DangerbyDalliance

by Tina Christopher

  “Now,” Archer said.

  He tightened his grip around her wrists until it was close to painful, but it only constricted her insides even further. With his other hand he drew small circles around her bundle of nerves. Warren bit one of her nipples at the exact same moment that Archer tapped her clit.

  The pleasure rolled through her like a giant wave. She screamed. It was as if she were being pulled into numerous directions while at the same time being pressed together.

  It was unbearable and unbelievable. Pleasure so sharp it was on the verge of being painful.

  Her knees buckled.

  Archer released her arms and caught her around the waist. Warren softened his caress, prolonging her pleasure, before releasing her and standing tall. With gentle hands he massaged her shoulders, which had stiffened after being held at an awkward angle.

  Sarah forced her heavy lids open and met Warren’s smiling face. “Was this the help you had in mind?”

  She chuckled and shook her head. “It was even better.”

  Warren kissed her. “Let me just grab a cloth so you can freshen up. Then we can start the session. I will continue with charcoal.”

  Grateful for Archer’s continued support, she only nodded as Warren moved away. She turned and nestled into Archer’s arms. “It just keeps getting better. If it is this good when you deflower me I won’t survive.”

  Archer stiffened. He kissed her forehead. “There are still many, many more avenues to explore before we cross that bridge.”

  A cloud darkened her happiness.

  He didn’t appear too excited by the thought of actually sleeping with her. Uncertainty circled through her. The small and vulnerable part of her deep inside that had loosened under their ministrations, the part that longed for someone to stand at her side, flinched.

  Maybe this was what they did. They introduced women to the pleasure they could give her without growing emotionally attached. Sarah had no idea what Archer and Warren would get from this. Could it be they were voyeurs, more interested in watching each other pleasing her than in actually being involved with her? She desperately tried to push it away, but a section of the cloud remained immovable.

  Sarah attempted to rub away the ache in her chest. She wished for Beatrice, for her friend’s sound head and her father’s books. Those would be helpful right now.

  She could only wait and see. No matter how hard that would be.

  Warren’s whole body ached with unfulfilled need. His hard cock throbbed with each step he took, chafing against the fabric of his trousers. But his mind brimmed over with jubilation. Sarah had come to them, had initiated touch.

  And despite his lack of fulfillment it had been amazing, a fantasy come true.

  He quickly wet a cloth, grabbed a towel and headed back to Archer and Sarah. As soon as he saw their faces he knew something was up. What on earth had happened in the last three minutes?

  He handed Archer the towel and turned to Sarah. “Here, sweet, let’s get you feeling better.”

  Some of the shadows in her eyes lifted. She cupped his cheek and leaned in for a kiss. “Thank you.” She spread her arms and allowed him to wash her. Archer followed in his wake with the dry towel.

  Sarah crossed her arms over her chest. “Do you need me to do anything different from before?”

  He shook his head and guided her to her usual place to stand.

  “I will get us some water.” Archer walked out of the room.

  “Sweet, did he say something that upset you?”

  Her polite façade slid over her face. “No, why do you ask?”

  He let it go for now. “He can be a bit intense. I just wanted to ensure everything is fine.”

  There was a hollow echo to her laughter. “He does tend to be rather serious. But in this instance he didn’t say anything.”

  “All right then.” Warren assembled his materials and pulled more paper from one of the shelves. He inhaled. His heart rate increased and excitement spread through every inch of his body. It wasn’t that different from what he felt when touching Sarah. “Can you take the position?”

  She raised her arms and crossed her hands behind her head. It lacked her usual ease, but he’d learned over the last few days that it took her a few tries to find her rhythm. He could work with that.

  Or so he thought.

  Unfortunately her troubles infected him. He struggled to sink into the painting. They tried through three sessions, shorter than usual because neither of them could find their rhythm.

