Chapter 61 Sawyer
Chapter sixty-one
Sawyer
“Relax, baby. You’re already taking me so well.”
Sighing, I loosen my grip on Ty’s neck and drape my upper body over his chest. He swears this position doesn’t hurt, and I’m too swept up in the moment to worry about it now.
“This is unreal,” he marvels, rolling his hips in a slow, languid thrust that pushes against the butt plug still lodged in my ass.
On the couch like this, with him on his back and me straddling him, his cock is buried deep inside me.
All seven piercings rub against the walls of my core every time one of us so much as breathes.
Between his length and thickness and the barbells on each rung of his ladder, I feel him everywhere.
My pleasure swells in slow, steady waves.
With one leg extended, I keep a foot on the floor, supporting myself.
I don’t want to come yet, but I can’t stop chasing the zings of pleasure that burst through me with every shift and thrust. I grind my hips back and forth, the small, frantic movements sending me higher and higher.
Back arched, I moan. The pressure on my clit is incredible.
The heavy, full sensation of Ty’s studded cock is absolutely enough to send me over the edge.
But tonight, I want more.
I groan into his neck, then look back at Noah. “I’m ready.”
“You’re sure?” he asks, concern marring his face.
Kneeling behind me, cock in hand, he marvels at the plug in my ass like he’s never seen anything like it.
Knowing Noah, he probably hasn’t.
“So sure,” I mewl, spreading myself open even wider in invitation.
I want this.
I want both of them, together.
Ty curls up and assesses Noah over my shoulder, his eyes going wide. “Dude. You’re massive.” He slumps back against the armrest. “You’re sure you can take that, mon ange?”
Behind me, Noah gapes, his focus flitting from me to his erect penis, then back to me again. I can’t help but watch him over my shoulder. He’s adorable.
Blinking rapidly, he says, “It’s not that big. Yours is sizable, too. And… shiny. That’s got to make more of an impact.”
Eyes closed, I drop my forehead to Ty’s shoulder and groan.
I want to be stuffed and fucked between them, not trapped in the middle of a blubbering dick compliment sandwich.
With a huff, I shift, locking eyes with the man relegated to the chair.
“I think I need backup.”
Mercer’s eyebrows shoot up above the rims of his glasses. Slowly, he rises from his chair.
Tytus grunts. “Ah, come on. One little dislocated shoulder, and he has a ‘get out of the cuck chair free’ card?”
Hauling myself upright, I smack his bare chest.
“I want this to work,” I whisper. “Mercer will know what to do.”
Understanding registers in his eyes, and with a nod, he grips my hips and focuses his attention on guiding me up and down his cock.
Mercer sidles up to the couch, lording over us with a kind of dominance that sends shivers down my spine.
“I thought you were in charge tonight, Little Nuisance.”
I let out a shaky exhale. “I am. Or I was. I’m full and I’m ready. I just need—”
He brings one finger to my lips, silencing me.
“I know what you need, sweetheart. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation.
“Do I have your permission to put Tytus and Noah exactly where you want them?”
“God, yes. And hurry.” I’m desperate and achy and too wound up to articulate just how good I feel and how much more I need.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Mercer starts. “Noah, cover your cock with lube. No amount is too much. Then hand the bottle to me.”
A cap clicks open behind me, and instantly, relief washes over me.
Could I take out my own butt plug and talk Noah through this? Yes.
Am I fully capable of getting myself off without men completely? Also yes.
But sometimes a girl just wants to turn off her brain and be properly ravaged.
Mercer’s got this.
“Your job is to hold steady,” Mercer tells Ty. “You’re the foundation. I trust you to safe word if it’s too much.”
“Got it,” Ty confirms.
Mercer drags his attention back to me. “You’re aching, aren’t you, sweetheart?”
I nod, frantic.
“Such a needy, desperate thing.” Carefully, he takes a knee, positioning himself closer to eye level. “Open those pretty lips.”
I unclench my jaw and obey.
“Stick out your tongue.”
I do, tipping my head back.
He grips my chin, positions me where he wants me, and spits into my mouth. Then he eases my mouth closed and hits me with a firm look. “Swallow it and tell the others you need more.”
I frantically swallow, then beg. “Please, Ty. I need it. Fill me with your cum.”
Ty rolls up and kisses me fiercely.
When we break apart, I turn back to Noah.
“I need you, Daddy. I need you to fill me and fuck me. I don’t want a plug in my ass. I just want you.”
Mercer twists the plug, the sensation sending a spark of electricity through me. “So perfect. So fucking ready.” The reverence in his voice melts over me like a caress.
I am perfect.
I am ready.
“When I remove this, I’m going to fill her ass with my fingers. We don’t want to lose momentum.”
Ty thrusts his hips up, still holding me in place. His pelvis grinding into my clit with fantastic precision, pulling a pathetic whimper from me.
“We go at her pace,” Mercer continues. “And never push beyond her limits. But if she says she wants or needs more, god dammit, give the woman more.”
Noah grunts in acknowledgment.
“Ready boys?”
I don’t hear their reply. I’m too lost in sensation. All I can do is breathe and bare down and feel.
The plug comes out, and Mercer quickly fills my ass, twisting and swirling his fingers, creating tantalizing tingles that zip through my limbs.
“Incredible,” he croons, massaging the thin membrane separating my ass and my cunt. “You’re the perfect vessel.” Bending, he kisses the curve of my hip. “You’re so tight, sweetheart, but you’re taking it so well. I can feel every ridge of his piercing.”
“Fuckin’ A…” Ty mutters, his muscles tensing beneath me.
Warmth floods my insides. The man just came. Knowing how good we make him feel only makes me crave more.
