No, not request.
Demand.
He made his demands, and I fully intend to respect them.
But goddamn if it doesn’t physically pain me to disconnect myself from the goddess before me.
“Coming.” The first spurt hits Sawyer’s ass as planned. Groaning, I milk my cock and cover her in my seed. Then I smear it over her ass cheeks and low back and slowly trace the word “mine.”
Minein-fucking-deed.
Despite the strict orders not to come inside her, I gather a bit of cum and use it as lubricant while I tease her back door. I rest back on my haunches as I play, so thoroughly spent I’m not sure I’ll be able to get off the floor.
No matter. Right now, there’s absolutely nowhere else I want to be.
Sawyer’s soft, lush, perfect body reacts to every move I make, the arch of her back and the sway of her hips casting long shadows around the room. When she shifts forward to rest her head in Tytus’s lap, I follow, inching closer so I can keep playing with her puckered hole.
I lock eyes with Tytus. “She’s taken the two of us at once, you know. Noah in her cunt. Me in this perfect ass.”
Sawyer makes a soft noise. One that’s as likely to be amusement as reproach. Knowing her, it’s both.
Tytus’s responding glare lacks its usual heat. I guess that third (or was it fourth?) orgasm finally took the edge off.
I lick my lips, then shoot my shot. “I can’t even begin to imagine how erotic it will be to feel your piercings through her insides when we fuck her together for the first time.”
Shock flashes across his face, though he quickly recovers and goes back to scowling.
I take that as my cue to push. Just a little.
Rimming Sawyer’s ass with my cum-coated finger, I tell him, “If you’re facing her while fucking her, and I’m at her back, I’ll benefit from every one of those barbells. Have you ever had counter pressure like that during sex? Given your propensity for peaking, I wonder how many times you’ll come when we’re all working together.”
Grunting, he wrenches both hands through his hair. “I want to punch you in the face so badly right now.”
“But you won’t,” I quip. “And now that the idea is out there, perhaps it’s something we’ll consider for future encounters.”
He doesn’t object, which feels like a win.
I lean over Sawyer and pat Tytus’s cheek. “This is going to be fun, isn’t it?”
He swats at my arm, seething.
Whoopsies. Too Far.
I blame my poor choices on the love-drunk, blissed-out state I’ve found myself in because of the goddess between us.
“Are you done, prof?” he snarls.
I smirk. “I am, but I don’t believe Sawyer is. She looks like she’s got one more in her. Why don’t you finish her with that never-deflating cock of yours?”
Tytus grumbles, though he shifts back in his seat and pats his thigh. “Get on my lap, mon ange. I need the distraction. Otherwise I’ll rearrange the professor’s nose.”
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.
