With a scream, I bury my hand in his hair, gripping him tightly as he forces me headfirst into an intense climax.
“I’m coming,” I shriek. My back arches over the counter. My right leg is draped over his shoulder, and my left foot is barely even on the floor.
Mid-orgasm, I open my eyes and stare at Archer, who is still sitting in his chair, watching this entire thing unfold with parted lips and dilated pupils.
I’ve just crested the high point as he stands and stalks toward me with lust in his eyes. My body is left thrumming with aftershock waves as he reaches behind me and picks up one of the strawberries. He brings it to my lips, and I take a bite between panting breaths.
“How is it?” he asks.
My heart is still beating wildly, and the flavor of the strawberry and cream bursts with decadent sweetness and tangy citrus on my tongue. Closing my lips, I savor the taste as I nod.
“It’s good.”
Julian stands, his lips wet and swollen, as Archer grabs him by the back of the neck and kisses him fiercely, licking my release from his face. Then he delicately feeds him a strawberry. None of us say a word for a while. My ears ring and my skin tingles.
With a wicked smile, Archer pops a strawberry into his own mouth. “You know what I think?” he asks before licking his fingers. “I think this is going to be really fucking fun.”
Rule #16: Being the third wheel isn’t so bad sometimes.
Julian
With the taste of Freya’s arousal lingering on my lips, I letArcher feed me another strawberry. Red juice slides over my lips and down my chin. Inside my pants, my boxers are soaked with the evidence of just how much I enjoyed that. Now, seeing her sated with glazed-over eyes makes me even hungrier for more.
But first…
I step away from the two of them in search of the restroom, but I don’t get far. Archer’s strong hand wraps around my bicep. “Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom. Is that okay with you?” I snark back.
His eyes dance down to my crotch, and I half close my eyes in humiliated resentment.
“Did you…” he asks, a frisky smile playing on the corner of his mouth.
I’m not ashamed, so I hold my shoulders back and reply, “Yes, I did.”
Archer pops a strawberry in his mouth and grins widely. “That’s hot.” He releases my arm and lets me walk toward the bathroom.
Once I shut myself inside, I find my reflection in the mirror, letting out a huff of silent laughter at my appearance. My hair is wild and out of place. I have strawberry stains on my chin, and my lips are still red from rubbing them all over Freya’s perfect cunt.
Fixing my hair, I let a smile stretch across my lips as I relive the entire thing. I don’t know what came over me. I was just supposed to show her how hot it could be. But she purred so nicely from my touch, I was overcome with the desire to hear more.
This is my little sister’s best friend. What the hell am I doing?
Meeting Archer and Freya was never the plan. Letting it get this far was not in the cards at all. The question that seems to be ever present in my mind isNow what?Because I’m sure as fuck not working myself into a relationship. How did this happen? And how do I stop myself from wanting it so fucking much?
Over the past year, I’ve watched Jack fall in love and corner himself into one half of a blissed-out couple while I sneered in disgust from the sidelines. I can’t even imagine what he does when he goes home to them every night. Sit on the couch and whisper sweet nothings to his girlfriend day in and day out? Meanwhile, I was fucking strangers and living in total freedom.
And now…here I am, on a second or third date, depending on who you ask, with two people who I can’t seem to get enough of. I can’t fucking stand it. This date isn’t even over and I’m already looking forward to the next one. What the hell is happening to me?
It’ll end eventually. Right?
This fire will burn out, and we’ll all be able to return to our normal lives unharmed and well fucked. That’s all I want from them anyway.
With a shake of my head, I unzip my pants and stare down at the sticky mess in my satin briefs. There’s no cleaning this up now,so I quickly undress, tossing them in the trash can before pulling my pants back on without anything underneath.
Instead of feeling shame for coming in my underwear like a teenager, I embody pride instead. When was the last time I did that? So turned on by the taste and feel of someone else’s body that I get myself off without even touching my dick. Is everything with them going to be so new and exciting?
After washing up, I open the door to the bathroom. I’m fully expecting to find the other two making out or already fully fucking on the couch. Instead, I step into the living room to find Archer sitting on the couch with Freya next to him, gently pressing a piece of gauze to his brow line.
