Page 54 of Almost Ravaged (Men of Evercrisp Orchard #1)

Chapter forty-five

Mercer

“ N oah,” I grit out through clenched teeth.

With Sawyer in a prone position like this, the intensity as I pound into her just might kill me. Between her luscious thighs and the way her jeans force her legs together, it’s a fucking tight fit.

But I love this angle.

Pushing her deeper into the earth as I pound into her with everything I have fucking lights me up. The way she’s gone soft and just fucking takes it speaks to the primal beast inside.

“Fuck, Noah,” I say without relenting. “I need you.”

He’s standing several feet away, watching. I want him to do more than watch. I know she does, too.

I gather Sawyer’s hair and wrap it around my fist twice, then yank up.

She responds beautifully, lifting up to her knees and arching back, giving me her weight. With my free hand, I claw at her shirt, pulling it down along with her bra to reveal her luscious, perfect tits .

I’m shallower now. But with her body pressed up against me like this—her supple ass grinding back into my groin—I have to focus to stave off the urge to release my load inside her.

I grit my teeth harder, willing my mind to think of anything other than the way her wet, warm pussy walls feel as they suck me in and hold me close.

On a hard thrust, Sawyer gasps, bringing me back to the moment.

“Look at her,” I plead with my best friend. “She needs something to fill that smart little mouth. Take out your cock and get over here.”

Noah doesn’t move.

Anger surges through me, only making me fuck into Sawyer harder.

I fucking hate my best friend’s demons. He’s holding back, not allowing himself to indulge in the pleasure he so clearly desires.

He came into the field with us. He hasn’t used a safe word.

But dammit, Noah. He has to fucking act.

I do not have the mental bandwidth to stave off this orgasm much longer.

If he wants any part of this, he’s got to make his move.

I band an arm around Sawyer and slow my thrusts, then playfully nip at her ear. “Are you with me, Little Nuisance?”

She moans.

That’s all she gives me, and I can’t fucking blame her.

If I’m this close, and with the way she’s clenching around me, the pleasure building inside her has got to be on the verge of combusting.

“Stick with me,” I instruct. “Hold on to this feeling. I’m gonna try something to push him over the edge.”

She whimpers, then gives a nearly imperceptible nod. “Whatever you do, please don’t stop.”

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.”

His hand is buried in her hair, guiding her back and forth, back and forth.

“Good girls deserve rewards, don’t you think, Little Nuisance?” I ask, my face buried in the crook of her neck, as I bring the cob of corn around the front of her body.

I line it up and tease her clit. Instantly, she whimpers.

“Okay?” I ask.

She nods. At least I think it’s a nod. She’s deep-throating Noah so well, she couldn’t utter a fucking word if she tried.

“You can pinch my thigh if you need to stop.” I kiss her shoulder, then line the corn up once more. Quickly, I twist my wrist back and forth.

I’m rewarded almost immediately when she clenches around me.

“That’s it.” I twist and grind back and forth over her clit. “Right there. Just like that. You’re taking us so well, sweetheart. You look so beautiful, getting fucked in two of your perfect holes.”

Noah curses and grunts, mindless words tumbling out of him. He sounds as out of his mind as I feel.

“Come on, sweetheart,” I goad. “Come on these cocks. Come on this fucking corn.”

When her body tenses, I quicken my pace, sliding it up and down and grinding it over her clit. “Right there. Right there. Right there,” I encourage.

My balls weigh a metric ton. I’m on the brink, despite barely moving.

My only concerns are her pleasure and his satisfaction.

“Come for us, baby. Thatta girl.”

She goes rigid in my arms an instant before Noah groans and makes a choking sound.

They’re both coming.

Thank fuck .

Finally, I release all the weight and worry and tension I’ve been carrying. I allow myself to spasm and spill and fill her pretty little cunt with my essence. A shuddering breath escapes me as my core contracts and my cock pulses.

Breathing heavily, I can’t help but smile, relishing in the knowledge that all three of us are satisfied.