  Finally his frustration burst out of him. He strode to where Sarah stood, clad in the silk robe, Archer beside her, and captured her face in his hands. “Sarah, you are the most beautiful woman on this planet.” He nodded at Archer. “The both of us are completely under your spell, entranced by your intelligence, the way you think and see the world, your beauty—” He shook her slightly. “Fuck, just by being you. Stop hiding.”

  He captured her sweet lips in a deep, hard kiss. Her taste exploded through his senses, as did the feel of her soft skin beneath his palms.

  Breathing became unimportant. All that mattered was that she understood they did not look at her with judgment, but with feelings.

  Minutes later he pulled back. Her eyes were glazed and her lips swollen. He wanted to do it again, but deep inside him the artist clamored to be released.

  She cupped her hands over his. Her eyes had cleared, but carried a softness he hadn’t seen before. “I will try.”

  Sarah exhaled. For a moment he thought nothing had changed, but then her body softened. She raised her arms and took the position. The arch of her back, the tilt of her hips, the slight angling of her legs. All of it drove home her beauty.

  But beneath it all she still wasn’t giving him everything.

  Warren wanted to tear out his hair. Instead he shoved his frustration and impatience into a corner of his mind and picked up the charcoal. “Let’s get started.”

  Within moments he’d sank into the space where the only thing that counted was the next line, the next decision on how and what to shade.

  A loud, annoying noise dragged him away from deciding on how to capture the change in her eyes. As expected the look of bright-eyed innocence had started to fade. Instead awareness colored the endlessly blue expanses.

  “Warren!”

  The sharp bark finally came through. Warren refocused on the two people before him. “What?” He didn’t have time to dither. He needed to continue.

  “Sarah requires a break.”

  Guilt warred with his drive. He dropped the charcoal and shook his stiff fingers. “Of—” He cleared his throat. “Of course.”

  Sarah lowered her arms with a grimace.

  Warren checked his watch and realized he’d been at it for nearly fifty minutes. “Why the fuck didn’t you stop me earlier?”

  Her safety was Archer’s responsibility. And he’d failed.

  “I told him not to interrupt you.” Sarah sounded more hoarse than usual. Archer had his arms around her shaking limbs as he helped her to the sofa. “You appeared to be doing very well. I didn’t want to stop you.”

  Warren gaped. “That was just stupid.” He threw his hands in the air. “This painting is going to take time. Tiring yourself out during the first session will fuck up the rest of the sitting.”

  “Warren, language. Stop being so incredibly rude.” Archer knelt before Sarah and massaged her legs.

  Warren rubbed his forehead and paced the length of the studio. “Sorry, sweet. Archer, why the f—” He puffed up his cheeks and exhaled. “Why on earth would you allow her to do this?”

  Archer didn’t look at him, but continued to sooth Sarah’s trembling limbs. “It’s not as if she gave me much choice. Was I supposed to force her to stand down?”

  “Yes.”

  Sarah burst into laughter.

  Warren frowned and looked at Archer, who rose to his feet. His lover appeared as clueless as he felt.

  She put her hand up, but strugg
led to speak because she was laughing too hard. “I’m…I’m sorry…you just…you just remind me of Beatrice and myself. We would tell each other off like that, expecting the other knew exactly what we were talking about.” Her laughter turned into a wistful smile. “You must have been friends for a long time.”

  He looked at the floor. His heart ached. He wanted to tell her that he and Archer were far more than friends, but the time had not yet come. He hated that they lied to her, that they didn’t share what was such a huge part of themselves.

  Warren opened his mouth to tell her the truth, but yanked the words back before they could break free. It was too risky. They—he wanted to be sure when they told her the truth she was ready.

  “Yes, we’ve been together for a long time.” Archer caught his gaze, sharing his feelings without words.

  Warren stepped beside Archer and gripped his shoulder. The touch was innocent enough, but gave him the contact he needed. “I still don’t want you standing longer than thirty minutes. Exhausting yourself is not going to work in the long run.”

  “All right. From now on I will pull you out of your deep concentration and listen to your grumblings while Archer makes me feel better.” Her smile widened.

