Chapter 43 Sawyer
Chapter forty-three
Sawyer
I’m a mess, covered in a sheen of sweat, my body tingling as I come down from my second orgasm. My hair is sticking to my face and all my limbs are warm and loose. I could sit here in Noah’s arms for hours, but he isn’t the only one I’m eager to connect with.
Across the room, Mercer and Tytus sit side by side. They’re illuminated by the red and orange glow of the dying fire at their backs, both looking regal, sitting up straight, their gazes hungry and fixed on me.
I lick my lips, shifting forward so I can make my way over to them next.
Mercer grins, crooking two fingers and giving me the come-hither motion.
“Get on your knees and fucking crawl,” Ty commands before I’ve even moved, his tone sharp and his eyes blazing.
A shiver runs up my spine.
I’ve never been more eager to please.
I sink to my knees, completely naked and leaking fluids with every movement. Slowly, with an exaggerated swing to my hips, I crawl across the room until I’m presenting on hands and knees in front of Ty.
“Untie me,” he demands.
Quickly, Mercer works on one arm, and I undo the other.
“Tell her to stand up slowly, using your chair for balance,” Mercer says. “She’s dripping all over Noah’s original hardwood floors. We can’t have that now, can we, Little Nuisance?”
Sparks crackle in my chest, my anticipation mounting with each second, my desire so consuming that being on hands and knees on this hard surface isn’t the least bit painful.
“You heard him,” Ty goads, holding out both hands. “Get up, mon ange. Let’s see what the professor has in mind for cleaning you up.”
On shaky legs, I rise, and he follows the movement, his pupils blown out and his lips parted.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, guiding me forward until I’m leaning close enough for him to kiss.
Rather than go for my mouth, he runs his nose down my sternum, licking a path between my tits, then capturing one of my nipples between his teeth and toying with it. I arch back, so sensitive and tender but still yearning for more.
“You mean so fucking messy. Lift,” Mercer says. I think. My mind is too foggy to be sure.
Clearly too impatient to repeat himself, he grips one of my ankles and hikes my leg up. Then he works himself between my thighs and hooks my lifted knee over his shoulder.
My head spins and I wobble, but Ty grips my hip and smooths his hands over my waist, steadying me.
“We’ve got you,” he assures me. “We won’t let you fall.”
My chest aches painfully. Too late.
I’m so far gone for all three of these men.
Fallen isn’t an option anymore. I’ve officially flatlined, with no chance of ever recovering.
Hot, wet strokes caress up my inner thigh, lighting up my nerve endings.
Gripping Ty’s hair for balance, I peer down at Mercer, relishing the sight.
Red and orange flames dance in his eyes as he seeks out every drop of sticky cum covering my thighs.
He licks me everywhere, eventually positioning himself under my pussy.
He explores me with his tongue, searching between every fold, then he suckles on my overly sensitive clit like he’s determined to pull another orgasm out of me.
My vision goes dark, but true to his word, Ty holds me up as he moves over and laps at my other tit.
Mercer breaches my hole with his tongue, and my knees buckle.
At the sound of a loud, wet slurp, Ty freezes, then pulls back. “Is he sucking his friend’s cum out of you right now?”
I snort, then moan, because fuck—he is, and it feels so damn good.
“There’s plenty of me in there, too,” I breathe.
Mercer pulls away and smirks. “Can confirm. Want some?” He opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, showing Ty the pearly white juices.
“Merce,” Noah sighs from across the room.
Ty’s scowl darkens. “How’d we go from ‘I’m in charge tonight’ to the prof thinking he can goad me with a mouthful of cum?”
Fair question.
But I’m too fixated on Mercer’s open mouth to respond. It’s lewd and deliciously carnal, seeing the evidence of our combined pleasure puddled on his tongue. Bending, I kiss him, letting him feed me.
I suck on his tongue, savoring the salty, heady flavors of my release mixed with Noah’s. Mercer moans into my mouth, slicking his tongue against mine. Once I’m sure I’ve swallowed every drop, I pull back, panting.
Scraping my nails through Ty’s hair, I smile down at him. “Did you come, Ty baby?”
His eyes double in size in response to the nickname, but he quickly recovers, a dark look on his face again. “Of course I fucking came.”
More than once if I had to guess.
I grip his hair and pull his head back, forcing him to look up at me. “Can I have it?”
His mouth drops open and a surprised breath leaves him.
“Noah filled up my pussy,” I tell him, my head tilted. “I want your cum in my mouth, Ty.”
A sly smirk spreads over his face. But then he looks at Mercer and frowns.
“What about him?”
Mercer is game for anything. I know it as well as I know what deferring to Ty will do to bolster his spirits.
With a nonchalant shrug, I say, “I don’t know. He’s not in charge tonight. You are.”
A wicked smile teases at the corners of his mouth. Sitting up straighter, he regains his composure. “He doesn’t get to fill you up.”
Mercer scoffs. “Like hell I—”
I cut him off by pressing one finger to his lips. “You heard the boss.”
Mercer meets my gaze, annoyance transforming into understanding instantly. Ty may be the one in the cuck chair, but the opportunity for him to exert power over Mercer will do more for our dynamic than either of them realizes.
Sweeping my hair over to one shoulder, I slink down Ty’s body and get back on my knees.
As I grasp his waistband, he lifts his hips and helps me work his sweatpants down—and good grief.
His massive, hard, pierced cock is absolutely covered in his own spend.
I lick my lips involuntarily, so damn eager to have him in my mouth.
Head turned, I regard Mercer one last time. “Maybe you can take me from behind while I suck on Ty’s cock?” I say, hoping Ty doesn’t mind that I float the idea. “But even if Ty allows that, you still don’t get to come inside me.”
Ty chuckles. “Go ahead, prof. Sink into her swollen, puffy pussy while she cleans up my dick.”
Mercer scowls but wastes no time shucking his pants and lining himself up behind me. He drags his crown through my well-fucked core, teasing. Then he grips my bare ass, squeezing both cheeks and spreading me wide.
“Permission to paint these pretty red globes with my seed?”
I smirk back over my shoulder, shrug, then turn back to the man in control.
“It’s your call.” I run my nose up Ty’s inner thigh, darting my tongue out to clean a bit of cum. I moan quietly, ravenous for him and eager to make him feel good.
Ty clutches the hair at the back of my head, positioning me where he wants me. “He can come on your ass cheeks as long as he pulls out. Not a single drop goes inside you. Understood?”
I hum my agreement.
When Mercer doesn’t reply, Ty doubles down.
“I need verbal consent, professor.”
Mercer huffs and slams into me. “Under-fucking-stood.”