A shiver of anticipation danced up my spine and my nipples tightened as if he’d caressed them. When he eased his fingers from my mouth, I licked my lips.
“Fuck,” he said on a groan. “Do that again. Are you thinking about sucking me off? Do you like having your mouth full of my cock? Do you have any idea how hot you are right now?”
“Yes, sir.” I couldn’t resist teasing him, even if it earned me a swat or three. Especially if it earned me a swat or more. “I’m aching for you.”
With impatient movements, he yanked his sweats down and then his cock was right there, thick, curved, hard, and straining as it glistened with pre-cum. There was something so intoxicating about Archie’s sensuality. Maybe it was the fact that he’d been my first. Or maybe it was how open he’d always been. Or maybe it was simply Archie.
He fisted his cock and then rubbed it gently over my lips. The heat pouring off him was comparable to the heat against my back. Keeping my eyes on him, I parted my lips and relaxed my jaw. Salt and male and Archie on my tongue were the perfect aphrodisiac as he eased into my mouth. It was like he was afraid to thrust, or maybe he wanted to edge himself as much as me.
Holding me captive with his gaze, he glided over my tongue as I stroked it over him. The first drops of pre-cum I swiped away just added to the ache in my system. My pulse beat so loud it served as the metronome to his gentle thrust.
“Fuck, I love how hot your mouth is, Babe. I always have. I love fucking every single part of you.”
Had I ever told him how much I loved that mouth of his? I used to think it should be illegal. Now, I couldn’t imagine my life without it. Didn’t want to. I closed my lips around his base as he pushed all the way to my throat. But I kept my gaze on him as I rubbed my nose against the tightening muscles of his abdomen.
Sometime over the last year, Archie’s abs had been getting more and more defined. He worked out more. He had always been a runner. Always built lithe and athletic, but he’d put on more muscle. It was like all his edges had also been honed away, leaving only pure Archie behind. Every push of his hips shoved his cock into my throat, and I kept teasing the vein along the underside, alternating between sucking and stroking.
“I love fucking your mouth,” Archie told me as he sank his hand into my hair. “Is your pussy soaked, waiting for me to fuck you there?”
I dipped my eyelashes in an affirmative. I couldn’t very well answer around his dick, and I didn’t cease the motions he encouraged as he guided me back and forth over his cock. Movement from behind sent a thrill through me as Ian appeared with red silk ropes in his hands. Oh, fuck yes. My pussy clenched in anticipation.
“Pay attention to Archie, Angel,” he instructed. “I dare you to make him come.”
Yes, sir.
I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked harder as I swallowed around him. The bump of Archie’s tip against my throat triggered my gag reflex, but I kept swallowing until it passed.
“Fuck me,” Archie swore and his fingers tightened, tugging my hair until my scalp lit up. Ian knelt behind me. The warmth of his legs against skin telling me that, like Archie, he’d shed his bottoms.
With light gestures, Ian moved my hands behind me, and then I gripped my forearms in a loose hold that pushed my chest forward and gave Archie full control over my head.
“Oh, look at those sweet tits all flushed and pink. Your nipples are so hard, Babe. Imagine what they’re going to feel like when I suck on them.”
I didn’t really have to imagine, just the words conjured the motion and I clenched my inner muscles. Ian chuckled as he threaded the silk ties around my arms; the softness just added another layer of sensation to the seduction of teasing and using me. Even though the tension in my belly coiled ever tighter in anticipation, the rest of my body softened, and I took Archie so deep I was pressing my face into his belly. I couldn’t breathe around it and the dance of spots came and went.
He didn’t let me linger there on that edge too long. His nostrils flared as he watched me. I swore he didn’t miss a single nuance of my expressions. Fingers flexing in my hair, he’d thrust in deep and my heart thundered the countdown, first five seconds, then ten. By the end, I would sway dizzily as he pulled back.
Ian worked the ties around me until he’d framed my breasts, pausing only long enough to tease the nipples with the rope, stroking it back and forth as I shuddered.
“Make him come, Angel,” Ian whispered in my ear as he secured the ties behind me. I was rocking back and forth with Archie’s thrusts. Ian’s cock slid up and down against my ass, the faintest dribble of dampness betraying how turned on he was, and I reveled in it.
“Fuck, I am going to come,” Archie swore. “I wanted to try that cockwarming, but she’s so fucking sweet like this. That’s it, Babe, just take my cock, take every inch of me.”
His hips began to stutter and he tilted his head back, a stream of curses falling from his lips, and at the first pulse splashed against my throat, I relaxed my mouth and let him sit against my tongue.
There was something erotic as fuck just watching his expressions as his muscles flexed, and he came in a rush. “Holy shit,” he whispered, dipping his gaze down as I kept my head tilted. Archie did like to keep it dirty, and I didn’t swallow immediately; I let him see his release in my mouth. Even though tears sparked in my eyes, I held firm until he shuddered and then I swallowed.
A little salty and bitter, it was still him, and I savored every drop. With care, I lapped at his still twitching cock where it rested between my lips. His legs trembled and he pulled away before dropping to his knees and then his mouth slammed onto mine. I groaned as he chased the flavor of himself all around my tongue. He slid his hand from my hair so he could cup my face.
My nipples brushed against his chest and that just added a fresh wave to the desire already crashing through me. Ian’s hand landed against my ass and the sting bumped me forward, but Archie steadied me, kissing me deeper as Ian massaged the heat into the cheek. Another series of light slaps followed; they alternated in force. I couldn’t brace for any of them, and I didn’t try.
Archie kissed the sounds right off my lips as I clenched at the emptiness in my pussy and dampness spread down my thighs. The heat of them framing me was an exhilaration as Ian lit my ass on fire but continued to soothe the burn. It left me aching for more.
“Shift over, Arch,” Ian instructed, his voice a tangle of need and command as he wrapped his hand around the rope binding my arms. The intricate lacing kept the pressure from being too much anywhere but just seemed to frame me as he lifted me and helped me stand.
Archie let out a groan and then took my place on the thick rug. The softness of the fluff was just another tease against my skin. Wrapping his free hand around my throat, Ian tilted my head back, and his mouth closed over mine. The demand of his tongue seeking entry had me arching upward, though I couldn’t move any further than he allowed.
Fingers skated up the inside of my thighs and then pressed my legs apart. A moment later, Archie’s mouth closed over my clit, and I bucked at the sudden pressure and suction. I was so much more sensitive than I’d even realized. An orgasm crashed right through me and I screamed into Ian’s mouth.
His soft chuckle as he kept me braced was delicious. Archie’s tongue seemed to mimic Ian’s as he thrust it against my entrance, pushing into me even as Ian sucked my tongue into his mouth. The rhythm alternated between them. Ian would ease up on the drunken kisses of pleasure as Archie would move to tormenting my clit and pushing his fingers into me.