18. Late-Night Snacks
Chapter 18
Late-Night Snacks
Tessa
I flopped onto my hotel bed, now wearing my oversized “Baking Puns Are How I Roll” t-shirt and fuzzy socks with little cupcakes on them. Very sexy. Much adult. Peak sophistication right here, folks.
Me: I think I just propositioned three men for group activities while discussing professional boundaries. Professional boundaries seem to be the group motto that is code for “we’re not going to be professional at all.”
Ava: *party popper emoji* Details. Now. All of them.
Me: I’m hiding in my room overthinking everything because that’s what responsible adults do.
Ava: GIRL. You have three hot men who want you, and you’re sitting alone in your room?
Me: I’m processing!
Ava: The only thing you should be processing is which one you want in which hole. Live your best life!
Me: Ava!
Ava: *three eggplant emojis*
I was typing out a response about how emoji eggplants were not helping my anxiety—and honestly, who even decided eggplants were the universal symbol for dicks?—when three sharp knocks made me jump so high I nearly threw my phone across the room.
“Just a minute!” I scrambled off the bed, trying to smooth down my hair, which probably looked like I’d been experimenting with static electricity or lost a fight with a balloon.
When I looked out the peephole, Archer stood there, running his hand through his hair. I opened the door and nearly swallowed my tongue. He looked decidedly un-Archer-like. His tie was gone, shirt sleeves rolled up to expose muscular forearms, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. He looked deliberately casual in a way that made my brain glitch.
I swallowed hard. “Hi?” Real smooth, Tessa.
“I need to discuss something with you.” He strode past me into the room, then turned abruptly. “It’s about the employee handbook.”
I blinked. “At eleven at night?” Because obviously, that’s when all the best employee handbook discussions happened.
“Yes.” He ran a hand through his hair again, messing it up in a way that was entirely unfair to my ability to focus. “And boundaries. We didn’t discuss those.”
“Uh-huh.” I shut the door and crossed my arms, trying not to smile at how adorably flustered he looked. “And this couldn’t wait until morning?”
“No. Also, I’ve been researching workplace romance legal precedents.” He pulled out his phone, scrolling frantically like it held the secrets of the universe. “There are several cases that?—”
“You googled workplace romance laws?”
His cheeks flushed slightly. “I also need to discuss liability concerns.”
“Again, I’ll ask… at eleven PM?”
“It’s...” He grabbed at his collar like it was choking him despite being undone. The usually composed Archer Blackwell was unraveling before my eyes, and it was possibly the most endearing thing I’d ever seen. “It’s a very urgent liability issue.”
“Of course.” I bit my lip to keep from laughing. “And what exactly is this urgent liability?”
“The... sharing arrangements we discussed.” His voice cracked slightly on “sharing.” “There are logistics to consider. Important logistics. That can’t wait until morning.”
I stepped closer, enjoying how his composure seemed to crumble with each inch. “These logistics wouldn’t happen to involve what I was suggesting on the boat, would they?”
“That’s...” He swallowed hard, his eyes dropping to my lips. “That’s one of the matters requiring immediate attention.”
“Immediate, huh?” I reached up and undid another button on his shirt, marveling at how this perfectly put-together man was coming undone. “Tell me more about these urgent liability concerns, counselor.”
“I...” His breathing changed as my fingers traced his collarbone. “I had a whole list of reasons prepared.”
“And they’re all terrible, aren’t they?”
“God, yes.” And then his mouth was on mine, and I was pretty sure workplace liability was the furthest thing from either of our minds.
Archer backed me against the door, my fingers tangling in his hair as our kiss deepened. His hands slid under my t-shirt, tracing the curve of my waist before moving higher, his thumbs brushing against the underside of my breasts. I gasped into his mouth, my body arching into his touch.
“I can’t stop thinking about last night,” I murmured against his lips. “About the way you felt... the way you tasted.” Heat blossomed on my cheeks, but I pressed on, emboldened by the desire in his eyes. “I can’t get the feel of you off my skin, Archer.”
He groaned, his hands cupping my breasts fully now, his fingers teasing my nipples. “You’re driving me crazy.” His voice was low, almost growling.
He pressed against me, and I rocked my hips, eliciting a low moan from deep within him. His hands left my breasts, sliding down to grip my ass, pulling me closer to him. Our kisses became more urgent, more desperate, as if we were trying to consume each other.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. We froze, and Archer looked at me, his eyes dark with desire and frustration. “Expecting someone?”
