Page 132 of Almost Ravaged

I kiss her neck, then run my tongue along her skin. “I won’t. I promise. Play with your clit, baby. I’ve got you. I just want Noah to get there, too.”

She nods again and shifts to touch herself.

Ensuring I’ve got a solid hold on her, I blindly grasp at the plants around us until I find what I’m looking for.

Yahtzee.

I grasp my prize and give a swift tug, releasing the ear of corn from the stalk.

One-handed, shucking the corn proves to be a challenge, so I give in and use my teeth to tear at the husk until the cob is revealed.

This is for Noah, I remind myself.

Because despite all the dirty and depraved acts I’ve committed in the name of sexual pleasure, I can’t say I’ve ever attempted anything like this.

He’s standing too far away to make out his expression, but I can feel his eyes on us and I can hear his heavy breathing. He just needs a reason to take the plunge.

“Noah,” I warn. “Either you fill her mouth with your cock, or I’m gonna fuck her face with this corn.”

Sawyer stiffens in my hold.

I kiss the back of her shoulder. “You’re okay,” I assure her, teasing the cob against her jawline. “Play along, unless you need me to stop.”

“Don’t stop,” she begs, the two words sending tingles right to my balls.

“Open your mouth, baby. Show him right where you want to take him.”

She whimpers, and then my good girl opens her mouth.

Unable to see her face, I hold the cob still, resting it against her cheek, and call out for my best friend once more. “Are you seeing this?” I squeeze Sawyer’s midsection gently. “What do you want, Sawyer? Corn or cock?”

“Cock,” she cries out. “I want your cock, Noah. Please.”

Her tone bleeds desperation, her body writhing.

“She wants you. She’s begging for you. But I’ll fill her with this if you don’t fucking do it.”

He groans, no doubt warring with himself, but a heartbeat later, he shuffles closer. With every step, my heart rate picks up. He’s right fucking there. Close enough that I can see his jeans and the muscles of his forearms as he takes himself out of his pants.

“Open wide for him, baby,” I tell Sawyer as I roll my hips and slam my eyes shut, easing deeper into her, inch by glorious inch.

By the way Noah moans, I assume he’s finally allowed himself to take what he wants.

Sawyer gags, and Noah attempts to shift back. But she grabs his hips and holds on tight.

I lift one hand to her throat, stroking and soothing, and kiss the warm skin of her neck. “You hold her hair,” I tell him. “Don’t be gentle. I’m going to fuck her hard and fast, and she needs you to do the same.”

“You ready, baby?” I murmur again, right in her ear.

She arches back. “Please,” she begs. “Fuck me everywhere.”

“Open for him, sweetheart.”

She obeys, her throat relaxing beneath my palm, and with each swallow, she takes him deeper. All the while, her pussy flutters around me, each little spasm tugging desperately on my length. I’m only about halfway inside her now, so fucking shallow. But I won’t risk taking either of them out of this moment by changing positions.

Above us, Noah moans again.

“Good girl,” I praise. “Look how good you’re making him feel.”