Page 57 of Heart Stopping
Archer didn't correct him this time.
Cass rose to his feet and kissed my mouth, letting me taste myself as he undid his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down his hips. Hands on my thighs, he pulled me to him until his cock was nestled against my entrance.
"Tell me to fuck you," he ordered.
I was still breathless when I said, "Fuck me, please." If I didn't have him inside me right then, I was going to explode.
"Louder," he insisted. "I want those two to know and understand you're mine."
I tipped my head back again. "Fuck. Me."
He gripped my hips and drove himself into me, slow at first, but then with more force. Until he was buried inside me, all the way to the hilt.
"You feel fucking incredible," he whispered. "So fucking tight for me." He stood like that for a minute or two, his eyes closed, savoring the feel of our bodies joined. He pulled out slowly and slammed back in. "Touch yourself. Make those nipples hard for me."
I raised my hands and cupped my breasts, palming my nipples until they were rock hard.
"Good girl," Boner said. He pushed his own pants down and had his cock in his hand. Working it slowly up and down as he watched.
Archer glanced at him for a moment, swallowed deeply, then did the same, pulling out his cock and stroking it. Rubbing his thumb over his tip, spreading pre-cum over his skin.
Cass thrust into me slowly and evenly, trying not to rush but needing to give into his own body. His own needs. His desire to spill himself inside me.
"Touch yourself," he whispered, dipping his chin. "I want you to come around my cock."
I dropped one hand from my breast, down to my clit, rubbing my fingers around it, spreading my juices and pushing myself back to the precipice of a second orgasm.
"Come for me," Cass insisted. "Right. Now."
I couldn't hold back. I came again, my muscles clenching around his cock and forcing an orgasm out of him. He drove into me over and over, milking himself for every drop, while filling me with his release.
We both slumped down together, panting lightly and trying to catch our breath.
"Harlow, you're incredible," he whispered.
"No, you are, Cassius," I told him. "That was so good."
Better than good. I never knew I enjoyed being watched so much. I felt beautiful. Powerful. Desirable. Like a goddess.
"You need a new item on your menu," Boner said. "Cream pie." He grimaced as he came, a string of cum shooting from his tip, over his hand and onto the floor.
Archer snorted and followed suit, keeping his cum contained in his hand as he ground against it.
"I've never enjoyed being a wanker more," Boner said with a grin.
"Speak for yourself." Archer headed over to the sink to wash his hands before drying them and tucking his cock back in his pants.
"Good try, but you're just as big a wanker as I am right now," Boner teased.
Cass made a face and slid out of me. "Thank you. For letting me fuck you and for letting me be me." That meant everything to him, it shone in his eyes.
Here, with us, he could be himself without any of us judging him. Without us wanting him to hold back. If fucking me, ordering me around, and being watched were his things, we should absolutely do it more often.
I cupped his face with my hands. "I wouldn't want you to be anyone else." Boner was right, he was a geek in the streets and a freak in the sheets. You better believe I was here for all of it. I kissed his mouth, the taste of me lingering on his lips.
He wrapped his arms around me and pressed his cheek to mine. Softly he said something that sounded like, "I could fall for you."
I didn't say anything back, but the truth was I could fall for him too. Honestly, I could fall for all of them.
