“I guess that’s my answer.”
Grabbing Archer’s hips, I watch my cock slowly disappear inside him. He must think I’m going too slow because he thrusts his hips back toward me and fights against the restraints, desperate to take it all apparently.
“Jesus, Arch,” I say, my voice tight and pleasure-laced. “Your ass feels so good.”
“I could say the same thing about your cock,” he replies, arching his back to glance at me over his shoulder.
“I want to see,” Freya mumbles softly before climbing off the seat and moving around until she’s standing next to me. Reaching out to touch my cock, she feels the exact spot where my bodymeets Archer’s. I hear the slight inhale of her gasp as she stares down at it.
I’m so distracted by the tight heat of Archer’s ass strangling my cock that I can’t even process her watching this right now. She reaches up on her tiptoes and kisses my neck, so I turn my head and find her lips with mine. I don’t want her to feel left out, so I love that she’s inserting herself into this situation.
“Go stroke his cock, baby,” I whisper to her.
“You do and I’ll come,” Archer groans in response.
She looks up at me, and I smile at her. “Do it.”
Freya climbs back up on the chair facing Archer. He leans into her body again, jostled by my rough thrusts.
“Harder, Jules,” Archer mutters with his face buried in Freya’s neck. He wrestles against the straps again, and I nearly lose it every time he does. The leather squeaks from the strain, and I worry he’ll actually pop the rings off the base with his untamed strength.
Picking up speed, I slam into Archer. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mingled with our groans and heavy breathing.
I can tell the exact moment when Freya reaches down and wraps her fingers around Archer’s cock because he shudders with a whimper. She kisses his lips while her arm pumps, stroking his length.
I’ve been barely holding on this entire time, fighting the urge to come, but watching them together nearly sends me over the edge. Freya picks up her speed, and Archer goes silent, his body trembling with the force of his orgasm. She’s wearing a proud expression as she watches the waves of his climax roll over him.
I have no strength left in me to fight the onslaught of my own pleasure. Pounding two more times, I finally let it all go, and I come hard, filling the condom.
Someday, there won’t be a condom between us. That thought alone is enough to send me into another shock wave of pleasure.Someday, I want to watch as my seed spills from both of them. I want that level of trust between us.
Archer and I slowly start to recover, and I pull out, quickly removing the condom to discard it. While he’s still bent over the chaise and Freya is softly kissing his face, I unfasten his restraints before going to the bathroom for a wet washcloth to clean up.
“You guys must have a good system for keeping this furniture clean,” Archer says with humor as he gestures toward the cum stain he left on the lounge.
I chuckle as I quickly wipe it up. “We do. Don’t worry.”
Archer stands upright and stretches his body. His hair is tousled, and his skin has a glow from sweat and a blush from the orgasm. It’s so much better than scars and bruises.
“I could go for a shower,” he says.
“I’ll get it started for us,” I reply. Going into the bathroom, I turn on the water and pull out the towels. Freya and Archer join me, but after washing her hands and throwing some cool water on her face, Freya has a look of exhaustion to her.
“You guys mind if I lie down and skip the shower? I’m beat.”
We both kiss her cheeks on either side before she sleepily shuffles back into the bedroom and collapses on the large king-size bed.
“She did work her ass off today,” he says as he steps under the water.
I meet him in the spray, letting it slide through my hair and down my back. “She did.”
With a look of contemplation, he adds, “She deserves the world.”
I open my eyes to stare at him. “Yes, she does. And so do you.”
His eyes meet mine. “So do you.”
“Then it’s a good thing we have each other,” I reply.
