But Sawyer was right, I did love this. And I wanted to experience it with Wade.
Sawyer started stroking Wade, and I watched as Wade told him without words how he liked it. Sawyer read each moan, gasp, and whine with perfect ability. He knew exactly when to slow down or speed up, when to grip tighter or loosen his hold.
With a loud smack, Sawyer broke the kiss, then used his nose to nudge Wade’s head so they were looking down at me, cheek to cheek.
I whimpered.
Sawyer grinned. “See, the thing is, Preston loves getting comed on. Like loves, loves, lovesit. It’s his favorite thing.”
“Yeah,” I gasped, lifting my hips, hoping I could touch them. But Sawyer kept himself and Wade just out of my reach. “Yeah. Please.”
“You are…beautiful,” Wade breathed, eyes wide. Then he buried his hands in Sawyer’s hair, tilted back his head, and kissed him hard. “You, too. God, the both of you. Just…beautiful.”