He kissed her nape. “Easy, darling. Just let go.” One hand spread across her rib cage and then stroked down her stomach until it reached the inferno between her legs. At the same time, Warren caressed her earlobes with his fingertips before stroking down her neck. Goose bumps spread across her body, followed by tingles that encompassed every cell.
Archer collected her skirts until he could get his hand beneath them. Sarah promised herself she’d only wear one petticoat tomorrow. He caressed her shin, the back of her knee and finally curved his hand around the inside of her thigh.
Tomorrow she’d go without underwear. Sarah hated the stupid cotton that stood between her and his touch. Now she’d given herself permission, she wanted to feel everything.
Warren undid the buttons of her blouse and opened the halves to the hot studio air. Her nipples hardened. She held her breath, waiting for his caress. She dragged her lids open, only now realizing she’d closed them. Warren’s eyes glittered with the same need steamrolling through her. He lowered his head until his breath brushed her peaks through the cotton of her chemise. He looked up at her, pausing just before his goal.
In the end she couldn’t stand it. Sarah grabbed his head and pulled it against her chest.
Warren chuckled and circled a tip with his tongue before sucking on it. At the exact same time Archer rubbed his finger over her wet opening. She groaned. He continued to caress her, getting his finger thoroughly wet. Then he circled her clitoris.
She screamed.
That set them off. Archer teased and tortured her quim, fondling the sensitive lips with light caresses and heavier touches. At the same time Warren pushed down her chemise and sucked on her nipples. The one he didn’t tantalize with his lips and tongue he tormented with his fingers.
Their combined assault drove her pleasure higher and higher. Sparks raced through her and heaviness gathered between her legs. It grew and grew, making her simultaneously want to run away and toward it. In the end they left her no choice, but launched her over the edge into the vortex of nearly unbearable pleasure.
Sarah had no breath left to scream again. All that came out was a guttural groan. Her knees gave out and the three of them sank to the floor. She slumped against Archer, her legs across Warren’s lap.
Little shocks of pleasure continued to make her shiver and it took all her concentration to breathe. Slowly she climbed out of the whirlpool of sensations and became aware of her surroundings.
Archer stroked one broad palm up and down her back. Warren had peeled off her stockings and caressed her calves.
Their touch helped to ground her in reality again. Sarah loved the pleasure, the volatile explosion they’d shown her twice now. But the quiet moments after and their gentle care filled her heart even more. For once she had nothing more to worry about but taking her next breath. Everything else was secondary.
She snuggled closer into Archer’s arms and held one hand out to Warren, not wanting him to be so far away. He shifted, but while he did his rock-hard member brushed against her.
He hissed and stiffened.
Sarah sat up. “Are you all right?”
He chuckled and gently resettled her legs. “I’m more than all right, I am fabulous.” He kissed her hand. “There is nothing more breath-stealing than taking you into pleasure.”
“But what about you two?”
He frowned and looked over her shoulder at Archer. “What about us?”
She growled. “Don’t treat me like an idiot. If I grow aroused and you enjoy my rapture I have to assume your need grows as well.” She gestured between the two of them. “This feels somewhat one-sided.” She scrambled to her knees, her hopelessly creased skirts pooling around her. “I want to give you pleasure, same as you gave me.”
Her two men straightened. “You don’t have to,” Archer said. “We’re here for you.”
Sarah tilted her chin. “Don’t be such ninnies. The books all say that touch goes both ways. If you feel anything like I did after that very first session you have to be desperate for release.”
“Books?” Archer asked.
“After the first session.” Warren wondered.
She waved them off. Her curiosity catapulted her past her apprehension. They’d seen her naked. Now she wanted to do the same. And touch them.
Sarah tugged off the blouse Warren had already undone and climbed to her feet to step out of her skirts. Left only in her chemise and underpants, ignoring her red face, she knelt before Warren and undid his shirt. “Would you two like a written invitation?” She looked over at Archer. “You have to be boiling in those clothes.”
He studied her for a moment and climbed to his feet, where he unbuttoned his shirt, each move slow and deliberate, giving it a sense of gravity.
She wet her suddenly dry lips.
“He is beautiful, isn’t he?” Warren opened the rest of his shirt. Her fingers had lost all grace. She couldn’t get the stupid buttons undone.
“Yes.”
He chuckled. “Archer is one of my favorite subjects to paint.”
In the back of her mind she wondered how a man as masculine as Warren could describe another as beautiful. A sliver of doubt wiggled through but was pushed aside by the feast before her eyes.
She pushed open the halves of Warren’s shirt and drew them off his shoulders. Sparks shot through her tummy. Warren was just as beautiful as Archer. Taller, leaner, well-proportioned and filled with so much power it dripped from every pore.
With care Sarah settled her palms on his chest, only to flinch at the heat of his skin. She spread her fingers wide, attempting to touch as much as possible at the same time.
His skin was much softer than she had anticipated. She added her second hand and moved across his chest, his shoulders, his upper arms and his waist. He allowed her exploration, but the muscles under her hands grew harder and harder. Still, she couldn’t get enough of him.