  Beside him Archer shook with suppressed laughter.

  Warren rolled his eyes and smiled. “Cheeky.” He marched to a narrow wardrobe in the far corner and dragged out a bundle of blankets. He spread them across the center of the room, making a comfortable bed, cognizant of Archer and Sarah watching him.

  The fever burning in Archer’s dark eyes made Warren’s cock twitch. He grabbed a number of cushions and threw them across the blankets.

  Sarah’s brows rose. “What, no caveman animal furs?”

  Archer took her hand and led her to the center of the bed. “We don’t hunt for trophies. Furs should stay where they are unless meat and survival are involved.”

  She knelt on the blankets and reclined against the cushions. “I agree.”

  Archer made as if to lie beside her, but she stopped him. “You are wearing too many clothes. Both of you.”

  Warren shot a look at Archer and grinned. “I know one of us is.” He pulled his already untucked shirt over his head and stood only in his trousers. Archer’s and Sarah’s eyes widened. He pulled back his shoulders and bathed in their appreciation. Archer’s a little less obvious than Sarah’s. “You’re falling behind, mate.” He unbuttoned his trousers and stepped out of them while Archer hadn’t even undone his waistcoat.

  Warren laughed as he lay beside Sarah. “That’ll teach you not to wear so many clothes.”

  Archer grumbled and began work on his shirt.

  “He’s just so beautiful,” Sarah said as Archer dragged the cloth off his body.

  “That he is, but not as gorgeous as you. We don’t have to wait for him.”

  She smiled and wrapped her arms around him when he leaned over to kiss her. Warren rested his elbows either side of her. He pressed against the softness of her breasts, her hard nipples digging into his chest.

  He sank deeper into their kiss, his tongue rubbing against hers, exploring her mouth in infinite detail. Her scent and taste filled him, his cock growing harder. Archer appeared on her other side and petted Warren’s back, safe in the knowledge she couldn’t see them.

  At the same time Sarah thrust her hands into his hair and played with the strands.

  “Tighter,” he whispered against her lips. Her eyes widened, but she followed his request.

  Archer’s hand had reached his lower back and now cupped his arse. Excitement flared through him when Sarah tugged that little bit harder and Archer pinched him. Warren’s cock lengthened even more.

  He released her lips slowly, coming back again and again. With a growl he moved down to her neck and chest, sucking on the delightful treat. Archer sucked on the other breast.

  She whimpered.

  Warren released her and worked his way down her body, gently spread her legs and cupped her. Sarah moaned.

  He settled between her legs, the scent of her arousal pushing him on. Her ripe, pink lips, so moist and excited, just before him.

  Archer moved his hand until his fingers spread her for him.

  Warren cupped her gorgeous behind and licked the length of her slit. Her hips jerked. He tongued her clit, freeing it from its protective hood. “Lord, you taste delicious.” He looked up at Archer. He wanted to grab his lover for a deep kiss and share the pleasure of her flavor, but they had to hold back. It wasn’t yet time.

  He balled his fists beside her hips and tasted her again.

  Her hips twitched and her breathing grew irregular. “Goodness, this is…this…is more…than I had ever imagined. In the books it always sounded a little yucky.”

  Archer laughed.

  “I really want to read those books you keep mentioning. We need to ensure we cover everything on your list.” Archer nibbled on the lush curve of her stomach.

  “Lie back and enjoy.” Warren teased her narrow opening with the tip of his tongue.

  “Stop.” They froze.

  Warren looked up at Sarah. “What?” He prayed with everything in him that they hadn’t pushed her too far and she was now calling a halt.

  “I want—” She swallowed and wet her lips. “I want to—” She dropped her head back to the floor and avoided their gazes.

  “What, sweet?” Warren kissed the smooth skin of her stomach.

  “Tell us. You can tell us anything.” Archer peppered her hand with soft kisses.

  “I want to do this to Archer while you do the same thing to me.” Her words ran into each other because she said them so quickly.

