“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 meeverywhere, 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.