“Enjoying yourself?” a dark voice whispered, his breath a teasing touch in itself. She shivered when Archer kissed the spot just below her ear.
Then she stiffened. “Oh my goodness.”
She snatched back her hands and clasped them before her. “I am sorry.” She couldn’t look at them.
Chapter Eight
Warren looked at Archer, but his lover appeared similarly mystified. He took her hands and set them on his chest. Archer massaged her tense shoulders.
Something had pulled her completely out of the moment. She was horrified.
He captured her chin in a firm grip and forced her to look at him. “What happened?”
She took a breath as if to speak, but instead bit her lip.
“Tell us, Sarah.” Archer’s deep voice made Warren shiver. The command was unmistakable.
When she remained silent, her gorgeous eyes filled with storm clouds, Archer growled. “I thought we’d just established that all of us wanted to experience this relationship to its fullest. We can only do so if we’re hon—if we’re open with each other.”
Warren noticed how his friend changed his words. His chest ached. They couldn’t demand honesty when they themselves kept this huge secret.
Sarah frowned and pulled back from Warren’s grip to look at Archer. “Well, if you’re so all-knowing, tell me how this is supposed to work?” Her gaze flicked between the two of them. “Do I give Warren five minutes and then the same to you or do I dedicate myself to one and then the other?” She threw her hands in the air. “Is there a manual somewhere on how to deal with two lovers at the same time? The books didn’t really go into detail.”
She poked both of them with her index finger. “It’s all right for you. You only have me to worry about. I, however, have to juggle both of your feelings.”
Warren couldn’t help himself. He burst out laughing. He laughed even harder when both Archer and Sarah stared at him. He lifted Sarah’s poking finger and kissed it. “I am not laughing at you. I just don’t think either of us had ever thought of that.”
S
he said something under her breath.
“What was that?” Archer asked.
“I enjoy both your company, but I worry if I get pulled in too deep the third ends up feeling neglected.” She shrugged and looked down. “I cannot imagine being with one of you, but not the other.”
Joy and relief spread through Warren.
Archer kissed Sarah’s neck, desire marking every inch of his face, but his eyes were serious. “You don’t have to worry. We want nothing more than for you to sink so deep into our passion you can’t think of anything else.”
Warren nodded. “You’ve shared with us how you feel. This is all we need.” He kissed her. “We understand this won’t be easy, but if we all keep communicating with each other, raising any concerns before they can fester, this relationship will work.”
Sarah frowned, looking between the two of them. He tried to look as encouraging as possible. Her expression smoothed out and she nodded. “Maybe…maybe you should start on the sketches. I’ve—” She waved between Archer and him. “I seem to have broken the mood and my father is expecting me home soon.”
He didn’t quite believe her, but after the roller coaster they’ve been on he didn’t want to push her. “Sweet, you haven’t spoiled anything, but if your time is limited let’s get back to work.”
He picked up her blouse and skirt and carried them to the screen.
She moved to follow, but beeping sounded from outside. Archer walked to the door and opened it to one of their hover-tons. It carried the tea tray on the flat top. Warren enjoyed how her face lit up as she examined the machine. After a couple of minutes of firing questions at Archer, she hurried behind the screen to get undressed.
Warren shook out his arms and struggled to focus as Sarah stepped out from behind the screen in the black robe.
He gritted his teeth and told his dick to relax. It made very little difference.
“Would you like me in the same position as yesterday?” Sarah asked.
“Yes, for now let’s stick to the one with your hands behind your head and your back arched.”
She slipped off the robe and took the position.
Warren sank down, primed his timer and sketched. With some of the issues hanging over their heads like Damocles’ sword cleared up it was much easier for him to slide into the zone. The man knew he would have opportunity to caress and seduce the beauty before him, so he allowed the artist to take control.
The sharp beeping from his wrist and Archer’s call of “Time!” pulled him mostly back to the present. He grabbed a glass of water and paced up and down the closed picture windows. He wanted to paint her in daylight, have the shimmer of the sun on her skin.
They would get there.
Warren allowed himself to remain in his artist world, knowing Archer would take care of Sarah.
He tried hard not to let his brain run away from him. She couldn’t imagine being with one but not the other. Sarah saw them as a package. If only Warren could quash his worry on how it would work for him.
Archer wanted a family and only Sarah could provide that, same as safety from prosecution. If Sarah and Archer married, he, Warren, would be the odd one out even if he remained in the house as they had planned. He would never be able to touch Sarah in public.
When they had children would the kids even know that Warren was their father just as much as Archer? When they’d spoken about these details he’d been so sure they would figure something out. Now the moment had come closer, his stomach churned and his mouth grew dry.
He dragged himself away from his despairing thoughts. They would cross that bridge when they came to it. For now he would treasure his time with Archer and explore the new relationship with Sarah.
“Back to it, please,” he called to them.
Sarah pulled off the robe with no hesitation. Archer stepped back into the shadows.
