Chapter 17
Archer
Icould think of far worse ways to spend a Friday evening than 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.
“Stunning,” I murmur as my cock aches in my pants.
When their kiss ends, her hips don’t quit their motion. Biting her lip with lust in her eyes, she looks at each of us. “Now, let me watch you kiss him.”
A growling sound escapes my throat as I reach for Julian. “Yes, Chef.” Hooking a hand around his neck, I drag his mouth to mine. His lips are so soft and pliable, I could kiss him forever. And I don’t fight for dominance—I let him have it.
And fuck, is it hot.
His subtle sense of control. His fiery sweet cruelness when he bites my lips only to lick them after.
Freya’s hips pick up speed, and seeing how turned on she is only turns me on more. Reaching for Julian’s shirt, I pop a few buttons and pinch his nipple between my fingers, making him purr into my mouth.
But then Freya slowly slides off my lap and onto the floor, my lips still against Julian’s in amazement. It would seem that I’m not the only one thinking about her mouth on my dick.
Tilting my hips upward, I let out a groan as Freya undoes my pants.
“Is this okay?” she asks with that shy twinkle in her eye.
“Fuck yes, Chef,” I reply. Pulling away from Julian’s mouth, I bury my hand in her long hair, gathering it at the nape of her neck so I can watch as she tugs down the zipper.
Julian’s lips find that spot right beneath my ear while Freya timidly tugs down the elastic of my briefs.
When her eyes find my raging erection, her lips part and she stills.
I’m about to remind her that she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to when she reaches forward eagerly and wraps her hand around my cock. The sensation sends waves of pleasure down my spine.
Julian yanks up the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head as Freya leans forward and gently kisses the head of my dick.
It has me wondering: Is this heaven? Did I die in last night’s fight and this is where I’m destined to spend eternity? Because I would not complain about that.
“Oh fuck, Chef. Do that again.”
With a grin, she gives the underside of the mushroom tip another soft, wet kiss. I tremble against the cushions, unsure of how experienced Freya is with blow jobs. Then, with a feverish look in her eyes, she sticks out her tongue and lets my cock disappear into her mouth.
Definitely dead.
Draped across her burgundy couch, I let my head hang back as Julian’s lips travel down my chest, his teeth nibbling on the sensitive bud of my nipple as Freya engulfs my shaft in the warm, wet heat of her mouth. I groan loudly, crying up to the ceiling in euphoric bliss.
“Holy fuck.”
After a few minutes of slow, beautiful agony by their mouths, I realize I’m hogging all the pleasure. Pulling Julian’s mouth to mine, I reach for his cock and find it hard and fighting against the zipper of his pants.
“Hey, Chef,” I murmur to Freya against Julian’s lips. “Lemme see that pretty mouth on fancy pants.”
Julian smiles into the kiss. His hand moves up to my throat, squeezing it hard as he mutters, “Will you please stop calling me that?”
Reaching out to bite his lower lip with a grin, I reply, “No.”
Freya leaves my cock soaked and throbbing, so I reach down to stroke it lazily.
Leaning back on the couch, Julian keeps his viperous gaze on her as she unzips his pants to find his cock.
With no underwear, of course. He already came in those once tonight, so I assume they’re stuffed in the trash.
Too bad. I would have liked to keep them.
Watching her suck him down is almost as hot as feeling it myself.
And his moans are delectable. Normally so cool and composed, it’s a delight to watch Julian slowly fall to pieces.
With his head back on the couch and his shirt open to reveal his pale chest heaving with each laborious breath, he’s like a Renaissance painting.
A real fucking work of art. The most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.
With a need to touch him, taste him, devour him, I reach over and run my hand down his perfect chest. I lick a line along his chiseled cheekbone and then nibble my way across his sculpted jawline.
When my lips reach his mouth, I devour each of his whimpers and moans while Freya works his length with her mouth.
I could stay like this forever.
When Freya moves back to my cock, keeping her hand on Julian’s to stroke him, I lick my bottom lip and watch her with an enraptured expression.
“Look at you, beautiful. You like working two dicks at once?”
She pulls her lips from my shaft and gives me a filthy smile. “Yes.”
“You keep it up and I’ll be coming in no time. Want me to give you a warning?”
She licks a long line up the length of my shaft before replying, “I’ve never swallowed before.”
“That’s okay, beautiful,” I reply, but before I can offer another solution, Julian cuts in.
“Let me take it.”
Suddenly, he’s on the floor, kneeling next to Freya.
She gives him a soft smile before kissing his lips.
I can’t even fully fathom what’s happening when both of their mouths find their way to my shaft, one on each side, running their lips along the veiny exterior, making my eyes roll and my toes curl.
What the fuck did I do to deserve this? What has this street-fighting, good-for-nothing heir done in his life to get to this moment?
This isn’t some seedy hostel or the set of an amateur porno.
This is Freya’s apartment. This is a date with two people who I really fucking like, and somehow, I’m staring down at them both with their mouths slathering up my cock.
None of this is real. And if by some merciful grace of God it is, then I can’t fuck this up. I can’t let them see what a mess I really am. I’ll be good for the rest of my life if it means I can keep this.
My balls begin to tighten, and my breathing grows shallow. Julian senses it before Freya, wrapping his lips around me and pulling all the way to the back of his throat until I feel it constricting around the head.
“Oh fuck!” I shout as my hips levitate off the couch. Holding the back of his head, I surrender to the sensation, and before long, it all explodes inside me. I’m helpless against it. My body seizes. My voice escapes in a raspy grunting moan.
