s gaze.
He’s seething, all his focus zeroed in on where Sawyer and I are joined.
Ironically, that’s all I want to look at, too.
“Yeah, prof. I’m pierced,” I confirm, focusing on my girl again.
“What do you mean, pierced?” Noah asks gruffly from the front.
A thrill rushes through me. It’s mostly Sawyer’s doing, though there’s a smug satisfaction there, too.
Honestly, I’d forgotten Noah was here.
I’ve forgotten everything that existed before Sawyer lowered her lush, warm body onto mine, right where she belongs, and we were finally joined together.
She hasn’t stopped grinding against me. She’s doing all the work, taking my full length over and over and making the hottest noises I’ve ever heard. The windows of the truck are steamed up, thank fuck. No one else gets to see her like this. I can barely tolerate the small audience we already have.
She’s close, clenching around my piercings, gripping me mercilessly, working hard to pull herself up and down my length.
“You feel so good, mon ange,” I quietly praise. My hands drift to the globes of her ass, but I don’t allow myself to really grip her and hold on like I want to. I can’t take her weight or help in any way without reinjuring myself.
“Pierced, as in there are several silver barbells through his cock,” Eden grunts.
Sawyer freezes, then giggles. “It’s seven, professor. Not several.” When she sinks all the way back down and her walls spasm around me, I groan.
“The fuck?” Noah mutters.
Eden tips his head back against the headrest and closes his eyes.
Good. He can stay like that.
Sawyer, apparently, doesn’t agree. When she notices his despondence, she stills her movements. “Merce.”
Wait. Fuck.
The heat in my veins suddenly feels more like anger than ecstasy.
Why the hell do I have to be punished for his temper?
“Mercer. Please.”
He cracks his eyes open and lifts his head, clearly still reeling.
Sawyer reaches for him, cupping the side of his face, and he instantly leans into her touch.
“She’s high,” I remind him, a warning laced into the words. Just because she’s acting like nothing’s wrong right now doesn’t mean he’s forgiven. The same goes for me, unfortunately.
“I’m well aware,” he snaps back. “Should I ignore her, Tremblay? Just go back to the front seat and let you carry on?”
Sawyer gasps. “What? No!”
With both hands on her back, I cradle her closer, ignoring the pain in my chest as I press her body into mine.
“Right here, baby. I’m right here.”
The reminder does nothing to distract her from the man beside me.
“Merce,” she pouts, reaching out for him once again.
I tense, that anger spinning into a rage inside me.
Sawyer clenches around my length, the sensation instantly dampening the intrusive emotions, but only a little.
“Touch me. Please,” she beseeches him. “I need you, too.”
The rage sours, and hurt sets in, a lancing wound to my chest.
I’m not enough.
I fucking hate that I’m not enough.
He leans toward us, crowding my space, apparently giving in.
Then Sawyer is suddenly here with me again. All her attention focused on us. She rolls her hips forward and plants the sweetest kiss on my lips. “It’s not one or the other, Ty. I need you both.”
Eyes slammed shut, I try like hell to ignore Eden’s presence.
“Touch me,” Sawyer whimpers.
She has to be talking to him, because my hands haven’t left her body since she climbed into my lap.
I bow my head and focus on where we’re connected. The way she trembles around me, shifting her hips back and forth and using my cock to drive herself higher. She wants this. She wants me. She’s riding my cock and whispering my name.
“May I?” Eden murmurs.
I open my eyes, finding him inches from my face, staring directly at me.
I’d jump back if I had anywhere to fucking go or any strength left.
Because of the way we’re sandwiched in the small space, with me in the middle so Sawyer can straddle my lap and Eden pressed against my side, I’m trapped.
I should feel caged and desperate to get away.
Instead, I feel a strange gratefulness. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m indebted to the man beside me. Despite his presence annoying me to no fucking end, Sawyer wouldn’t be safe and in my arms—and on my cock—if it wasn’t for his and Noah’s help tonight.
That, and I’m in so much fucking pain right now, I’m worried I can’t get Sawyer off on my own.
So as much as I’d love to tell the good professor to fuck off and leave us the hell alone, I relent.
“Be my guest.” Teeth gritted, I turn my focus back to Sawyer.
Eden tsks, condescension layered in the noise. “I need non-sarcastic verbal consent.”
Fuck.
Fine.
I guess that’s fair, all things considered.
