“Yes, ourselves. Of course.”
“You know what we should do?” Archer asks once he’s completely naked. He’s lazily stroking his cock as I snap the straps to the lounger that Freya is currently reclining on.
“What?” I ask.
“Fuck in that elevator.”
I chuckle to myself. “The elevator in our building. Where we live.”
“Yeah, why not? We should take it all back to where it started.”
“I’m not sure your landlord would appreciate that,” Freya replies. “I mean…what would we even do? Shut it down long enough to have sex?”
“I don’t know,” Archer says. “I didn’t consider the logistics yet.”
As they go back and forth, it makes me smile to myself. I do love them. It’s even more clear in moments like these that are not necessarily the sexiest or most romantic but the most casual moments when we are just us. It’s moments like these when I feel a sense of forever in our relationship. I could see them in my future. I could see us ten or twenty years down the road, much like my godparents or the other owners of the original club. I usedto assume they were miserable being married for so long, but I could never be miserable with these two.
By some twist of fate, we found each other that night in that elevator, and it was the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
My cock aches inside my briefs, so I quickly grab the lube and condoms from the drawer and practically drag Archer to the higher side of the lounge.
“What, no foreplay?” he asks.
Without laughing at his sarcasm, I shove him so he’s bent over the back of the lounge. He’s facing Freya, who sits upright and kisses his face while I’m busy wrapping the cuff around his right wrist. He hums with delight as I fasten it to the hook at the bottom of the chair. Then I move to the other side and do the same.
The sight of him bound to that sex chair sends a coursing heat down my spine. He’s stuck in a bent-over position, and he tugs at the straps a little to test their strength. He’ll find them very sturdy, even against a six-and-a-half-foot street fighter.
Moving behind him, I tear down my briefs and practically whimper at the sight of him, so vulnerable and exposed for me.
Even if Freya doesn’t fully grasp how significant this is for me, Archer knows. He’s proving it.
I’ve bottomed in the past, and I don’t hate it necessarily, but I love to fuck an eager bottom even more. And Archer is clearly keen for it. When I smack his ass, he hums into Freya’s mouth and presses his hips back toward me in his limited range of movement.
Because he’s so tall, he has to bend over more to rest his elbows on the back of the chaise. It exposes him to me even more, and I nearly groan at the sight of his puckered hole just waiting for me.
Drizzling a little lube down his crack, I ease my finger around the tight muscle, and I see him melting from my touch.
“Fuck yes,” he murmurs, and I haven’t even entered him yet.
While massaging his rim, I stroke my cock with the other hand, keeping it slow because the sight of him like this has meready to blow. Watching him make Freya come with his mouth a few minutes ago didn’t help either.
When I feel the tight ring of his ass relax for me, I gently press inside him. His response is an eager groan.
“Is my Archer a natural bottom?” I ask with a devilish smile.
“God, I’ll be whatever you want me to be. Just fuck me.”
He’s leaning into Freya, who is kneeling on the bench and holding his face to her chest. As she strokes his head, she tries to peek over his back to see his ass, and I love that she’s so curious. I bet she’s going to love watching him take a cock, and like he mentioned earlier, I bet she’ll even love being the one to give it to him.
Someday.
Excitement quickens my heart when I think about all the things the three of us have yet to experience together and how bright our future looks.
I ease a second finger into Archer’s ass, stretching him to accommodate my cock, and I sense him growing restless. Grabbing the condom, I rip it open with my teeth and scramble to put it on. After rolling it down my length, I squirt a little more lube on it.
Stroking my cock, I press it against his prepped hole. “You ready?”
He huffs loudly, making me chuckle.