I shook my head, still trying to catch my breath. “No, but I wasn’t expecting you to show up either.”
The knock came again, more insistent this time. Archer reluctantly released me, and I straightened my shirt, trying to compose myself before answering the door. When I opened it, Liam stood there, holding a tub of ice cream and wearing a grin.
“Room service.” He stepped into the room without waiting for an invitation. His gaze flicked between Archer and me, taking in our disheveled state, and his grin widened. “Am I interrupting something?”
Archer scowled, adjusting his shirt. “What are you doing here, Liam?”
Liam held up the ice cream. “Evan sent me. He thought Tessa might need a late-night snack.” He winked at me, and I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.
“Evan sent you with ice cream?” I took the tub from him and placed it on the nearby table. “At this time of night?”
Liam shrugged. “He saw Archer get on the elevator, and he thought it would be... entertaining.” His eyes gleamed with amusement and something darker, something that made my stomach flutter with anticipation. Was Evan about to show up too?
Archer crossed his arms, his expression stern. “Well, you’ve delivered your package. You can leave now.”
Liam ignored him, his gaze locked onto mine. “Or I could stay.”
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked at Archer, then at Liam, my mind racing with possibilities.
Archer’s expression softened, and he stepped closer, his hand cupping my cheek. “What do you want, Tessa?” he asked softly.
“I want both of you.” My voice was surprisingly steady despite what was happening.
A slow smile spread across Archer’s face, and he leaned in to kiss me, his lips gentle but firm. Behind me, Liam pressed against my back, his hands sliding around my waist, his mouth finding the sensitive spot on my neck. I moaned softly, my body melting into their touch.
Archer broke the kiss, his eyes dark with desire. “You want us, Tessa?” he murmured against my lips. “Then you’ll have us, but we do this my way.”
A shiver ran down my spine, and I nodded. “Yes.”
Archer’s smile turned predatory, and he stepped back, his gaze sweeping over me and Liam. “Strip,” he ordered, his voice leaving no room for argument.
Liam and I exchanged a glance, then began to undress. I pulled my shirt over my head and shimmied out of my panties. Behind me, I heard Liam’s clothes hitting the floor, and I turned to face him, my breath catching at the sight of his naked body.
Archer watched us, his eyes hooded, his expression unreadable. When we were both naked, he stepped closer, his hand reaching out to trace a line between my breasts and down to my stomach before he cupped me between the legs.
“Get on the bed and sit on his face.” His voice was barely more than a growl, and my clit tingled with anticipation.
I stared at Archer, my brain short-circuiting for a solid three seconds before his words fully registered. Sit on his face. My cheeks burned hotter than a preheated oven, and I could feel Liam’s gaze on me, heavy and expectant. My body, however, seemed to have no problem understanding the assignment because a rush of heat pooled low in my belly, and my thighs clenched involuntarily.
“Uh…” I stammered, my voice cracking like a poorly baked soufflé. “You want me to… on his…?” I gestured vaguely toward Liam, who was already lying back on the bed, his hands behind his head, looking entirely too smug for someone who was about to have a face full of me.
Archer’s lips curved, and he stepped closer, his fingers brushing against my hip. “Yes, Tessa. On his face. Unless you’d rather not?” His tone was teasing, but there was an edge to it, a challenge that made my stomach flip.
“No… yes, I mean…” I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart. “I’m processing. I’ve never… oh, geez.”
Liam chuckled, and he reached out to grab my wrist, tugging me toward him. “Come on, Tess. Don’t overthink it. Just sit.”
“Easy for you to say.” I let him guide me onto the bed, my knees sinking into the soft mattress. I hesitated for a moment, hovering over him, my hands braced on either side of his head.
I glanced at Archer, who was standing at the foot of the bed, his arms crossed over his chest, watching us with an intensity that made my skin prickle. His expression was unreadable, but the way his eyes raked over me left no doubt that he was enjoying the show.
I lowered myself onto Liam’s face, and the moment my thighs brushed against his cheeks, his hands came up to grip my hips.
“Relax.” Liam’s voice was muffled but still clear enough to send a jolt of electricity straight to my core. “I’ve got you.”
