Page 37 of Take My Throne

He cups my cheek in his hand, tenderly stroking it with his thumb. “How about that coffee then?”

“Are you kidding me? Kiss me, Archer.”

He doesn’t need telling twice. He leans forward, his lips meeting mine. I close my eyes, my knees weak as I sink into his kiss. We fit together so perfectly, our bodies made for each other.

Archer rains kisses all over my face, on my nose, my cheeks, my lips, delicate little butterflies that drive me wild as he makes his way down to my neck. He nibbles and licks, an erotic mix of titillation and tickling that makes my whole body tense with anticipation.

“Archer…” I groan, as Archer reaches down to pull my T-shirt over my head. I’m glad I hadn’t bothered with a bra this morning.

“It says you didn’t want to come,” he says, tossing it to one side. “Are you sure about that?”

“What do you think?” I sigh as Archer runs his hands over my breasts, squeezing my nipples to make them erect.

We tumble down onto the couch together, literally falling into each other’s arms. I love the feel of his bare chest against me, our hands exploring each other, our legs intertwined. I can feel the bulge of Archer’s erection against my thigh, promising delights yet to come.

I fumble at the zipper of my jeans and Archer helps me pull them off. Whipping off his PJ bottoms, we are naked in record time, desperate to be together.

I lay back on the couch, legs wide. His mouth meets mine and his hand is between my legs, the movement of his tongue mirroring the movement of his fingers as he plays with my clit. I am soaking wet, ready to take his cock inside me, but he’s so skilled at touching me. I want this to go on forever.

My nails dig into his skin as I feel my body edging closer and closer to orgasm. I cry out as he finally tips me over the edge, but he isn’t done. My body is still trembling with the force of my orgasm as he slams into me, his cock easily sliding in.

The soft cushions of the couch cradle me as he nuzzles my neck, his hips grinding against mine. I feel so safe, so loved in his arms. If I could stay in this moment, enjoying him possessing me for the rest of my life, I’d die a happy woman. Archer knows exactly how to please a woman and he’s proven his devotion to me time and again with the way he makes me feel.

His movements slow and he kisses me on the lips. “Do you want to try something else?” he asks.

I nod, too lost in pleasure to speak.

Archer pulls himself off me and helps me up. He sits on the couch and turns me so that my back is to him. He grips my hips and guides me back down onto his cock so I am sitting on him, facing away. Then, instead of thrusting into me, he moves my hips so that I’m grinding against him. He’s balls deep in me, stretching me further than I ever thought possible. His balls rub against my clit, echoing the way he made me come with his fingers.

I grip his thighs with my hands, my nails scratching him hard enough to draw blood, but Archer doesn’t care. He is so focused on keeping this going for as long as possible, wanting to make me come a second time.

And it isn’t long before he achieves his goal.

The feel of my breasts bouncing with every movement, the knowledge I am completely in control, the sensation of his balls massaging against me all combine to push me over the edge. I cry out in pleasure as Archer finally allows himself to thrust up into me, a few strokes is all it takes to join me in the ultimate erotic experience.

Our movements slow, and I look over my shoulder at Archer, still panting. “That was just what I needed,” I tell him.

“You and me both.” He grins, running a finger down my spine. My body is so sensitive, it makes me shudder. “So, do you want that coffee now?”

“Sure. Do you mind if I quickly use your shower while you make it?”

“You know where it is.”

I smile as I clean myself, thinking about the last time I’d been in this shower. Archer and Romy had made sure I was thoroughly cleaned. I’ve never had a threesome before and maybe never would again, but that’s a memory I’ll always treasure. It was probably thanks to the champagne that the three of us had wound up in bed together. There’s no way the guys would have done that if they were completely sober.

Only we’d all come on bikes. They weren’t that drunk…

I wonder whether Declan would ever be interested in doing something like that. It never ceases to amaze me how different men were in bed. Declan is the least confident of my lovers, but he has nothing to worry about. There is nothing wrong with his technique and he cares so much about making me happy, I am always guaranteed a good time with him. Imagine Declan joining in with Archer and Romy…

Enough, Ivy! I shake my head, trying not to be so greedy. I know the time is fast approaching when I’ll have to choose one of the guys over the other. I can’t continue to juggle them like this. Once I manage to get my marriage annulled, I’ll have to pick one, and the thought breaks my heart, but it’s the fair thing to do.

I am just going to have to make the most of the three of them while I still can.

I return downstairs, towel drying my hair. Archer is sitting at the dining table, two steaming mugs of coffee in front of him as well as a plate filled with pastries.

“Help yourself,” he says as I sit down next to him. “Unless you fancy going downstairs to watch a movie? I’ve got a preview copy of the latest Liam Hemsworth film. It’s an action adventure where he’s having to race round the world solving a puzzle to save the life of his girlfriend.”

“Sounds awesome, but I need to see Milly,” I tell him. “I’d love to hang out with you, but Ally came to me with an interesting proposal last night and I want to discuss it with Mills.”

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