Chapter 45 Tytus
Chapter forty-five
Tytus
There’s minimal fanfare to the way Sawyer scrambles into my lap, straddles me with her back to my chest, grips my cock, and spears herself with every aching inch.
Fuckin’ A.
Who needs fanfare? This is quite possibly the single greatest moment of my life.
It’s incredible, the way her core molds around my length, heightening every sensation.
She leans back, her body soft and languid and exhausted.
With an arm around her waist, I nestle her closer to my chest, taking more of her weight. She sinks against me but then stills and goes rigid.
“Is this okay?” she asks, her face marred with concern when she glances over her shoulder.
“More than okay, mon ange.” The way she’s worked me over, my injuries don’t hurt at all. “You feel so fucking good in my arms. I don’t want you straining or working too hard. Tell me what you need.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, hooded eyes hungry as they bore into mine. “I know you said Mercer wasn’t allowed in…”
Tensing, I brace myself. I won’t deny her. Not now or ever again. Despite all the verbal jabs and mental sparring between the professor and me, her needs come before everything. If she wants him—needs him…
With a shaky breath, I center my mind, reminding myself of what trying really means.
I’m prepared for her to ask for him. I’m prepared to mask my disappointment and praise her for communicating.
Yet my preparations are unnecessary.
“I’d really love if you used his cum to finger my ass while you fuck me.”
A zap of electricity courses up my spine. “Fuck, baby.” I nuzzle against her neck, shivering when the little hairs that frame her face tickle my nose. “You’re not playing fair,” I scold with a nip of her earlobe.
She lifts her hips, exposing a few inches of my length.
I shiver again, and when she sinks down and takes me to the hilt, a loud moan works its way out of me.
“Did you like it, Ty? Watching me get fucked by another man?”
I clutch her hips, guiding her up again, then holding her in place.
“I love watching everything you do, baby. Stay just like that for me. You look so pretty when you’re hovering over my cock, pussy lips spread wide, ready to take me all the way.”
Sawyer whimpers but holds the position.
Licks of firelight illuminate her, casting an ethereal glow along her bare back and vibrant copper hair.
The professor’s pearly release is painted all over her backside.
It’s a fucking sight.
I swipe a finger through it, collecting a generous amount, then trail down between her cheeks, grazing over her puckered hole.
I’ve never taken her here. I’m not sure I can, if I’m honest. I’m afraid my piercings could really hurt her. I refuse to take any more risks where Sawyer is concerned.
With one finger, I tease her ass, applying slow, steady pressure as I breach the tight ring of muscle. Instantly, she’s absolutely choking my finger. Fuck. How the hell did they share her with both of them inside?
“Is this what you like, mon ange?” I ask, using my free hand to guide her body down.
She moans “yes,” giving me all her weight, fully seating herself on my length and hand.
Electricity shoots through my limbs, every nerve in my body going haywire. I’m transfixed and transcended. When she tightens her pussy around me, I enter another dimension.
It feels so fucking good, filling her up and plugging her ass, feeling myself through the thin membranes separating her channels.
Like the professor said, now that the idea’s out there, I can’t help but wonder what it’ll be like when I’m fucking her and one of the others takes her ass.
“I want to see you,” Sawyer pants.
My chest expands with pride and the need to fulfill her request. She wants to see me? I need to see her just as badly.
“Turn around.” I remove my finger and help her dismount.
When she turns and we lock eyes, all the air presses out of my lungs.
She’s breathtaking. Beautiful and gorgeous and magnificent in ways I can’t articulate. I can’t believe I finally get to have her. That after all the ways I fucked up, she’s still willing to be mine.
“Come here,” I urge, helping her line herself up, Once I’m fully sheathed inside her again, I collect more cum and work two fingers into her ass.
With a breathy, contented sigh, she wraps her arms around my neck and murmurs, “Thank you for letting me have them.”
The swelling in my chest is back, making it hard to breathe. “You don’t have to thank me, baby. It’s my goddamn privilege to give you everything you want. You did so good tonight. I hope I made you proud, too.”
“Fuck,” she moans, resting her forehead against my shoulder. “You did, Ty. You did so fucking good. Thank you for trying.”
I keep my fingers buried to the last knuckle, then roll my hips, sliding in and out of her pussy slowly.
This is going to work.
It won’t be without challenges. I’ll have to work my ass off to keep myself in line, to hold space for these other men, and I’ll have to remind myself often of the heart of this dynamic, but it’s going to fucking work.
I place my thumb on her clit and massage gently, knowing she’s got to be sore.
“I want you to come with me, mon ange, and I’m really fucking close.”
“I’m close too,” she whimpers, bearing down on me for emphasis. “I want to come with you.”
I stop rubbing and thrusting and hold steady pressure, letting her take control. She takes over right away, grinding in my lap, pulsating around me and squeezing like a vise.
We’re pressed together, yet we’re not close enough. We’ll never be close enough to satisfy me completely.
My breath stutters, the tingling in my spine building. “Sawyer?”
Her name is a question—a desperate, primal uncertainty that lingers inside me.
“I’m right here.” She kisses me quickly, panting and burrowing into my neck.
“I’m going to come inside you now,” I tell her. “I’m going to mix my release with Noah’s. Gonna fill you so full we’ll be dripping out of you for days.”
“Ty, please.”
“Say my name,” I demand, unashamed of how vulnerable I sound.
“Tytus,” she draws out on a moan.
“Who’s taking care of you right now, mon ange?”
“You are, Ty.”
“Whose cock are you going to come on?”
“Yours.”
“No, baby.” I snicker, even as I have to grit my teeth to hold back. “It’s your cock now. So I’ll ask again: Whose cock are you going to come on? Whose piercings are you going to clench around? Whose dick are you about to choke?”
“Mine. Mine, mine, mine.”
She peaks, spasming around me. She’s coming on my cock—no, her cock—and with each thrust of her hips and moan from her sweet mouth, I fall deeper into the inevitable, transcendent love that has the power to sustain me for the rest of my life.
“That’s right, baby. It’s always been yours. It always will be. Even when the others are here—I’m yours. Completely.”
The last words are choked out as another orgasm ripples through my core, pulling every muscle in my body taut as I spill in long, hot spurts inside the woman I love.