"Have I told you you have the best tits I've ever seen?" He cupped them with his large hands, squeezing gently.
"I don't believe you have." I pushed his shirt up over his head, adding to the pile on the floor.
Boner cleared his throat. "Harlow St. James, you have the best tits I've ever seen."
"Why thank you, Edward Bonegard," I said formally. I undid the front of his jeans and pushed them down until his erection sprang free.
"I'll never get over how that piercing looks on you." Glistening on his tip, it was the perfect accessory for his thick, slightly curved cock.
"Maybe I should get some more," he mused.
"I'd miss you while you healed." I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking him slowly.
He hummed. "We can't have that."
"What can't we have?" Archer said stepping into the bathroom. "Is he dead yet?" He peered into the box.
I followed his gaze. "Almost."
"Good." He looked satisfied, then turned his gaze on me. Opened his mouth, then closed it again.
"Were you were about to state some statistic about people who have weird kinks?" Boner asked.
"Yeah," Archer said gruffly. "But then I decided I'd prefer to add to the statistic."
"Good choice." Boner nodded to him, his cock bobbing in agreement. He turned back to me and pushed my leggings down my hips, holding my elbow so I could lift one foot, then the other to kick them off. "So pretty."
"Fucking gorgeous," Archer whispered. He reached over to a table beside the box to pick up the knife he'd driven into Solomon's groin.
Stepping over to me, he pulled the lace of my panties away from my skin and sliced it carefully with the knife, cutting them in two.
"Those were my favorite pair," I said with a sigh. Mostly teasing, because having the knife that close to my skin made me wet as hell.
"I'll buy you new ones." Archer placed the knife on top of the box and picked me up to sit beside it. Gently, he parted my legs with his hands.
"How wet is she?" Boner asked.
Archer stroked his thumb over my seam. "She's soaked. You really like all of this, don't you?"
"Death, torture and two hot boyfriends?" I asked. "Yeah I do."
"Three," Boner said as Cass stepped into the bathroom, rubbing his eyes. He looked like he'd just woken and found us missing from the living room.
"Three," I agreed. I didn't know where Jules fit into all of this. That was a problem for later. When we could stand to be alone together.
"Are you going to do your boss thing?" Boner asked Cass.
"I think I’ll just watch." Cass leaned against the wall, his arms crossed. Head at an angle so he could see me and Solomon. The tiniest crease of his forehead suggested he was still trying to get his head around all of this.
The tent in his pants suggested he was closer than he thought he was.
Boner reached over to clap him on the shoulder, but then his attention was back on me. Watching as Archer lowered himself to his knees in front of me.
With only Perspex and my thighs between his face and Solomon's, Archer slowly ran his tongue from my rear hole up to my clit. Circled my clit and worked his way back down.
If he looked up, Solomon would have seen my asshole, but I couldn't bring myself to care. If my asshole was the last thing that asshole saw, maybe that was poetic justice.
Maybe it was more than he deserved for the things he'd done.
