DangerbyDalliance (21 page)

She blinked. A tear trickled down her cheek. Seeing him so
humble was painful. But it also gave her hope. “What about now?”

“I want you with me because I love you. You fill a part of
me that has been lonely for a very, very long time. With you and Warren at my
side I don’t need anything else in the world.”

Sarah laughed and sobbed at the same time as she flung her
arms around his neck. He captured her trembling lips in a kiss so hot fire
blazed through her.

Warren flattened his palms across her stomach and kissed her
neck.

Archer released her. “What about you?”

Sarah’s heart raced. “I love you, Archer.” She clung to him
with one arm and used the other to pull Warren even closer. “And I love you,
Warren.” She laughed around the tears clogging her throat. “But I have no clue
how this is supposed to work.”

“We will make it work, sweet.” Warren kissed her cheek.

Archer took her hand, tugged her to the sofa and pulled her
into his lap. “Do you want it to work? I love you and Warren and cannot imagine
my life without either of you.”

Warren kissed her. “I love you too. No matter what obstacles
our lives will run into, as long as we have each other we can overcome them.”

Sarah thought back to the last two weeks of misery. The pain
and loss of not having them in her life.

She did not want to ever experience those days again.

She cuddled deeper into Archer’s arms. “It won’t be easy.”
She reached out and took Warren’s hand. “I don’t ever want you to feel left
out.”

He smiled and sucked one of her fingers into his mouth. A
shiver ran down her back when he released it. “Then you will just have to work
extra hard when we’re alone.”

She stilled. His green eyes sparkled with gold. Breathless
and dizzy laughter bubbled up from deep inside her. “Maybe you better show me
what you want me to do.”

Excitement blazed in his expression and his smile took on an
edge. “Maybe we should.” He looked at Archer.

Beside her Archer’s body filled with heat and tension. He
lifted her into his arms and rose. “Let’s go.”

Warren strode out of the studio, Archer half a step behind
him.

Sarah’s mouth turned dry. She bit her lip.

Archer groaned. “Every time you do that you make me want to
do this.” He stopped and nipped her lower lip with sharp teeth, only to soothe
it with his own tongue.

Her breathing became irregular. Sparks and tingles spread
across her body. Her nipples hardened and her need for them grew. She clasped
his head in her hands and pulled him close for a deep kiss.

He changed his grip until he cupped her bottom and wrapped
her legs around his waist. Not releasing her from the kiss, he stumbled a
couple of steps until he pressed her back against the wall. His member rubbed
against her moist center. A whimper escaped her.

“As much as I am enjoying this performance, maybe you should
move it into the bedroom.”

Warren’s voice caressed her. Gasping, Sarah looked up. They
were only a few steps from the bedroom door. She giggled and Archer burst into
laughter.

She’d never seen him this happy. It was as if he’d released
a part of himself he’d held shut for a very long time. Sarah tightened her legs
around him and leaned close for another kiss.

He growled and pressed her against his broad chest as he
walked toward Warren.

With each step he rubbed against her in the most delicious
way. She didn’t know what they had in store for her today, but she knew the
pleasure the three of them shared would fill every day of her life from now on.

Archer dug his fingers into her round behind. Pleasure
coursed through him, unbelievable pleasure.

Sarah loved him. She loved him and Warren and accepted their
relationship. His hard cock pushed against her pussy with every step. He
couldn’t wait to tear off her clothes and have his way with both of them.

But even without the unbelievable physical pleasure his
heart was full.

He stumbled past Warren and gently set her on the massive
bed. His lover closed the door and stood beside him. With slow, deliberate
moves, Archer undid his tie and opened his waistcoat.

Sarah’s smile widened. She shuffled the pillows behind her,
kicked off her shoes and leaned back. “I want to see you. The two of you
together.”

He froze, his shirt half undone. “What?” he croaked.

Beside him Warren shook with laughter. “It looks like the
vixen has finally been unleashed.”

She tilted her head. “I’ve dreamed of you together even
before I knew the truth. I want—no, I need to see you.”

