Pleasure expanded through my chest as Archie lifted one of my legs to rest over his shoulder, and then I was leaning fully back into Ian as he devoured my mouth. The stroke of his fingers over my pulse just added more sensations to crash into me. Archie fucked me with both his fingers and his tongue until my earlier tears turned into full-on sobs as it went from pleasure to too much back to pleasure again.
Only when I was trembling uncontrollably did they ease up. “Shh,” Ian murmured against my throat, rubbing his hand over my chest and down to my abdomen. The gentle petting turned firmer. Archie eased his fingers from me and helped lower me to the ground as he unhitched my leg.
I was still shaking as he maneuvered me right onto his very stiff, and erect once more, cock. The push of him into me had me spasming all over again.
“Open your eyes,” Archie murmured, his voice a soft croon. “We’re right here. It’s okay—shhh…”
That’s when it hit me that I was crying, and I blinked open my watery eyes to find Archie’s face and Ian’s right there. They were both hugging me.
“Hey, there she is,” Ian whispered, smoothing a hand over my hair as Archie wiped the tears from my cheek. “There she is. Red or green, Angel?”
A wet laugh escaped me as I swallowed. The quaking was everywhere, and even forming words proved a little difficult. “Green.”
“Yeah?” He studied me, weighing my answer as they kept hugging and petting me. The firm strokes of their palms over my skin and my muscles helped to quiet some of the violent shakings. More and more, I grew aware of the change in our positions, the thickness of Archie’s cock where I was impaled on him. The soft hairs on his thighs tickled mine. The soft hair on Ian’s arms brushed against my back as he shifted me forward. “I’m going to loosen this a little.”
I wanted to argue that I was fine, but it was Ian’s call. I nodded.
“That’s my girl,” Ian soothed even as Archie slid his hands down to cup my ass. The lift adjusted me and settled me more firmly on his cock. My inner walls spasmed, and we both let out a little hiss and his turned into a laugh.
“God, I love you,” he told me, kissing away more of my tears. The silk ties loosened and nothing tugged at my shoulders or my arms at all. It was like they were there, but no more substantial than gossamer.
“I love you both,” I answered him in between kisses as he teased my lips. “So much.”
“We know,” Ian soothed. “We know, Angel. Love you beyond all reason.”
The next half hour—or maybe it was an hour—time seemed to lose all meaning as they were petting me. Archie’s dick softened a fraction but remained stiff enough that he didn’t slip free. They took turns kissing me. More than once, Ian pulled me back against him so Archie could massage and kiss my breasts.
They didn’t tease or torment, only comforted and then Ian whispered against my mouth. “Still green, Angel?”
“So green,” I promised. I never wanted to move from this position. The only thing that could make it better was if Coop and Jake were there.
“Ready for more?”
“Please,” I implored him, lifting my still damp lashes even if the tears had long since ceased. “I need you.”
His smile was so loving that it twisted my heart into tighter knots than he bound me in. “You have us—and you’re about to have a whole lot more.”
Exulted, I grinned at him in the few heartbeats before he shifted me forward, the action sinking me back onto Archie’s cock, far more deeply. The wild spasms had eased and I wasn’t quite so sensitive.
Still gripping the ropes, Ian kept me upright as he said, “Lay down, Arch, it’s time.”
“Yeah?” He nipped one of my nipples, the sting adding just an edge of pain to the haze of pleasure I basked in. “Good. Need you, Babe. Always.”
As I clenched around him, his smile turned fierce, and then he and Ian adjusted their positions while keeping me steady. Archie on his back, me mounted on him and suspended partially by the harness of rope that Ian had created. Archie spread his legs, forcing mine wider, then Ian was behind us.
Oh yes, even before the press of his cock pushing at my entrance, easing his way in to join Archie’s, I knew it was coming. The splintering pleasure of too much pressure and feeling them both inside me, together, bound just like we were, made spots dance in front of my eyes as he rocked forward. Beneath me, Archie’s expression strained and sweat dotted his forehead.
“Breathe,” Ian ordered, and I sucked in a breath. On my exhale, Ian pushed all the way in and the quivering returned. I wasn’t alone this time, Archie’s legs trembled beneath mine. “Good girl, so damn good for us. Take us like we were meant to be in you.”
“She was,” Archie said. The praise in their voices helped me adjust to the intensity of the pressure. It was just so much. “Made for us. Our girl. Our beautiful babe. And very soon, our wife…”
A groan spilled out of me as they began to rock, their pacing almost dead perfect as they pushed and pulled. Their praise wrapped around me like an embrace as they took turns kissing me, and it wasn’t long before my orgasm tumbled me over and the world whited out totally. Too much. Too perfect. So them.
I roused to the gentle rub of Archie’s hands along my right arm. The calluses on his fingers were in different spots from Ian’s. Ian had my left hand in his and worked his thumbs against my palm. I floated between them, though I was definitely on a bed and not in the water.
“I can’t get over it,” Archie murmured. “There really is just something else when she lets go like that.”
“Yep,” Ian said. “She doesn’t hold anything back. Arguably, I don’t think she ever does—not anymore. She trusts us. But when we do a scene, or we play, she just lets everything else go and lets me carry everything for her. The decisions. The pleasure. The techniques. The releases are—breathtaking.”
“The tears?” It was the first time the worry in his voice pierced through the drowsy pleasure wrapping around me. “Is that normal…?”
“Sometimes,” Ian told him, and the confidence in his voice buoyed me. “Sometimes she needs to cry and it’s not about sadness or pain, it’s about stress relief. Those tears, though? I just think we overloaded her system and it was too much stimulation.”
Archie’s wicked chuckle pulled a smile from me. “It definitely was too much,” I admitted. Oh, look, I could use my words.
“Hey,” Ian said as they both turned their gazes up to me. I’d managed to flutter my eyes open and they were back in shorts for Archie and pajama bottoms for Ian. “You floated right away on us.”
“Loved it. So full of you. Just perfect.” I stretched, more like a cat than anything. I was warm everywhere. My ass was still heated from the earlier spanks, and my pussy was just—aching in all the best ways. My arms and shoulders were a little tight, but the massage was amazing. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” Archie whispered, lifting my hand to kiss it. “I want to play more in the future—just need you to teach me the ropes—well, maybe not the ropes but definitely turning that beautiful ass pink.”