Warmth floods my insides. The man just came. Knowing how good we make him feel only makes me crave more.
“Noah, be ready.” Mercer pulls his fingers out slowly, then grips my ass cheeks and holds me open for his friend. “Go slow, but don’t stop unless she tells you to.”
Noah presses his crown against my back door, and even with all the prep and the desire, a fleeting moment of panic slams into me. Can I really take them both?
“Your perfect hole is gaping and ready, Little Nuisance,” Mercer says, reading my mind. “It’s clenching around Noah because it wants to be filled so fucking badly. He’s right there, sweetheart. Breathe and let him in.”
I exhale and focus on relaxing. The pressure grows quickly, my head rushing with anticipation as Noah breaches my hole.
“Fuck. It’s not going to fit,” he grunts.
I giggle, just like I always do when my stoic, reserved boyfriend drops an F-bomb.
“It’ll fit,” Mercer snaps. “Don’t you dare stop.”
Noah pushes in another inch, and I gasp out a breath.
My ass clenches, and my pussy spasms.
I want more. It’s all I want.
“Please, Daddy,” I whimper.
“Such a good girl,” Mercer praises, “taking two of your boyfriends like this.”
There’s aclick, then a cold sensation as he drizzles lube onto my hole.
“Ah, fuck. I didn’t know it could feel like this,” Ty pants. “There’s cold lube and hot cum dripping down to my balls. I’m going to come again. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I lift my head and press my lips to his, letting the sloppy, drugging kisses distract me as Mercer coaches Noah deeper.
It’s a slow process, but eventually, Noah fills me, completing me in a way I didn’t know was possible.
My every nerve ending is lit up, hyperaware of every press, shift, and micro-movement.
My core and my ass clench uncontrollably, the promise of release all but guaranteed.
I turn back to Noah, panting. “Fuck me, Daddy. Please give me what I need.”
He transforms in that moment, no more reservedness clouding his impulses.
Piercing gray-blue eyes bore into mine, the promise of deliverance in the heat behind them. He drops his attention to where our bodies are joined, and his mouth goes slack.
For a moment, we remain like that. He takes his time tracing my gaping, stretched hole with one finger. And then he moves.
The first thrust is exquisite.
The second thrust is so hard, it almost dislodges Ty.
“Hold me,” I beg my boyfriend below me. “I want it harder, Daddy. I promise I can take it.”
Gripping the top of the couch, Noah thrusts again. And again and again and again. Each move powerful, filled by desire and need. Each roll of his hips causes my clit to grind against Ty’s body. At the same time, Ty’s piercings stimulate my inner walls, coaxing pleasure to puddle deep in my core.
The pressure builds quickly.
Tension coils in every muscle and every limb.
The promise of release is right there for the taking, just beyond my reach.
