“We’ll take it nice and slow,” I say, my hands roaming the landscape of her body. “You just tell us when to stop, and we will.”
“I’d like that,” she replies with a satisfied hum.
“You got it, Chef,” Archer mumbles before kissing her again.
This couch is severely overcrowded by our three bodies, but I don’t care. Being cramped in small places seems to be our style anyway.
“I’d love for both of you to stay the night,” she mumbles between his kisses.
As I watch them devour each other, my cock swells with renewed life, aching to be touched. Just the thought of sleeping next to both of them tonight makes it throb even more.
“I’d love that too,” Archer replies.
“But,” she says, curling her hair behind her ear, “I don’t think I’m ready…for, you know…”
I pause as Archer stares at her as if he doesn’t understand what she’s saying. “For sex?”
Timidly, she nods. “I’m sorry,” she says before covering her face.
I’m hit by a wave of fresh indignation. Notather but for her. For all the pressure she must have felt from lowlife guys who tried to make her think sheowedthem something. Rage boils under my skin just thinking about it.
Prying her hands away from her eyes, I capture her chin in my fingers and tug her face back toward me. Her eyes widen with surprise, but I force them on me so she can see my sincerity.
“Stop it. Don’t apologize for anything,” I mutter in a dominant tone. “We didn’t come over for sex, Freya. We came over to be with you.”
Her gaze softens. “I know, but last time, I think we would have…”
“Because we were drunk.”
“He’s right,” Archer replies much softer than me. “When you’re ready, just tell us. Until then, we’ll wait. I love that you told us that.”
I too love that Freya is comfortable with us, telling us what she wants or what she doesn’t want. And honestly, I don’t need sex. I’m perfectly content sitting here with them.
Fuck. What on earth has gotten into me?
“We can still do other stuff,” she adds, looping one arm back around my neck while the other grips Archer’s shirt, tugging him closer.
With a grin, he yanks her until she’s lying flat on the couch with her head in my lap. Then he drives his hips between her legs, making her moan loudly as he adds, “Baby, there is a lot more we can do that isn’t full-blown sex.”
Rule #17: There’s a lot of fun to be had, even without sex.
Archer
Icould think of far worse ways to spend a Friday eveningthan cuddling up on a tiny couch in a quaint apartment, trading kisses with two beautiful people. Freya is currently in my lap, and Julian is at my side.
There was a part of me that worried being with two people would be awkward or strange. It has a different energy than being with just one. With just one person, we could easily fuck on this couch right here. With two, it’s a bit more complicated.
I love that Freya asked to wait on sex. I’ve never felt like this before, but I want to take my time with these two. There is no hurry. No frantic need to have them right here, right now. Instead, I’m enjoying the slow buildup of our relationship.
That’s not to say I wouldn’t immensely enjoy the sight of their mouths stuffed full with my cock. This might be new territory, but I’m still me.
Freya is growing restless, moaning and writhing on my legs. My lips are entangled with Julian’s, and her mouth is trailing down the side of my neck. She might want to take things slow,but she’s not afraid to seek out what feels good. And right now, she’s rubbing her cunt all over my thigh.
With one hand on her hip, I encourage her movements, helping her to rut against me.
“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” I murmur as I move my lips from Julian’s mouth to hers. “Let me watch you kiss him now,” I whisper.
Sitting back on the couch, I let my gaze drink in the sight of Julian’s pretty pink lips against hers. He kisses like he speaks—with venom and sugar. And his eyes are always a little open so he can watch her through the narrow slits. When his hand slips down the neckline of her dress to massage her breast, the motion of her hips picks up.
