Who needs fanfare? This is quite possibly the single greatest moment of my life.
It’s incredible, the way her core molds around my length, heightening every sensation.
She leans back, her body soft and languid and exhausted.
With an arm around her waist, I nestle her closer to my chest, taking more of her weight. She sinks against me but then stills and goes rigid.
“Is this okay?” she asks, her face marred with concern when she glances over her shoulder.
“More than okay, mon ange.” The way she’s worked me over, my injuries don’t hurt at all. “You feel so fucking good in my arms. I don’t want you straining or working too hard. Tell me what you need.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, hooded eyes hungry as they bore into mine. “I know you said Mercer wasn’t allowed in…”
Tensing, I brace myself. I won’t deny her. Not now or ever again. Despite all the verbal jabs and mental sparring between the professor and me, her needs come before everything. If she wants him—needs him…
With a shaky breath, I center my mind, reminding myself of whattryingreally means.
I’m prepared for her to ask for him. I’m prepared to mask my disappointment and praise her for communicating.
Yet my preparations are unnecessary.
“I’d really love if you used his cum to finger my ass while you fuck me.”
A zap of electricity courses up my spine. “Fuck, baby.” I nuzzle against her neck, shivering when the little hairs that frame her face tickle my nose. “You’re not playing fair,” I scold with a nip of her earlobe.
She lifts her hips, exposing a few inches of my length.
I shiver again, and when she sinks down and takes me to the hilt, a loud moan works its way out of me.
“Did you like it, Ty? Watching me get fucked by another man?”
I clutch her hips, guiding her up again, then holding her in place.
“I love watching everything you do, baby. Stay just like that for me. You look so pretty when you’re hovering over my cock, pussy lips spread wide, ready to take me all the way.”
Sawyer whimpers but holds the position.
Licks of firelight illuminate her, casting an ethereal glow along her bare back and vibrant copper hair.
The professor’s pearly release is painted all over her backside.
It’s a fucking sight.
I swipe a finger through it, collecting a generous amount, then trail down between her cheeks, grazing over her puckered hole.
I’ve never taken her here. I’m not sure I can, if I’m honest. I’m afraid my piercings could really hurt her. I refuse to take any more risks where Sawyer is concerned.
With one finger, I tease her ass, applying slow, steady pressure as I breach the tight ring of muscle. Instantly, she’s absolutely choking my finger. Fuck. How the hell did they share her with both of them inside?
“Is this what you like, mon ange?” I ask, using my free hand to guide her body down.
She moans “yes,” giving me all her weight, fully seating herself on my length and hand.
Electricity shoots through my limbs, every nerve in my body going haywire. I’m transfixed and transcended. When she tightens her pussy around me, I enter another dimension.
It feels so fucking good, filling her up and plugging her ass, feeling myself through the thin membranes separating her channels.
Like the professor said, now that the idea’s out there, I can’t help but wonder what it’ll be like when I’m fucking her and one of the others takes her ass.
