Chapter 3
HARLOW
"I'm going to be a prune in a minute," I said, raising my hand to look down at my wrinkled fingertips. "Too late."
Boner took my wrist and brought my fingers to his lips to kiss them. "You're still gorgeous." He dipped his other hand in the water. "It's getting a tad cold."
"I'll help her out," Cass said quickly, elbowing Boner out of the way.
"Steady, young Titmus," Boner said. "We can both help her."
"Me too," Archer said from over near the towel rack. He grabbed a towel and started to hurry forward.
I held up my hands, wrinkled palms out. "I can get myself out of a bath."
I gave them a look to remind them if I could get out of an industrial vat, a bath was nothing. For a moment I thought they'd all step back and give me space to climb out of the water.
I should have known better.
Boner reached in between my feet and pulled out the plug.
Cass wrapped a hand around my wrist and eased me up.
Archer stepped over to wrap the towel around me.
"See, nothing to it," Boner said lightly.
I smirked at him, but let Cass help me the rest of the way out of the bath.
After all, I didn't want to slip on the floor and crack my skull open. That would be very anticlimactic. At least it would be easy for them to clean my blood off the tiles. If I was going to die, I might as well be considerate about it.
"You smell good," Cass said, pulling me away far enough so he could be the one to towel me dry.
"Are you going to fight over me all day?" I asked.
"When you say 'all day,' do you mean just today?" Boner gave me a sideways look, his bun flopping to the side before he adjusted it. "Because I wasn't planning on stopping, personally."
"Me either," Cass said with the same enthusiasm.
"Same," Archer said simply. "I don't know what the statistics are about men spoiling their women. I'm going to guess it's not high enough."
"You're going to make up for that? The three of you?" I teased. If they planned to raise the average as a whole, this was a good start.
"That's exactly what we're going to do," Boner agreed. He slid another towel off the rack before stepping over to dry my hair.
All I could do was stand still and let them dry me, although I felt like a Barbie doll. If they made Chef Stabby Barbies, that was. Why shouldn't they? Barbie had every other career under the sun. Why not vigilante serial killer?
Okay, it wasn't child-friendly, but still, there was a gap in the market. Not one I had any intention of either filling or suggesting to Mattel that they fill.
I doubted they'd even consider the request anyway.
Which is probably just as well. Did we really want a generation of children growing up as aspiring serial killers?
My guys and I were cool, but there were enough of us as it was.
Girls should aspire to better things, like becoming an astronaut. Or a teacher. Or a hockey coach.
Cass dried the top of my feet and tossed the towel in the corner. When he rose from a crouch, his eyes were dark. The front of his pants tended. He slid his knuckle down my cheek, his fingers trembling, with barely contained need.
"Now she's clean, it's time to make her nice and dirty," Boner said. He finished drying my hair and tossed the second towel down with the first.
Cass and Archer each took one of my hands in theirs and led me out of the bathroom.
They took me back to the bedroom where the sheets and blankets on the bed had all been changed. The pillow sat propped up with a chop mark in the centre, like an interior designer had dropped in to stage the place.
"Couldn't have you sleeping on sheets that weren't clean," Archer said.
"Nice," Boner said approvingly.
He was right, this was a nice touch. There was nothing quite like freshly cleaned sheets.
"You're so thoughtful. Thank you." I kissed his stubbled cheek.
"You know they're going to have to be changed again when we're done with her, right?" Boner said, placing a hand on my collarbone and pressing me back gently towards the bed.
Archer shrugged. "Worth it."
The back of my knees hit the bed. I sat down with a thump. Almost startled to find myself staring up at all three of them. They were all so different. Each attractive in their own way. All of their gazes held need and love.
A girl could definitely get used to this.
"Open your legs," Cass said. He knelt down in front of me and waited for me to do what he told me. "Wider. Show us your pussy."
My feet on the floor, I opened my knees as wide as I could. I leaned back on my hands, so they could all get a good look.
"Fucking beautiful," Boner whispered. "The most beautiful pussy I ever saw."
"I second that." Cass leaned in to press a kiss to my clit. "So gorgeous. So ours." He nibbled on my clit, then slid his tongue all the way up and down my seam, tasting me and making me hot as hell.
All of these men were experts at giving me a lady boner. I was here for it every time.
Archer sat down on one side of me and turned my face to his so he could kiss my lips. His tongue slid all around them and then inside my mouth. I opened eagerly for him, sucking like it was his cock.
The mattress dipped as Boner sat on the other side and let his hands wander over my breasts, tweaking my nipples and making them hard. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger until I was almost ready to scream with how good it felt.
