“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.”
Chapter forty-four
Mercer
I’m unraveled, consumed, and completely undone because of this woman. No amount of time or conversation, companionship or pleasure, could ever be enough.
I want it all. I need her like I need great literature and dark beer and heated debate and live music. She fulfills me like no one else ever has. She completes me in a way I didn’t think possible.
“I’m so fucking close,” I warn her. Fuck. I can barely maintain any semblance of rhythm as I pump into her from behind, my spine tingling and my body on fire.
She’s a sight, a fucking vision, as she takes me like a queen and sucks her other boyfriend’s cock like a tempest pulling sailors out to sea.
“Come on, Little Nuisance,” I grit out between clenched teeth. I weave my arm around her body, locate her clit, and pinch hard.
She shatters instantly, her scream muffled by Ty’s length.
Jesus. H. Bloody Mary. Christ.
She’s coming. Ty’s coming again, too, by the sounds of it.
I’m tight-roping the finest of lines, staying buried inside her as long as I can while still honoring Ty’s request.
