With one leg extended, I keep a foot on the floor, supporting myself. I don’t want to come yet, but I can’t stop chasing the zings of pleasure that burst through me with every shift and thrust. I grind my hips back and forth, the small, frantic movements sending me higher and higher. Back arched, I moan. The pressure on my clit is incredible. The heavy, full sensation of Ty’s studded cock is absolutely enough to send me over the edge.
But tonight, I want more.
I groan into his neck, then look back at Noah. “I’m ready.”
“You’re sure?” he asks, concern marring his face.
Kneeling behind me, cock in hand, he marvels at the plug in my ass like he’s never seen anything like it.
Knowing Noah, he probably hasn’t.
“So sure,” I mewl, spreading myself open even wider in invitation.
I want this.
I want both of them, together.
Ty curls up and assesses Noah over my shoulder, his eyes going wide. “Dude. You’remassive.” He slumps back against the armrest. “You’re sure you can take that, mon ange?”
Behind me, Noah gapes, his focus flitting from me to his erect penis, then back to me again. I can’t help but watch him over my shoulder. He’s adorable.
Blinking rapidly, he says, “It’s not that big. Yours is sizable, too. And… shiny. That’s got to make more of an impact.”
Eyes closed, I drop my forehead to Ty’s shoulder and groan.
I want to be stuffed and fucked between them, not trapped in the middle of a blubbering dick compliment sandwich.
With a huff, I shift, locking eyes with the man relegated to the chair.
“I think I need backup.”
Mercer’s eyebrows shoot up above the rims of his glasses. Slowly, he rises from his chair.
Tytus grunts. “Ah, come on. One little dislocated shoulder, and he has a ‘get out of the cuck chair free’ card?”
Hauling myself upright, I smack his bare chest.
“I want this to work,” I whisper. “Mercer will know what to do.”
Understanding registers in his eyes, and with a nod, he grips my hips and focuses his attention on guiding me up and down his cock.
Mercer sidles up to the couch, lording over us with a kind of dominance that sends shivers down my spine.
“I thought you were in charge tonight, Little Nuisance.”
I let out a shaky exhale. “I am. Or I was. I’m full and I’m ready. I just need—”
He brings one finger to my lips, silencing me.
“I know what you need, sweetheart. Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” I reply without hesitation.
“Do I have your permission to put Tytus and Noah exactly where you want them?”
“God, yes. And hurry.” I’m desperate and achy and too wound up to articulate just how good I feel and how much more I need.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Mercer starts. “Noah, cover your cock with lube. No amount is too much. Then hand the bottle to me.”
