There’s a hint of shame to the statement. I don’t bother arguing or assuaging his guilt. He should feel fucking bad. I’m hurting because of him.
“Take it easy and give me a little room so I can work her clit,” he suggests.
Not a bad plan.
Before I can agree, he inserts two fingers into his mouth and hums. “Delectable.”
A rush of dark amusement hits me. I can’t fucking help but burst his bubble.
“That’s not all her,” I tell him smugly.
His eyes widen like saucers, but then his brow drops into a deep scowl. “You already came?”
I can’t help but smile.
“Twice.”
He scoffs, his outrage morphing into indignation.
“But you’re still hard. She’s still riding you. I can fucking see your massive cock with all the silver studs every time she lifts herself up!”
I’m smiling so wide my cheeks hurt now. “That’s typically how it goes for me.”
A growl from the front rumbles like thunder. “Seriously? He’s got a pierced dickandno refractory period?”
Sawyer smashes her lips against mine once more, keeping me from bantering back and centering me with her warm mouth and hot tongue teasing against mine.
“Less talking,” she pants when she pulls away. “More kissing.” With another roll of her hips, she looks at Eden. “I want to come on Ty’s cock while you feed me your tongue, professor.”
With those words, a switch is flipped.
Eden and I both get into position, galvanized by the clear directions. There’s no time to bicker or to debate how to proceed.
Sawyer told us exactly what she wants and how—no further instructions needed.
I caress her hips, gripping her plush thighs as she rides me. “You feel so good, mon ange,” I praise. “And you look so pretty riding me like this.”
She may be kissing the professor, but her lips curl up as I praise her. I fucking love that I put that smile on her face.
Eden works her hard, rubbing her clit and building her up with the hot, frantic kisses she craves.
She grips me like a vise, squeezing harder with each passing second.
“Just like that. Stay there.” I hold her in place and thrust up with short, fast strokes. “Keep going,” I encourage Eden.
She’s so tight I worry that if she pulls all the way off again, she won’t be able to work my cock back in. She’s close. So fucking close.
“Come on, baby. I’m about to peak again, and I want to come together. Milk me and show me how much you love getting fucked and fingered.”
That does it.
Her mouth parts, her head falls back, and she closes her eyes as her body takes and takes and takes, finally coming undone.
I ease back into consciousness as the truck rolls to a gentle stop. It was a rough ride back to the orchard, although I got the sense Noah was doing everything he could to keep the vehicle steady and avoid abrupt turns.
One of the passenger doors opens, allowing a biting chill to fill the cabin. Noah leans in, focused on a sleeping Sawyer.
She’s been out for most of the drive, sated and limp in my arms, looking like the perfect angel she is. She’s jolted herself awake a few times, which Eden has assured me is to be expected from the MDMA. Thankfully she drifted back to sleep quickly after each spell.