Warren let himself go, his fingers flying across the page, working hard to capture her essence, her beauty. He struggled to seize the indefinable extra she held deep inside.
He needed more time to deepen his understanding of her, of her wishes and dreams. Every time they released her passion, her je ne sais quoi rose closer to the surface. In time he would be able to put it on canvas.
They went through three more sessions before he called an end. His hands shook, the rush of drawing chasing through him. His cock hadn’t softened since Sarah first dropped her robe. And after focusing all of himself on her there was no chance any of his blood would flow back to his head any time soon. He clenched and unclenched his hands, pacing along the covered windows like a tiger in a cage.
“Warren?” Her sweet voice increased the tension in his body. If he couldn’t touch her, he just wanted her to leave so he could pull out his cock and have Archer suck it.
“Warren!” Her voice increased in volume and dragged him back to the present.
“Yes?”
“Would you please come here?”
He followed her request until he stood before her. She hadn’t tied the robe and the white of her skin shimmered in the soft gaslight. He grappled to hang on to his control. Archer stood slightly behind her watching him with a closed expression. Warren tried to tell him with his eyes to get her out of his studio.
He failed.
Instead she clasped his face between her hands and kissed him. He froze, not expecting her to initiate contact. Then conscious thought vanished and he let the kiss fill his senses. Sarah was a little hesitant, a little tentative, but he didn’t mind. Part of him wanted nothing more than to drag her into his arms and wrench control from her, but somehow he clung to the little shred of common sense he still had and held back. He didn’t want to ruin this moment.
Sarah rubbed her tongue across his lips. He opened his mouth to welcome her. A shiver ran through her as their tongues touched. She followed the outline of his cheek and teased the rim of his ear with her fingertips and finally twined her arms around his neck. He pulled back until he could study her face.
Her pupils had dilated and her lips were swollen. She returned his gaze for a moment before pulling him back down to her lips.
No need to ask me twice.
Archer stepped behind her.
Warren stopped paying attention to his lover as her taste sank into him, filling every corner of his body.
And his heart.
Her sweet scent of honeysuckle surrounded him, separated only by Archer’s sharper smell of machine oil and pine. Warren wanted to roll around in both their scents.
Instead he curled his arms around Sarah, clasped her round bottom and pulled her against his raging dick. He pushed the robe off her shoulders and yanked his shirt off. The silk of her skin rubbed against his naked torso. A groan escaped him as his balls drew up and he nearly came from just the contact.
Every muscle in his body tightened when she touched his hard cock. He tried to capture her hand, but she shook him off. “No, I told you I want to touch you.”
Out of the corner of his eye Warren saw Archer walk to the shelf to pull a small bottle out of one of the boxes before returning to their side.
Then Sarah’s caresses held his focus. She had flattened her hand and rubbed up and down his dick with a touch so soft he barely felt it through the fabric of his trousers. “Harder,” he said, his voice resembling a growl.
She looked up for a second before putting his request into action. Warren’s head dropped back and his lids closed. His hands balled into tight fists.
“Can…can I touch it?”
Please, Lord, give me strength. He nodded and moved as if to open his pants, but once again she slapped his hands away.
With each button she undid, the fire inside him roared higher. Sweat gathered on his nape. “Archer!” His bark made her flinch, but Warren couldn’t help that.
Archer, dressed only in his trousers, stepped beside Sarah and captured her hands. “Right now he is incredibly sensitive. Even the slightest touch is nearly too much. He doesn’t want to come in his
pants and you’re driving him crazy.” He grasped the two sides of Warren’s waistband, the fly half open, and ripped. Buttons flew. Warren groaned as his cock jumped free from the excruciating touch of the fabric.
“Here.” Archer opened the small bottle and poured lubricant into her palm. “You need this to make things easier on you and more comfortable for him.”
Sarah dipped the forefinger of her other hand into the oil and smeared it between finger and thumb, studying it. With bated breath Warren watched her as she stretched her fingers apart and watched the lube stretch as well. Then she shrugged and held her palm out. Archer added more and she rubbed her palms together, thoroughly wetting both her hands.
He swallowed.
“Take him in a firm grip at the base of his cock.”
Warren shivered. Having Archer instruct Sarah in the art of holding his dick was not how he had anticipated the day to go.
“Oh fuck!” He growled when her cool hand grasped his throbbing dick. He wanted to watch her, observe her fascination with her first male member, but he could only feel. His hips jerked and he found himself thrusting into her hand. She allowed it for a moment before wrapping her second hand around the top part of his cock.
“It’s so soft.”
Warren snorted with laughter. “I hate to tell you, sweet, but it doesn’t feel soft from my end.”
She blinked and laughed. “No, your…your penis is very hard, but the skin covering it is so silky. I had not imagined this.”
Archer rested his chin on her shoulder and a hand on her hip. “What were your expectations?”
She shrugged and rubbed her thumb up and down his thick length. “I don’t really know. The books described the manhood, but I couldn’t get a sense of what it would feel like.”
She moved her hand up and down his rod, but she also improvised by pressing her thumb against the underside and intermittently squeezing him.
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