I nodded, though I wasn’t sure he could see me. His tongue flicked against me, and my hands flew to the headboard for support. “Oh my God.”
“That’s it.” Archer moved to the side of the bed. “Let him taste you.”
I moaned, my head falling back as Liam’s tongue delved deeper, exploring me with a skill that left me breathless. His hands tightened on my hips, urging me to move, and I rocked against him, my body taking over where my brain had failed. The sensations were overwhelming, and I got wetter with every stroke of his tongue.
Archer put a knee on the bed, his hand trailing down my side, and goosebumps erupted across my skin. “You look so good like this. Riding his face and taking what you need.”
I whimpered, my hips moving faster, my body chasing the pleasure that was building inside me. Liam’s tongue was relentless, and the tension inside me coiled tighter and tighter. “Liam, oh God, don’t stop.”
He didn’t. If anything, he doubled down, his tongue working me with a precision that had me seeing stars. My thighs trembled, and my orgasm built, threatening to pull me under.
I was lost in the sensation of Liam’s tongue, the way he devoured me like I was the most decadent dessert he’d ever tasted. My hips moved on their own, grinding against his face, and I was so close to the edge I could practically taste it. But then Archer shifted behind me, his hand brushing against my lower back, and I froze for a split second.
“Relax,” Archer murmured, his voice low and soothing, as if he sensed my hesitation. His hands were warm, his touch deliberate, and I shivered as he trailed his fingers down my back. “Focus on what feels good.”
Easier said than done. My mind was a chaotic whirl of oh my God, is this really happening and please don’t let me do something embarrassing, like fall off the bed. But then Archer’s fingers slid between my thighs, teasing me for a moment before slipping inside me, and all coherent thought fled my brain.
“Oh!” My body arched as he worked his fingers in and out of me. The dual sensation of Liam’s tongue and Archer’s fingers was overwhelming, and I gripped the headboard so hard my knuckles turned white.
“Good?” Archer kissed the sensitive spot below my ear.
“Yes,” I managed to choke out, though it came out more like a whimper. “So good.”
His lips trailed down my shoulder, and then his fingers stilled for a moment before they withdrew. I almost protested, but his fingers circled a place that made me tense all over again.
“Arch—” I started, my voice shaking.
“Shh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my skin. “Trust me.”
I wanted to. I really did. But my brain was doing that thing where it freaked out about everything, like What if I’m not ready? What if it hurts? What if I accidentally fart and ruin this whole thing?
Archer’s fingers pressed gently but firmly, and I gasped, my body instinctively pulling away. “Hey. Look at me.”
I turned my head and met his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense, but there was a softness there too, something that made my chest ache. “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop,” his tone leaving no room for doubt. “But I’m going to go slow. Tell me if it’s too much.”
I swallowed hard. “Okay,” I whispered.
He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine, and he pressed gently but insistently. I tensed, but his touch was steady and patient. Slowly, I forced myself to relax, focusing on the sensation of Liam’s tongue, the way his hands gripped my hips, grounding me.
“That’s it,” Archer murmured, his voice like velvet. “Breathe.”
I did, and the pressure eased, his finger sliding inside my ass. It wasn’t what I expected. It was… more. Intense but not painful, and I let out a shaky moan as he started to move.
“Oh my God.” My head fell forward, my body trembling. The combination of sensations was too much, and yet not enough, and I rocked my hips, desperate for more.
“You’re doing so good,” Archer said, his voice low and rough with desire. “So beautiful like this.”
I whimpered as he added a second finger, stretching me slowly. I was so close, and then Liam’s tongue hit the right spot, and I shattered. I cried out, my body arching, every nerve ending on fire.
My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, pulling me under as I gripped the headboard like it was the only thing keeping me from floating away. My thighs shook, my entire body trembling as pleasure ripped through me.
“You look good with my fingers in you.” Archer slowly removed his fingers, leaving me empty and wanting more. “But I think you’re going to look even better with my cock.”
I flopped onto the bed beside Liam, panting as Archer disappeared into the bathroom.
“You okay?” Liam rolled onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow and pushing wayward strands of hair behind my ear.
“I’m perfect.” I leaned into his touch, shutting my eyes. “A little nervous.”
“We can stop. Say the word.” He kissed along my neck, his fingers brushing over my nipples. “Do you think you can handle both of our cocks buried inside you?”
