Chapter 42 Noah
Chapter forty-two
Noah
“Fuck, honey.” I throw my head back, my vision blurring. “How does it just keep getting better and better?”
I guide Sawyer down onto my cock again, this time thrusting up to meet her.
Being deeply seated inside her, connected in the most visceral, primal way two people can be connected is unreal. I don’t know that I’ll ever get used to it.
“I’m getting close,” she whimpers.
Hell yeah she is.
She’s already come once. Tytus guided me through finger fucking her while pressing the heel of my palm against her clit. She was practically riding my arm as she drenched me.
Turns out I’m a big fan of letting someone else call the shots.
“I love when they watch me,” she confesses, the words soft, just for me.
Her cheeks are flushed pink, and there’s a light mist of sweat along her hairline. She’s so primed, her hole so damn tight. I don’t know how much longer I’ll last when she’s clenched around me like this.
I rest my forehead against hers, locking my arms around her shoulders, and give her a few quick, shallow thrusts, applying enough force on the last one to pull her all the way down on my cock, giving her pressure right where she needs it.
“Please, Daddy.” She grinds against me, chasing that sweet release.
A pained chuckle escapes me. I lean in close and tug on her earlobe with my teeth, then kiss down her neck and over the crests of her tits.
When I reach the other side, I pull back, studying her, my heart thundering.
She’s exquisite. Perfect in every way. The only problem now is I can’t give her what she’s asking.
“You know it’s not my call, honey.”
She huffs, the exhalation so forceful it feels like she’s bearing down and trying to push my cock out of her hot channel. Then she whips her head to one side, looking at the audience sitting in front of the fire.
I thought it’d be weird, having my best friend and Tytus watch us have sex.
I was wrong. Honestly it’s really hot. Their presence only encourages me further.
I find myself taking my time, really savoring each kiss and suck and thrust. I want it to be good for our girl.
But I want to put on a show. I want to ensure the others are having a good time, too.
Sawyer’s body is a remarkable gift. She deserves to be devoured by hungry eyes. And the other men who adore her deserve to take in every second of her pleasure.
“Please, Ty,” she says sweetly, grinding back and forth on my cock. “Please, can I come now?”
Mercer chuckles quietly. Good to know he’s enjoying this, too.
“Did I hear you call him Daddy, mon ange?”
My heart stutters. Shit.
We’ve been using the phrase so liberally lately. I forgot it’s not all that conventional.
“Yes or no, Tytus?” Sawyer sasses, clenching around my length as if the tension is only building her up more.
Fuck. At this rate, I’m going to be the one begging him to let her come, just so I don’t embarrass myself before I get her across the finish line.
“Look at you,” Tytus goads from across the room. “You’re so hot and bothered, aren’t you, baby? You love being watched. You love knowing that I’m stuck in this chair, and the professor is over here sitting on his hands to keep from touching himself, all because of you.”
Sawyer refocuses her attention on me, kisses me deeply, then pulls back and sighs. “I fear he could do this all night,” she murmurs in my ear. “I’m taking matters into my own hands.”
Without disconnecting our bodies, she turns, spreads her legs wide, and plants her hands on the edge of the seat cushions.
The new angle is exquisite. I’m not going to last, goddammit.
Tytus tsks. “Did I tell you to turn around?”
She whips her head up, surely pinning him with the most beautiful glare.
I hook one arm around her waist, holding her close, then smooth the hair off her shoulder and gently kiss her back.
“I just wanted you to have the best view,” she says sweetly.
I chuckle.
She clenches that pretty pussy around my length, silencing me, and finds a new rhythm. I can’t see her hands, but based on Tytus and Mercer’s reactions, I assume she’s playing with the gold piercings that adorn her nipples.
I brace one arm against the back of the couch and angle my hips, then thrust once, sinking deeper.
“Fuck,” she groans, a desperate edge to the drawn-out word. “Yes, Daddy. Just like that.”
“You want to come on your Daddy’s cock, mon ange?” Tytus growls. “You need me to tell Daddy to fuck you harder? To tug on your nipples, clamp down on your neck, and slap that swollen, needy clit until you explode on his lap?”
Sawyer nods frantically, and I don’t bother waiting for further instruction. I take his dirty talk at face value and cup her breasts, massaging and kneading and pinching her nipples.
Leaning forward, I suck on her neck, latching on to the skin stretched over her collarbone and suckling in time with the sharp tugs on her piercings.
When I lower one hand and swat at her clit, Sawyer cries out.
“Fuck. Yes. Again. Please, Daddy. Please make me come.”
“Do it, Noah,” Tytus demands. “Fuck that orgasm right out of her, Daddy.”
His words tip me over the edge this whole setup has had me teetering on.
Toe-curling heat and tingling pleasure radiate through my limbs.
I’m coming, fuck. I’m coming so hard, and Sawyer’s going wild, writhing in my lap as she rides me reverse cowgirl style.
I work to keep my thrusts steady and focus on her clit, intent on driving her higher.
But she doesn’t stop moving and I can’t stop thrusting, and eventually we lose all momentum and rhythm.
Then we’re a mess of limbs and pleasure, each of our orgasms drawn out by the other person’s pulsating, carnal reaction. My body thrums with aftershocks as Sawyer falls back, a puddle of sated bliss in my arms.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she whispers, turning her head to kiss me.
I greedily glide my mouth against hers, then grip her chin and kiss her harder. When we pull apart, panting, I tip my chin toward the others. “Don’t just thank me, honey. I wasn’t the one calling the shots.”
She smiles, and I return her grin.
With a little swat on the ass, I tell her, “Go on, then. Show them what a grateful good girl you are after Daddy fucked you so well.”