And I open my eyes just in time to see Julian swallowing down my cum. Strands of his nearly white hair hang over his forehead, and his eyes are closed in sensual bliss.
He fucking loves this.
This quiet, broody, rich guy with a hard shell and intimacy issues secretly loves swallowing loads. Why the hell does that turn me on so much?
Once my body is spent, Julian sits upright, wiping his lower lip and chin. And just when I think it’s all over, he looks at Freya and opens his mouth, revealing the last drops of my release on his tongue.
My jaw drops, pride swelling in my chest at the sight. The thought of my seed filling his belly, marking him as mine, nearly has me coming again.
Then, as if I couldn’t possibly take another shocker tonight, Freya leans toward him and sticks her tongue in his mouth, kissing him while licking up the last drops of me.
If I’m not dead yet, that surely does me in.
My hands are buried in my hair as I watch them kiss each other wildly, tongues tangling.
When they finally separate, they both look properly lust-drunk.
We’ve all gotten off in some way tonight, and as much as I’d love to keep this going, she did say she wants to take it slow.
“That was…” I stammer, staring at them like there’s not a drop of blood left in my brain. It all went to my dick. “I don’t have a single word for what that was. I think you two just broke me.”
Freya giggles, leaning on Julian, who wraps his arms around her affectionately. “That was incredible,” she murmurs.
“Everything with you two is incredible,” he replies, kissing the top of her head.
“So…would you two like to sleep over? Is that too forward of me to ask?”
“Not at all,” I reply before tucking my cock back into my boxer briefs. “I want to see your room.”
Standing from the couch, I walk into her bedroom. It was so dark last night that I didn’t really get a good look at it. But now I can fully appreciate it for what it is.
It’s so Freya, messy and eclectic. There are old band posters tacked to the wall next to prints of Degas and Goya. Clothes are strewn around, hanging on the backs of chairs and bedposts. A stack of old sneakers fills the corner near her closet, and tucked against the wall is a bed.
“Get in here.” Walking over to the bed, I shed my pants and toss them on the vanity seat before climbing under her covers. It smells like her. And this room feels like her. And I never want to leave.
Julian appears in the doorway next, smiling at the sight of me at home in her bed. I worry for a moment that he’ll hate this idea, but to my surprise, he tears off his shirt. “Scoot over,” he says before climbing over me to lie on my opposite side, his head resting comfortably on my arm.
Freya is fighting an expression of excitement, or maybe it’s humiliation.
“Someone pinch me,” she mumbles with a bashful dimple in her cheeks. “The sight of you two in my bed will be etched into my memory forever.”
“Will you just get the fuck over here?” I bark.
Wrapping her arms around herself, she smiles. “Let me get washed up first.”
After we all use the bathroom, the three of us are lying under the covers, me in the middle with each of them at my sides.
Julian still appears standoffish and guarded, even after everything we’ve been through.
I notice the way he’s a touch farther away than Freya, who is nestled intimately against my side.
The room is dark, and the sound of the city streets outside the window creates a gentle background noise. The small radiator under the window kicks on from time to time, hissing and squealing as it warms the room.
“I was thinking,” I say. “We should go tour some restaurants soon.”
Even in the moonlight, I can see Freya light up. “Really?”
Julian lifts onto his elbow, resting his head on his hand. “I can call my real estate agent. He could probably set us up with some places tomorrow. He’s quick.”
“Tomorrow?” she squeals. “Wait, wait, wait. I need some time to let this reality sink in. It’s moving too fast.”
“Too bad, Chef,” I reply, pressing my lips to her forehead. “The sex we’ll take slow, but your dream restaurant? Not a chance.”
“Do you want a restaurant or not?” Julian asks plainly.
Freya inhales loudly before letting out a surrendering sigh. “I want it.”
“Then we should go look at some options. We don’t have to pick anything right away, but looking at them will make it feel more real.” He’s being very pragmatic, which is probably a good thing, since I rarely am. If I had my way, I’d go buy one sight unseen just to surprise her with it.
Her arm wraps around my waist and squeezes me tighter.
When the room settles in silence, I think we all feel the tension radiating off her.
She’s nervous, and I know why. She’s taking a lot of money from two men she barely knows.
Even if it is an investment, even if she does plan to pay it back, jumping into bed and business with us has her feeling nervous.
Is it wrong of us to dangle her dreams in front of her face? Are we forcing her into this relationship?
“Freya,” I whisper, using her name instead of the usual Chef. “You know we want nothing in return for this, right?”
“I’m paying you back,” she argues with dominance in her tone.
“Yes, of course,” I reply with a shake of my head.
“I mean…I hope you know we’re not giving you this money just to…
This date was amazing and that blow job on the couch otherworldly, and watching you two in the kitchen…
” I blow out a breath. “I don’t want you thinking that we’re using the money to…
you know.” I’m rambling and completely fucking this up.
Maybe it’s because I grew up in a world with a lot of very rich men, and I watched the influence that money had on the opposite sex and sometimes the same sex. I swore that I would never end up like those guys. Those…creeps.
Which I guess is why I’ve never been one to flaunt my wealth. When I fall for someone, I want them to want me for me.
Freya moves up to her elbow, staring down at me with a gentle lift to the corner of her mouth.
The moon shines through the window, catching on dark brown irises.
Her thick, dark eyelashes flutter as she smiles.
Her hand cradles my face as she says, “It’s actually really sweet of you to even say that. ”
“It’s true.”
Leaning down, she presses a quick kiss on my lips. “I know it is.”