My body responded instantly, my thighs clenching in anticipation. “Yes.”
The moment Archer returned from the bathroom, I knew I was in trouble. He tossed a few condoms onto the bed like he was flaunting his intentions—which, let’s be honest, he was. His dark eyes locked on mine. This man was a predator, and I was absolutely his prey.
How was I supposed to survive this?
Archer climbed onto the mattress, his movements deliberate, like he was savoring every second of this. Liam shifted beside me, his hand sliding down my side, his touch grounding me even as my mind spun with anticipation.
“You ready for this, Tess?” Liam sucked a nipple into his mouth, his hand pinching the other.
Archer’s lips curved into a wicked smile, and he leaned down to kiss me, his tongue sliding against mine in a way that made my toes curl. His hand slid between my thighs. “She’s ready. Aren’t you, sweetheart?”
The term of endearment did something to me, and I clenched around nothing, my body arching into his touch. “Yes, please.”
Archer pulled back, his eyes dark with hunger, and he reached for the condoms, tossing one to Liam. I watched as he rolled it onto his cock, and my stomach flipped at the thought of how his piercings would feel.
Liam lay on his back, his cock standing tall and proud, waiting for me. I straddled him, my thighs trembling slightly as I lowered myself onto him, feeling every inch of him as he filled me.
I gasped, my hands bracing against Liam’s chest. His hands came up to cup my breasts, his thumbs brushing against my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
Archer positioned himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips firmly. He pressed the head of his cock against my ass, and I tensed, my body uncertain about this new sensation. “Relax. I’ve got you.”
I inhaled and exhaled slowly, forcing my muscles to relax, and Archer began to push inside me. The sensation was intense; the stretch was almost too much, but I focused on the feeling of Liam’s cock inside me and on the way Archer’s hands gripped my hips.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Archer groaned, his hips pressing against my ass as he fully seated himself inside me.
I whimpered, my body trembling with the intensity of it all. I’d never been so full, so completely consumed by pleasure. His piercings added a new layer of sensation.
Liam’s hips bucked. “I can feel his piercings. Fuck, that’s hot.”
Archer chuckled. “You like that, Tessa? You like feeling both of us inside you?”
“Yes,” I managed to choke out. “Fuck, yes.”
Archer began to move, his hips pulling back and then pushing forward, each thrust sending pleasure crashing through me. Liam matched his rhythm, their cocks moving in sync.
I was lost in the sensation, my body on fire with pleasure. I never knew sex could feel like this.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Archer’s lips brushed against my ear. “Taking both of our cocks, so full, so perfect.”
I moaned, my head falling back onto his shoulder. His lips found my neck, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin, and I shuddered, my body clamping down on both of them.
“Fuck, Tessa.” Liam’s hips bucked up into me harder. “You’re so tight, so wet. I can’t... I can’t hold on much longer.”
Archer’s thrusts became more urgent and unruly. “You feel too good, sweetheart. Too fucking good.”
I was right there with them, my body winding up tighter and tighter, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level.
“Come all over our cocks. Show us how much you love this.” Archer’s words were the final push I needed, and I cried out, my body convulsing as my orgasm ripped through me.
Liam and Archer followed me over the edge, their cocks pulsing inside me as they found their own releases.
We stayed like that for a few moments, then Archer slowly pulled out of me, his hands gentle as he helped me off of Liam. I collapsed onto the bed, my body sated.
I opened my mouth to speak but was unable to find the words to describe what I was feeling. Amazing? Incredible? Life-changing? None of them seemed adequate.
Archer leaned down to press a soft kiss to my lips. “I know.” His voice was unusually gentle.
Liam disappeared into the bathroom, returning a moment later with a warm cloth. He cleaned me gently, his touch soft and caring, and I felt a wave of affection wash over me. This was more than sex; it was intimacy, connection, and something deeper than anything I’d ever experienced.
Once I was clean, Liam tossed the cloth aside and climbed into bed beside me, pulling me into his arms. Archer joined us, his body pressing against my back, his arm draped over my waist.
I let out a soft sigh, my eyes fluttering closed as exhaustion washed over me. My mind was in a deliciously hazy post-orgasmic state where even forming coherent thoughts seemed like too much effort. But there was one thought I couldn’t help but have as I drifted off to sleep: What did this mean?