"Come for us," Boner whispered. "There's a good girl."
I arched my back and came against Cass' mouth, rolling my hips and grinding myself against him with everything I had. Every lick and suck made the bliss even more blissful.
"Good girl," Boner soothed. "Such a good girl."
His words were such a contrast to Jules' dirty talk, but I loved both. These men and their likes and needs were different. I wanted to experience everything with them. To understand all their fantasies. Then live them out, one by one.
When I finally floated back to Earth, Cass pulled his mouth off me.
"Move all the way up the bed," he told me. "Put your hands over your head."
My eyes on him, I did what he told me.
Archer and Boner both followed me up the bed, shedding their clothes as they went.
I lay with my head on my pillow, arms above me while Cass grabbed a length of rope from the table beside the bed. He must have left it there just for this. They really thought out all of this, hadn't they?
Careful not to hurt me. He bound my wrists and tied them to the bedhead.
"You look good that way," Boner said, admiring me like I was an exhibit in his gallery.
"You can't immortalize me in resin," I teased, as if he'd ever do that.
He snapped his fingers. "Bummer. I'll have to rely on my memory instead. Lucky for me, it's pretty good." He tapped to the side of his head.
"Shhh," Cass ordered. He looked at me for a moment, then reached into the drawer and pulled out a ball gag.
"Are you going to put that on her? I have plans for her mouth," Boner protested.
Cass gave him a smile before stepping around behind him and pushing the ball into Boner's mouth instead. Boner's eyes widened while Cass did up the gag at the back of his head.
"If only Jules could see you now," I said. He'd love to witness Boner unable to talk coherently.
I hoped Jules was okay out there. I hated the idea of any of us by themselves. I knew he had work to do. We would have had to tie him up to stop him from leaving, which I'd be here for, to be honest.
He'd hate all of us if we did it.
A tiny part in the back of my mind wondered if he was the reason I didn't want to tell them about Zeus. If that was the case, though, I would have opened up to these three right now, wouldn't I?
Boner said something incoherent, exaggerating how muffled the gagged words were. His eyes shined. Yeah, he was having way too much fun with this. I loved that for him. Of course, if he didn't want Cass to gag him, he would have said no.
"Maybe we should immortalize Boner in resin like that," I joked. I wouldn't do that either. I loved him too much.
Boner wagged his finger at me, pretending to scold me, but his eyes were alight the whole time. He knelt beside me, his cock in his hand. He stroked it a few times before running it around the side of my face, leaving pre-cum on my cheek.
Cass positioned himself between my knees. His cock teasing my pussy the way Boner was teasing my face. Spreading his pre-cum and my arousal, letting our juices mingle.
Archer sat on the other side of us, his hand wrapped around his cock as well, slowly teasing himself, thickening his already angry, veiny erection.
"Open your mouth for Boner," Cass ordered.
I did as he told me to, opening wide and letting Boner push himself all the way into my mouth. The thick head of his pierced cock tapped the back of my throat. I tasted the metal, but mostly I tasted him. His salty flavor tickled my tongue.
As he seated himself all the way in my mouth, Cass pressed himself into me. He hooked his arms under my knees and pulled them over his shoulders, opening me wider for him.
Archer moved up a few inches closer to my head. I couldn't see what he was doing. Didn't know what he intended until he was sliding his cock between my bound wrists, just below the rope.
I pressed them together, trying to grip him with my wrists.
He groaned.
Boner muttered something that sounded like, "I think he likes that," but I couldn't quite tell. He certainly seemed to, though.
All three of them thrust. Archer moving slowest of all. The skin of his cock slid up and down my wrists. I'd never felt anything like it before. Hearing his moans, knowing he was enjoying the sensation, the friction, drove me closer to another orgasm.
I tipped over the edge again, blood rushing through my ears like thunder, drowning out everything but my own muffled cries, and those of Boner and Cass. They came, spilling themselves inside me, filling up my pussy and my mouth.
When Cass pulled out of me, Archer took his place, thrusting into me a couple of times before he was coming, adding more of his release to Cass'.
Boner slid his cock out of my mouth, letting me catch my breath as my second orgasm began to fade.
"So beautiful," Cass whispered, tracing his finger around my stomach as though he was writing something there. I picked my head up and watched. The letters L, O, V and E. Followed by Y, O and U.
"I love you too," I whispered. "I love all of you."
Boner slipped the gag off his head and grinned. "Those were the first of many for the day. Time to get you washed up again, and put on a good rom-com."
He tossed the gag aside and untied my arms, wrists, helped me off the bed and guided me into the living area.