Warren took off his shirt. “No pressure then. We’ll just
have to live up to your fantasies.”

Her laughter echoed through the room.

A lightness Archer had never experienced before spread
through him. He turned to Warren. “I’ve always liked a challenge.”

His lover’s eyes were mostly gold as he stepped closer and
tore open Archer’s shirt. His nipples hardened in the cool air and his cock
lengthened. He pulled Warren close and kissed him with all the passion and joy
that coursed through him in this moment.

Their kiss deepened, their tongues tangled, but left no
loser. He ripped off Warren’s shirt as Warren dragged off his trousers. Within
moments they were both naked.

A moan pulled his gaze back to the bed. Sarah had taken off
most of her clothes and cupped her breasts, still covered by her chemise. Her
pupils had dilated and a flush covered her cheeks.

Archer blew her a kiss before sinking to his knees in front
of Warren. His lover groaned when Archer sucked his cock deep into his mouth.
He grasped the root of the dick in a firm hold and tongued the tip.

Warren thrust his hands into Archer’s hair and hung on.

Archer gently—too gently, going by Warren’s growl—caressed
the sensitive underside. Warren tried to push him onto his cock, but Archer
wouldn’t allow it. Instead he continued to tease him with touches so gentle
they were barely there, interspersed with throat-deep sucks.

“You are so beautiful together.” Sarah’s words stroked
across him like a touch.

Archer gave Warren one last lick and rose to his feet. He
kissed Warren and then took his hand. “We have someone waiting.”

Sarah’s smile grew.

They divested her of her last couple of garments and lay on
either side of her. Archer pressed a soft kiss against her lips. “We will show
you what a true ménage is.”

Warren lifted her hand and kissed her fingers. “Nothing is
taboo in this relationship. There is no bad or dirty. Whatever brings pleasure
is allowed.”

“But whenever we do something that frightens you or you are
uncertain about, tell us.”

She nodded.

Archer met Warren’s eyes. He had to grit his teeth to cling
to control. With a rough exhale he leaned across Sarah and dragged Warren close
for a deep kiss. Archer needed to release some of the power building up inside
him and he didn’t want to scare Sarah.

Warren gave as good as he got. Archer pulled back and looked
down at Sarah. Her nails dug into the sheets and she quivered.

Warren kissed his way down her body and settled between her
thighs. Archer lifted the bottle of lube from the drawer and settled it into
the portable heater. She watched his every move, complete trust in her
expression.

Archer kissed her and then worked his way to her chest. Her
breasts were just beautiful. He’d always been a breast and arse man and Sarah
had the most beautiful of both. He licked around the areola of one nipple while
mirroring the touch on the other side with his fingers.

He continued to play with her while filling his senses and
memories with her taste, the feel of her skin, the mindless whimpers and moans
filling the air when they pushed her higher and higher.

The moment her back bowed and she screamed, he squeezed one
nipple between thumb and forefinger while giving the other a sharp nip. After
that he prolonged her orgasm through strokes and caresses.

Warren raised his head and kissed his way up her body.
Archer grabbed his face and kissed him. Sarah’s taste exploded over his senses.

“I’ve begun preparing her.” Warren’s words were like a
static shock racing through him.

Archer swallowed and nodded.

Warren rolled to his back and pulled Sarah onto his chest.
She sat astride him and studied the situation. “Oh, I think I like this.” She
grasped Warren’s cock and played with it.

Warren gritted his teeth. His hands dug into the bedding.

Archer followed her shoulder and covered her hand with his.
“Ride him.”

A shiver ran across her body. She removed her hand, but
Archer continued to hold Warren’s cock. He rubbed the tip through the moisture
between her legs, making both Warren and Sarah moan.

Archer kissed her shoulder. “Slowly take him into you. Take
it only as far as you can. Give yourself time.”

“I’m no delicate flower, Archer. I love everything you are
doing to me.” She slid onto Warren with one deep thrust. “Lord,” she sighed.
“So good.” She dug her nails into Warren’s chest.

He threw his neck back and thrust upward. “Do that again.”