“Noah, be ready.” Mercer pulls his fingers out slowly, then grips my ass cheeks and holds me open for his friend. “Go slow, but don’t stop unless she tells you to.”
Noah presses his crown against my back door, and even with all the prep and the desire, a fleeting moment of panic slams into me. Can I really take them both?
“Your perfect hole is gaping and ready, Little Nuisance,” Mercer says, reading my mind. “It’s clenching around Noah because it wants to be filled so fucking badly. He’s right there, sweetheart. Breathe and let him in.”
I exhale and focus on relaxing. The pressure grows quickly, my head rushing with anticipation as Noah breaches my hole.
“Fuck. It’s not going to fit,” he grunts.
I giggle, just like I always do when my stoic, reserved boyfriend drops an F-bomb.
“It’ll fit,” Mercer snaps. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Noah pushes in another inch, and I gasp out a breath.
My ass clenches, and my pussy spasms.
I want more. It’s all I want.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimper.
“Such a good girl,” Mercer praises, “taking two of your boyfriends like this.”
There’s a click, then a cold sensation as he drizzles lube onto my hole.
“Ah, fuck. I didn’t know it could feel like this,” Ty pants. “There’s cold lube and hot cum dripping down to my balls. I’m going to come again. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I lift my head and press my lips to his, letting the sloppy, drugging kisses distract me as Mercer coaches Noah deeper.
It’s a slow process, but eventually, Noah fills me, completing me in a way I didn’t know was possible.
My every nerve ending is lit up, hyperaware of every press, shift, and micro-movement.
My core and my ass clench uncontrollably, the promise of release all but guaranteed.
I turn back to Noah, panting. “Fuck me, Daddy. Please give me what I need.”
He transforms in that moment, no more reservedness clouding his impulses.
Piercing gray-blue eyes bore into mine, the promise of deliverance in the heat behind them. He drops his attention to where our bodies are joined, and his mouth goes slack.
For a moment, we remain like that. He takes his time tracing my gaping, stretched hole with one finger. And then he moves.
The first thrust is exquisite.
The second thrust is so hard, it almost dislodges Ty.
“Hold me,” I beg my boyfriend below me. “I want it harder, Daddy. I promise I can take it.”
Gripping the top of the couch, Noah thrusts again. And again and again and again. Each move powerful, filled by desire and need. Each roll of his hips causes my clit to grind against Ty’s body. At the same time, Ty’s piercings stimulate my inner walls, coaxing pleasure to puddle deep in my core.
The pressure builds quickly.
Tension coils in every muscle and every limb.
The promise of release is right there for the taking, just beyond my reach.
Needing more to cross the finish line, I turn to Mercer. “I need you, too.”
Ty scoffs. “Are you serious?”
I am.
“I want him in my mouth. I want to be filled and fucked by all three of you at the same time.” Licking my lips, I lock eyes with him and whisper, “Are you okay with this?”
“Yes,” he groans quickly. “Fuck. I want you to have everything, mon ange.” He kisses me hard and fast. “You heard our woman,” he says to Mercer. “Get up and get your dick out, prof.”
Mercer stands slowly and shifts closer.
Ty drags his focus away from me, assessing him with concern. “I’ll spot you so you don’t fall.”
He rests his hand on Mercer’s side, stabilizing him. “Is this okay?”
Mercer hums. “More than okay. Thank you.” He takes out his cock, the smooth tip already dripping precum, and lines it up with my mouth.
I stick out my tongue and lap at that first drop. When his taste registers, another pulse of heat floods me.
“This is what you want, sweetheart?” He gently slaps his dick against my cheek.
I moan again, reveling in the loose, languid, intoxicating ease of giving myself to these men completely.
Mercer studies Noah’s rhythm, then pushes into my mouth in time with his thrusts.
Lips stretched as wide as they can go, I swirl my tongue and suck him deeper. I need to feel him nudge the back of my throat. I need the sensory overload.
Noah slows a bit, setting a new steady tempo.
Saliva pools in my mouth. Arousal drips from my core, mixing with Ty’s release and the slick lube. Everything is wet and smooth and seamless and—fuck.
There’s no friction, just feeling, my insides turning to mush and my mind going hazy.
I’m bursting at the seams, filled in every way.
My body spasms. Tingles of sensation roll through me, serving as preludes to pleasure.
Each time I think I’m close, another layer of sensation shrouds my release.
The guys are relentless. They fill me and fuck me, praising me and supporting me as I scale an insurmountable peak.
That’s our fucking girl.
Feel how wet she is, dripping all over our nuts?
She loves it sloppy.
She needs it harder.
She’s perfect.
She’s precious.
She’s ours.
I’m theirs, as they are mine.
They’re mine. They want this, and I never have to hold back or hide or choose.
It’s that final thought that sends me over the edge.
I cry out, careening over the tippy top of an orgasm, shaking and spitting and pulsating and crying. The fall is exquisite, every part of me releasing simultaneously as I spasm around my men. They guide me through it, taking care to not break pace until they’re sure I’m well and truly sated.
Ty groans, head thrown back, coming again.
Noah curses, and this time, I hold back my laugh.
I’m so tight and swollen I’m worried I could dislodge one of them if I even breathe too hard.
Mercer’s release floods my mouth last, salty and earthy in a way that makes me desperate to swallow and lick him clean.
I’m a puddle of satisfaction as each man pulls out and the three of them work together to quietly clean me and help me sit up.
I’m wrapped safely in Tytus’s arms when Noah leans over and kisses me on the forehead.
Mercer hovers over me next, cupping my chin and kissing me fiercely. He dips his tongue into my mouth, and when I meet him, feeding him the remnants of his release, he moans.
When he finally pulls away, he smirks and wipes at the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “Well done, all. Clearly, we work best as a team.”