Hooking my arms around Freya’s thighs, I suck eagerly at her clit, using her body to hold me steady as Julian’s hips piston against me.
“Oh God, Archer!” she screams as she writhes and twists against my mouth. Her pussy pulses against my lips as she rides out another intense climax.
I’m so close to release it would take a breeze against my cock to make me come. But I need to feel the warm heat of her body before I do. She’s still trembling and screaming as I flip her onto her knees and yank her hips toward me.
“Yes,” she calls to me as I fold my body over hers.
Lining my cock up with her core, I let Julian’s momentum drive me inside Freya. She screams, clutching the sheets tight.Using them as leverage, she thrusts herself back onto my cock, so I hardly have to move. He’s fucking me from behind, and she’s fucking herself on my shaft in front.
We’re all moaning and groaning as one, a mess of limbs and flesh and sound. Warm breath against our skin. The moisture of our pleasure and our sweat.
Draped over Freya, I cover her fist with mine until our fingers are intertwined. Behind me, Julian thrusts in as deep as he can go, and he stills there. My eyes flutter closed from the sensation.
His fingers reach for Freya’s hips, and he pulls her in, hard. Then he just holds us there like that.
“Feel that?” he mutters with a raspy, carnal tone. “We’re one.”
We are one. We are one beating, pulsing body of desire. Our hearts beat in sync. Our breaths, our bodies, our blood. It’s all so fused at this point that not one of us could exist without the other two.
This relationship is now the most important thing in my life. And I will nurture it and care for it until the day I die.
Finally, Julian starts moving again. Freya does too. My lips find her neck, breathing in her scent as the pounding of our bodies carries me to another plane of existence.
When I come, it’s multiplied by their pleasure. Julian cries out, his breath stuttering with pleasure as I fill Freya with my release. It’s not just a climax, it’s a crescendo. Swell after swell of unending ecstasy holds me in its grip until it feels like I could die from this sensation.
The next time I open my eyes, I’m staring at the ceiling. Freya’s natural waves are in my face, and Julian’s face is on my chest.
“I could really fall asleep like this,” she mumbles.
“We can clean it up in the morning,” I reply, tugging her closer.
Before drifting off to sleep, I feel Julian taking my free hand in his. Peeling my sleepy eyes open, I watch him slip his ring back on my pinkie finger where it was before. Smiling softly at him, I see more growth in him than even he realizes.
The Julian I knew before would never have been so vulnerable. He caged himself off from the world so he never had to feel anything, but now he’s opening his heart for us.
“I love you,” I whisper against his forehead.
“I love you too,” he replies.
Freya is already snoring peacefully on my arm.
With his ring safely around my finger, I pull Julian against me and close my eyes.
Rule #39: Food (and elevators) bring people together.
Freya
“Idon’t want to alarm you,” Julian says, standing at thewindow that peers into the kitchen from the dining room of the restaurant.
“Oh God, Julian. What?” I snap, wiping my hands on my new apron.
His guarded, tense expression slowly morphs into a wicked smile. “There’s a line around the corner.”
My face falls. “Stop teasing me.”
“Why would I tease you?” he asks, looking offended.
Archer bursts in like a storm through the back door. “Babe, there’s a guy out here with a delivery.”
