Needing more to cross the finish line, I turn to Mercer. “I need you, too.”
Ty scoffs. “Are you serious?”
I am.
“I want him in my mouth. I want to be filled and fucked by all three of you at the same time.” Licking my lips, I lock eyes with him and whisper, “Are you okay with this?”
“Yes,” he groans quickly. “Fuck. I want you to have everything, mon ange.” He kisses me hard and fast. “You heard our woman,” he says to Mercer. “Get up and get your dick out, prof.”
Mercer stands slowly and shifts closer.
Ty drags his focus away from me, assessing him with concern. “I’ll spot you so you don’t fall.”
He rests his hand on Mercer’s side, stabilizing him. “Is this okay?”
Mercer hums. “More than okay. Thank you.” He takes out his cock, the smooth tip already dripping precum, and lines it up with my mouth.
I stick out my tongue and lap at that first drop. When his taste registers, another pulse of heat floods me.
“This is what you want, sweetheart?” He gently slaps his dick against my cheek.
I moan again, reveling in the loose, languid, intoxicating ease of giving myself to these men completely.
Mercer studies Noah’s rhythm, then pushes into my mouth in time with his thrusts.
Lips stretched as wide as they can go, I swirl my tongue and suck him deeper. I need to feel him nudge the back of my throat. I need the sensory overload.
Noah slows a bit, setting a new steady tempo.
Saliva pools in my mouth. Arousal drips from my core, mixing with Ty’s release and the slick lube. Everything is wet and smooth and seamless and—fuck.
There’s no friction, just feeling, my insides turning to mush and my mind going hazy.
I’m bursting at the seams, filled in every way.
My body spasms. Tingles of sensation roll through me, serving as preludes to pleasure.
Each time I think I’m close, another layer of sensation shrouds my release.
The guys are relentless. They fill me and fuck me, praising me and supporting me as I scale an insurmountable peak.
That’s our fucking girl.
Feel how wet she is, dripping all over our nuts?
She loves it sloppy.
She needs it harder.
She’s perfect.
She’s precious.
She’s ours.
I’m theirs, as they are mine.
They’re mine. They want this, and I never have to hold back or hide or choose.
