Climbing over Archer’s bed, I open the drawer to find an array of things I don’t even fully understand. Lube, condoms, toys in shapes I’ve never seen before. Ignoring those, I tear off one of the condoms and climb back on top of Archer.
His not-swollen eye betrays him as it dilates with arousal. He wants this too.
“If you want to feel something, Archer Wilde, then feel this. I want it to be you. I want you to prove to yourself how gentle anddeserving you are. You are not broken. There is nothing wrong with you.”
He swallows, his nostrils flaring as he fights back the emotion clearly bubbling to the surface. “I won’t hurt you,” he whispers. “I promise.”
Julian is lying on his side next to Archer, watching all this unfold, and his normally stoic expression is soft and filled with something that could easily be mistaken for love.
He doesn’t feel left out. He knows I’m not choosing Archer for any other reason than knowing how much he needs this. Besides, it doesn’t matter who is inside me first. They both belong there. They are both equally ingrained in my heart.
“Julian, help me,” I whisper as I fumble with the condom with shaking hands.
He moves to his knees, taking the wrapper and deftly tearing it open. Then, with skill like he’s done it a thousand times before, he rolls the rubber over Archer’s rock-hard shaft.
Archer hisses as it slides onto him, and I stare down at it, willing myself not to be nervous.
“Just take it nice and slow,” Julian says. “There’s no rush and no reason to hurt yourself.”
My lips press together as I touch his face. “A heart of gold.”
He responds with an eye roll. He clearly doesn’t love when we point out that he’s kinder than he lets on. Pulling him toward me, I kiss the scowl right off his face.
Archer moves up to sitting, his back against the pillows and the headboard as he reaches for me. “Baby, come here.”
Crawling over him, I straddle his hips so we’re close, almost one. Julian stays by my side, his hand on the base of my spine as I lift my hips and hover over Archer’s cock. He holds it up and aims it for my core as I slowly settle my hips down carefully.
The blunt head presses against me, and I tense with anticipation. Archer’s lips are warm and wet as he pulls my breast to his mouth. As I focus on the cock slowly working its way inside me,I have their hands and lips on my body to distract me from the pain.
Archer slips in an inch, and it’s just a subtle sting. Then I lower my hips farther, and the sting turns into a burning. I gasp as he slides deeper, my body feeling things it’s never felt before.
My head hangs back, my eyes locked on the ceiling as I drop my weight as far as it will go on Archer’s lap. In this position, I freeze, letting my pussy stretch around him.
“Does it hurt?” Archer whispers, his mouth against my sternum.
“A little,” I reply on a tense breath.
Julian buries his hand in my hair, tilting my head to latch his lips on my neck. Mumbling against my skin, he praises me. “You look so beautiful like this, Freya. So fucking beautiful.”
The longer I sit here, stuffed full of Archer, the more my body relaxes and the pain disappears. The urge to move takes over, and I try rocking my hips to see how it feels. There’s no way to explain this sensation. This spot inside me that lights up. How sexy and in control I feel as I do it again, seeking my own pleasure on his cock.
Julian’s gentle fingers find their way to my clit, circling it slowly at first. “That’s it, baby,” he whispers. “Keep going.”
“It’s so fucking tight,” Archer groans, making Julian whimper with desire as he kisses a line down my arm.
I am part of both of them at this moment. My body and soul belong to them.
My hips start moving faster, chasing something I don’t recognize. Eager to find what is waiting for me, I grind them harder against Archer. It grows tighter and tighter as I move, but not tight with pain. Tight with need and ecstasy.
“Fuck,” Archer cries out as his arms wrap around my waist. “If you don’t slow down, I’m going to come.”
I couldn’t slow down if I tried. I am focused on chasing this pleasure that is all I feel. My hips are grinding back and forthrelentlessly as Julian strums my clit, murmuring soft words in my ear.
“That’s it, baby. Keep going. Good girl.”
My cries are loud and wild as I grow closer to my orgasm. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Julian stroking himself, and I feel bad for a moment that I’m so focused on my own release that I can’t help him.
But his encouragement and his touch helping me to my climax are like heaven. My fingers grip Archer’s shoulders as I use his cock to get off. And when the orgasm hits me, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My spine curls and my legs shake violently as it barrels into me, raking me through the coals.
