I cock a brow.Please?
Her expression softens like I knew it would, and with unhurried steps, she approaches me. When she’s just out of reach, she plants one hand on her waist and cocks her hip to the side. “Yes, professor?”
“Will you do me a favor, sweetheart?”
Mirth dances behind her pretty green eyes. “Depends.”
“Would you please pull my glasses out of my pocket and put them on my face? I don’t want to miss a second of this.”
Grinning, she snatches my glasses out of the pocket of the flannel I borrowed from Noah. She places them on my nose carefully, then straightens slowly, making a leisurely, tantric show of smoothing her hands up her body and cupping her breasts as she rises.
I lick my lips and murmur, “Good girl.”
Sawyer turns, peering over her shoulder, ensuring she’s just out of reach.
“You think I’m a good girl, professor?”
“I think you’re the most perfect, precious creature on this planet, sweetheart.”
She smirks. “Do good girls borrow their boyfriend’s butt plugs without permission?”
She folds forward and spreads her cheeks. There, already pressed into her ass, is a red silicone butt plug. It’s new. I bought it for her. Hopefully she also thought to bring out—
“Don’t worry. I brought the lube I found in your room, too.”
Sparks of eagerness ignite in my core, but reality slams down on me quickly, extinguishing them.
“I hope you know what you’re doing, Little Nuisance,” I warn.
Tytus admitted he was a virgin up until he fucked our girl in the back of the truck three nights ago.
To my knowledge, Noah is not particularly experienced in anal sex. Or sharing. Or any of this, really.
Jesus H.
I hope we aren’t setting them up for failure…
“Sawyer…” It’s not just my jealousy over my lack of participation I’m concerned about here.
She stands up straight, spins on her heel, and assesses me. “You may be in the cuck chair, but I’m in charge tonight, prof.”
I bristle at her use of the nickname Tytus has bestowed upon me, irritation mingling with my concern.
“I’ll do all the requisite consent checks and remind the guys of their safe words,” she assures me. “I won’t push anyone. If it happens, it happens. I wanted to be prepared. Just in case.”
She winks, then blows me a kiss and strides back over to the couch.
Chapter sixty-one
Sawyer
“Relax, baby. You’re already taking me so well.”
Sighing, I loosen my grip on Ty’s neck and drape my upper body over his chest. He swears this position doesn’t hurt, and I’m too swept up in the moment to worry about it now.
“This is unreal,” he marvels, rolling his hips in a slow, languid thrust that pushes against the butt plug still lodged in my ass.
On the couch like this, with him on his back and me straddling him, his cock is buried deep inside me. All seven piercings rub against the walls of my core every time one of us so much as breathes. Between his length and thickness and the barbells oneach rung of his ladder, I feel himeverywhere. My pleasure swells in slow, steady waves.
