Page 52 of The Proximity Effect

“Relax.” Liam’s voice was muffled but still clear enough to send a jolt of electricity straight to my core. “I’ve got you.”

I nodded, though I wasn’t sure he could see me. His tongue flicked against me, and my hands flew to the headboard for support. “Oh my God.”

“That’s it.” Archer moved to the side of the bed. “Let him taste you.”

I moaned, my head falling back as Liam’s tongue delved deeper, exploring me with a skill that left me breathless. His hands tightened on my hips, urging me to move, and I rocked against him, my body taking over where my brain had failed. The sensations were overwhelming, and I got wetter with every stroke of his tongue.

Archer put a knee on the bed, his hand trailing down my side, and goosebumps erupted across my skin. “You look so good like this. Riding his face and taking what you need.”

I whimpered, my hips moving faster, my body chasing the pleasure that was building inside me. Liam’s tongue was relentless, and the tension inside me coiled tighter and tighter. “Liam, oh God, don’t stop.”

He didn’t. If anything, he doubled down, his tongue working me with a precision that had me seeing stars. My thighs trembled, and my orgasm built, threatening to pull me under.

I was lost in the sensation of Liam’s tongue, the way he devoured me like I was the most decadent dessert he’d ever tasted. My hips moved on their own, grinding against his face, and I was so close to the edge I could practically taste it. But then Archer shifted behind me, his hand brushing against my lower back, and I froze for a split second.

“Relax,” Archer murmured, his voice low and soothing, as if he sensed my hesitation. His hands were warm, his touch deliberate, and I shivered as he trailed his fingers down my back. “Focus on what feels good.”

Easier said than done. My mind was a chaotic whirl ofoh my God, is this really happeningandplease don’t let me do something embarrassing, like fall off the bed.But then Archer’s fingers slid between my thighs, teasing me for a moment before slipping inside me, and all coherent thought fled my brain.

“Oh!” My body arched as he worked his fingers in and out of me. The dual sensation of Liam’s tongue and Archer’s fingers was overwhelming, and I gripped the headboard so hard my knuckles turned white.

“Good?” Archer kissed the sensitive spot below my ear.

“Yes,” I managed to choke out, though it came out more like a whimper. “So good.”

His lips trailed down my shoulder, and then his fingers stilled for a moment before they withdrew. I almost protested, but his fingers circled a place that made me tense all over again.

“Arch—” I started, my voice shaking.

“Shh,” he murmured, his lips brushing against my skin. “Trust me.”

I wanted to. I really did. But my brain was doing that thing where it freaked out about everything, likeWhat if I’m notready? What if it hurts? What if I accidentally fart and ruin this whole thing?

Archer’s fingers pressed gently but firmly, and I gasped, my body instinctively pulling away. “Hey. Look at me.”

I turned my head and met his gaze. His eyes were dark, intense, but there was a softness there too, something that made my chest ache. “If you want me to stop, I’ll stop,” his tone leaving no room for doubt. “But I’m going to go slow. Tell me if it’s too much.”

I swallowed hard. “Okay,” I whispered.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine, and he pressed gently but insistently. I tensed, but his touch was steady and patient. Slowly, I forced myself to relax, focusing on the sensation of Liam’s tongue, the way his hands gripped my hips, grounding me.

“That’s it,” Archer murmured, his voice like velvet. “Breathe.”

I did, and the pressure eased, his finger sliding inside my ass. It wasn’t what I expected. It was… more. Intense but not painful, and I let out a shaky moan as he started to move.

“Oh my God.” My head fell forward, my body trembling. The combination of sensations was too much, and yet not enough, and I rocked my hips, desperate for more.

“You’re doing so good,” Archer said, his voice low and rough with desire. “So beautiful like this.”

I whimpered as he added a second finger, stretching me slowly. I was so close, and then Liam’s tongue hit the right spot, and I shattered. I cried out, my body arching, every nerve ending on fire.

My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, pulling me under as I gripped the headboard like it was the only thing keeping me from floating away. My thighs shook, my entire body trembling as pleasure ripped through me.

“You look good with my fingers in you.” Archer slowly removed his fingers, leaving me empty and wanting more. “But I think you’re going to look even better with my cock.”

I flopped onto the bed beside Liam, panting as Archer disappeared into the bathroom.

“You okay?” Liam rolled onto his side, propping himself up on an elbow and pushing wayward strands of hair behind my ear.

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