For as much as I fucking hate this guy, and for as many offenses as he’s committed against me, at least I know he’s a decent fucking human. Sometimes. When he wants to be.
“You have my permission to participate,” I say, trying to match his uppity tone.
Eden either doesn’t catch it or doesn’t care. No, because suddenly his knuckles are brushing against my nutsack.
He inserts his hand between my body and Sawyer’s and murmurs, “Jesus H, sweetheart,” nuzzling close enough that his chin brushes my shoulder.
“Merce,” Sawyer sighs, her body loose and languid as she seeks out his mouth. “You’re really here.”
They kiss, and a zip of agony tears through me.
Vigor renewed by jealousy, I thrust up. Partly to displace Eden’s hand, and partly to refocus my girl. “Let’s get her there and get home.”
Mercer hums his assent as he pulls back and removes his hand.
“You’re hurting,” he states plainly.
There’s a hint of shame to the statement. I don’t bother arguing or assuaging his guilt. He should feel fucking bad. I’m hurting because of him.
“Take it easy and give me a little room so I can work her clit,” he suggests.
Not a bad plan.
Before I can agree, he inserts two fingers into his mouth and hums. “Delectable.”
A rush of dark amusement hits me. I can’t fucking help but burst his bubble.
“That’s not all her,” I tell him smugly.
His eyes widen like saucers, but then his brow drops into a deep scowl. “You already came?”
I can’t help but smile.
“Twice.”
He scoffs, his outrage morphing into indignation.
“But you’re still hard. She’s still riding you. I can fucking see your massive cock with all the silver studs every time she lifts herself up!”
I’m smiling so wide my cheeks hurt now. “That’s typically how it goes for me.”
A growl from the front rumbles like thunder. “Seriously? He’s got a pierced dick and no refractory period?”
Sawyer smashes her lips against mine once more, keeping me from bantering back and centering me with her warm mouth and hot tongue teasing against mine.
“Less talking,” she pants when she pulls away. “More kissing.” With another roll of her hips, she looks at Eden. “I want to come on Ty’s cock while you feed me your tongue, professor.”
With those words, a switch is flipped.
Eden and I both get into position, galvanized by the clear directions. There’s no time to bicker or to debate how to proceed.
Sawyer told us exactly what she wants and how—no further instructions needed.
I caress her hips, gripping her plush thighs as she rides me. “You feel so good, mon ange,” I praise. “And you look so pretty riding me like this.”
She may be kissing the professor, but her lips curl up as I praise her. I fucking love that I put that smile on her face.
Eden works her hard, rubbing her clit and building her up with the hot, frantic kisses she craves.
She grips me like a vise, squeezing harder with each passing second.
“Just like that. Stay there.” I hold her in place and thrust up with short, fast strokes. “Keep going,” I encourage Eden.
She’s so tight I worry that if she pulls all the way off again, she won’t be able to work my cock back in. She’s close. So fucking close.
“Come on, baby. I’m about to peak again, and I want to come together. Milk me and show me how much you love getting fucked and fingered.”
That does it.
Her mouth parts, her head falls back, and she closes her eyes as her body takes and takes and takes, finally coming undone.
I ease back into consciousness as the truck rolls to a gentle stop. It was a rough ride back to the orchard, although I got the sense Noah was doing everything he could to keep the vehicle steady and avoid abrupt turns.
One of the passenger doors opens, allowing a biting chill to fill the cabin. Noah leans in, focused on a sleeping Sawyer.
She’s been out for most of the drive, sated and limp in my arms, looking like the perfect angel she is. She’s jolted herself awake a few times, which Eden has assured me is to be expected from the MDMA. Thankfully she drifted back to sleep quickly after each spell.
Noah clears his throat. When I glance up, he’s looking right at me.
“I’ll carry her inside.”
I nod, dutifully releasing the arm I had around her shoulders to keep her steady.
As much as I hate accepting his help, I’m not in a place to argue. My body’s wrecked. I’m going to have a hard time just getting myself out of this car.
I shift to move her closer to Noah, but my muscles seize and my insides scream. I suck in a sharp breath through my teeth, shame swirling inside me. I can’t even fucking scoot her across the seat.
“Let me help,” the professor says.
Irritation prickles through me. I have no problem allowing Noah to assist, but now that the heat in the truck has been extinguished, Eden is back on my shit list.