  Warren froze. Archer’s pupils had dilated and his whole body was rock hard as if just hearing the words had driven him to the edge of his control.

  Warren tongued her clit. “That we can do. Nothing easier than adding Archer into the equation.” He wasn’t sure if he could survive watching her suck off his lover while he drove her to oblivion, but he would do his very best.

  Chapter Eleven

  Archer could barely breathe. The thought of Sarah sucking his dick while Warren pleasured her contracted every single muscle in his already oversensitized body.

  Warren stared at him, his eyes filled with golden sparks. Archer just wanted to lean down and kiss him, share the moment.

  But they had to hide.

  For a moment he wasn’t certain if he ever wanted to tell her. At least that way they would never run the risk of losing her.

  Warren climbed to his knees and tapped Sarah’s legs. “We’ll have to change position if we want to fulfill your fantasy.”

  Archer shook off his maudlin thoughts and lifted the woman who in only a few days had become the center of his universe into his arms. Warren lay back and held out his arms.

  With care Archer settled Sarah astride Warren’s chest.

  “Archer, you’re wearing far too many clothes if you want her to suck you.”

  Sweat stood on his forehead. He would kill Warren later, at a time when his lover’s words didn’t make his cock so hard it hurt.

  He stepped behind Warren’s head and slowly pulled open his buttons. A slight sound escaped her parted lips and whipped across his body. She didn’t take her eyes off him.

  Archer wanted to draw things out, extend the pleasure of anticipation, but his need was too desperate. He kicked off the last of his clothes.

  It was as if he’d waited for her touch for eons. And finally he would have it. “Move up until your knees are beside his shoulders and your pussy is just above his face.”

  She flushed bright red.

  Warren cupped her bottom. “Lord, hurry this up. You’re killing me.”

  Sarah appeared to get the drift—or maybe the famous books helped. She settled into position above Warren, her hands on Archer’s thighs for balance. With care she lifted one hand and curled it around Archer’s pulsing member.

  Her cool fingers nearly made his head explode. He wrapped h
is hand around hers at the base of his rod. “Remember how you got used to Warren yesterday, played with him?”

  She wet her lower lip and nodded.

  “I am too far gone to survive that. Chances are you put your mouth on me and I will burst into a million pieces.”

  She jolted and dug her nails into his thigh.

  Warren’s growls and the sounds of him pleasing her forced Archer to tighten his grip around Sarah’s hand. Afraid he would hurt her, he pulled back and crossed his hands behind his head.

  Her eyes had turned slumberous, her breathing uneven. She rubbed her hand gently up and down his cock, her thumb trailing the thick vein running the length. Her grip was just hard enough Archer knew he would not be able to maintain his sanity for long.

  But who wanted a working brain anyway?

  His lids closed and his head dropped back. Unfortunately the lack of sight only highlighted his other senses. The wet sounds of Warren licking Sarah’s pussy. His growls. Her panting. The sensation of her soft hand on his dick, her nails digging into his leg.

  Then she touched him with her tongue.

  Archer bellowed. Before he could stop himself he gripped her hair. He forced his eyes open. The sight of her sweet tongue rubbing up and down his length nearly drove him to his knees. His fingers grasped her soft strands as he forced himself to remain upright.

  With every too-fast breath he tried to remind himself that she was an innocent. That she had no idea what she was doing and despite all that did a phenomenal job at expunging his sanity. But when she sucked on the tip of his member all bets were off.

  He cupped her face and held her while thrusting into her mouth. He just barely had enough control to not make her gag, but it was a harsh battle. “Suck. Hard.”

  Sarah did. Her cheeks hollowed. She experimented with her tongue, flattening it, tapping against his member and teasing the sensitive spot just below his head.

  “Warren. Hurry. Up!”

  His lover must have taken him at his word, because Sarah groaned around his dick. The vibrations took him to the edge, but he managed—just—to hang on long enough to pull out of the sweet heaven of her mouth.