She paused for a moment, gaze narrowed. “What? This?” She
scratched her nails along his upper arms, marking him with white lines.

Warren pumped up again. “Exactly.”

Archer nibbled on her earlobe. “Warren likes a touch of pain
in his pleasure.”

Her eyes widened even more. “Interesting.”

With Warren’s and his guidance she quickly found a rhythm
and slid up and down Warren’s hard cock.

Archer lifted the bottle of lube out of the heater and
prepared himself. He looked at Warren over her shoulder and nodded.

Warren wrapped his arms around her and pulled her chest
against his. “Hang on, sweet.”

She tilted her head back at Archer.

“Fuck, she just squeezed me like a fist.” Warren panted.
“She likes you there.”

“I do.” Her whisper powered through Archer. He groaned and
carefully continued Warren’s earlier ministrations to prepare her back passage.
He thrust in first one then two fingers, scissoring them apart to stretch and
prepare her. When she could easily take three fingers he put down the bottle of
lube and settled between Warren’s legs.

Archer kissed her nape. With care he pushed inside her,
stopping whenever he sensed the pain went too far for her. Finally, after what
felt like an age, but probably was only a few minutes, he was all the way
inside her. He clenched his teeth. She was so tight, clasped him like a fist.

He cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples. In response
she tightened even further around them.

Archer could no longer hold back. He pulled out and thrust
deep inside her.

Sarah wasn’t sure if she would survive the storm of pleasure
rolling through her.

Warren was deep inside her quim and Archer’s entry had her
jumping between agonizing pleasure and sharp pain. Somehow he seemed to know
when it got too much and gave her a moment to adjust.

Now they were both so deep inside her she wasn’t sure if she
could ever move.

Turned out she didn’t have to.

Archer pulled out, leaving behind nerve endings so sensitive
she thought she would die if he didn’t come back immediately. He moved at a
slow pace. As he thrust back in, Warren pulled out, his member rubbing across
her clitoris.

Sensations exploded through her.

They quickly established a rhythm, a rhythm that would drain
away her sanity. She had loved what they had shared already, but having both of
them together, at the same time? It was more than she could have ever imagined.

Sarah continued to dig her nails into Warren’s chest, loving
the idea she could heighten his pleasure. She moaned and whimpered and clung to
him as if she never planned to let go.

Warren groaned. “I can’t hold on much longer.”

“Me neither,” Archer said.

Their words were like lightning bolts zapping her body.
Sarah gasped, needing them to do something or she was sure she would die.

Her head dropped back. “Please.”

They increased the pace of their lunges. Warren followed the
curve of her stomach with his hand and moved lower until he caressed her clit.
She jolted at his touch, nearly too sensitive to stand it.

They pushed her higher and higher. Warren rose and sucked a
nipple into his mouth. At the same time he circled her clit and Archer sank his
teeth into her neck.

She screamed. The sharp pain propelled her into her climax,
one so big and overwhelming she wasn’t sure she’d live. Warren groaned his
release, followed quickly by Archer. His climatic bellow was probably heard in
the kitchen three floors down.

They slumped to the side, a tangled mess of limbs and
heaving bodies. Warren flung his arm across Sarah and clasped Archer’s
shoulder. No one spoke. Everyone was too busy gasping for breath.

Sarah wallowed in the feel of her two men surrounding her.
Their touch, scent and feel kept her grounded in the now.

They loved her. Both Archer and Warren wanted—no, needed her
in their lives.

And she didn’t want to be anywhere else.

“I love you,” Archer whispered against her neck. She clasped
her hand around his and squeezed.

“I love that you like the painting.”

Warren’s whisper made her heart clench. Sarah kissed him. “I
see your love for me in every stroke, in every swirl of the paintbrush. It is
the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”

His eyes sparkled.

Archer moved behind her. “Hang on to Warren.”

She did and hissed when he pulled out of her. He kissed her
shoulder and apologized. “I’ll be right back.”

Warren pulled her close. “I am impressed he is able to walk.
If I tried to stand right now I’d end up in a heap.”

She giggled. “Me too.”