When he switches sides and brings his mouth to her skin again, she lets out a soft mewl.
As his hands smooth down her back, I instinctively track the movement, focused on the way he touches her, my dick thickening in my pants.
“Grab her ass.”
Without hesitation, he kneads her cheeks through the sweatpants she’s wearing, gripping her tightly.
He uses his grip to move her up against his body.
She responds beautifully to every touch, clearly enjoying herself.
Butfuck.
I’m hard already. That’s no surprise. But the rest of my body is reacting in a completely different way.
My thighs are tensed, muscles bunched, and my abdominals burn with exertion. I’m clutching the sides of the chair hard enough that the wood creaks.
Despite the desire already burning deep inside, agitation courses through me, making it damn near impossible to remain seated.
With a grunt, I push the chair back a few inches. The harsh scrape of wood on wood is deafening in the otherwise quiet room.
“Ty?” Sawyer turns, her face full of concern.
Mercer lifts his chin and studies me. “Just say the word,” he reminds me.
No. I don’t want this to fucking end.
I just—Fuckin’ A.
“I don’t want you all worried about me while we do this.” I run both hands through my hair and tug on the ends. I promised to try. I want to make this fucking work.
“We don’t have to continue,” Noah says, his voice calm and steady from across the room.
“Your safe word is readily available,” Mercer murmurs. “No one here would ever begrudge you for using it.”
Right. Except I want to do this.
I want to, but I don’t know that I can physically keep the emotions inside me locked down in a way that won’t be distracting to them.
There’s no way I can just sit here, unmoving. And I don’t want to be so focused on controlling my natural urges that I can’t be fully present and enjoy the moment.
“I don’t want to stop,” I say.
Sawyer makes a little sound of opposition.
I zero in on her. “I swear I don’t.”
It’s the truth.
But it’s not the only truth in this moment.
“I’m crawling out of my skin with the need to move,” I admit, face heating in embarrassment. “My brain knows this is fine, but there’s a primal part of me that either wants to join them or rip her out of his arms and save her.”
Sawyer climbs off Noah’s lap.
Fuck. No. Two minutes in and I’m ruining this whole thing.
When she turns and sits in his lap, guiding Noah’s hands to her bare tits, I exhale in relief.
