Panting, he pulled out, letting her switch back to Boner, who slammed into her until her face was red.
"Come inside her mouth," I ordered. I wanted to see her take everything he had. "Don't swallow a fucking drop," I added.
Boner groaned, thrusting faster before his hips went still. His orgasm consumed him, forcing him to lose himself inside her mouth.
"Don't swallow," I reminded her. If she disobeyed me now, I was going to give her worse punishment than this.
She looked at me with pleading eyes, but moved his cum to the front of her mouth where she could hold it. She was loving every minute of it.
"Archer, fill the rest of her mouth." I nodded to him.
He shifted over a step, waited until she opened her mouth again and thrust back inside. It only a couple of strokes, before he came, adding his cum to her mouthful.
"Fuck, Harlow," he groaned, grinding against her mouth and milking himself for every last bit of relief.
"Don't swallow," I snapped before she could do just that. "Show me. Show all of us what you have in that mouth of yours."
She turned her head and carefully opened her mouth, cum lying across her tongue.
"That is a work of art," Boner said as he tucked his cock back into his pants.
"Fucking beautiful," Archer agreed.
I nodded to Harlow. "Swallow it all down. Every last drop."
She closed her mouth and swallowed, a smile on her lips while she did it.
"You're not mad at me?" she whispered.
"I'm mad," I pushed hair back off my face and whispered back. "This was a start."
She nodded slowly. "I'm sorry."
"Yeah," I said, my anger abating somewhat. "We should start planning this party of Boner's."
I didn't want to talk about it again for the rest of the night. It was time to focus on getting the second asshole.
Boner flopped down into a chair. "I was thinking…”
CHAPTER 9
HARLOW
"Thanks for coming in at short notice," I said.
Erin grinned over at me while she sliced the pears. "Are you kidding? I could use the extra money."
"You could also use the rest," I pointed out.
Not that I could talk, but I wanted my staff to have a good work-life balance. Working your fingers to the bone was such an antiquated concept. What was the point if you couldn't spend time living?
"One extra day of work won't kill me," Erin said. "What is this for, anyway?"
"Boner is having a party at his gallery," I said. "I said I'd make some hors d'oeuvres."
"Swan-kay," she said, sounding impressed. "Can I come? From what I've seen of Boner, it'll be the social event of the season. Or a ton of shits and giggles."
I wasn't sure how to respond to that. On one hand, I didn't want her caught up in anything that might go down. On the other hand, I could use her help getting all of the food there. If she stayed for a little while, where was the harm? Besides, if I said no, she'd turn up anyway. This way, I could keep an eye on her better.
