Page 45 of The Soul of Archer
“Lance,”
“That’s it Alora. Keep moving with us.” Carter whispered from behind her, nuzzling at her neck his tongue slipping out to taste her.
Moaning, Alora’s legs widened at the first touch of Lance against her thigh. Rolling her hips back and forth, feeling Carter behind her and Lance in front. Both men hard against her, pressing and moving their strong bodies against her. When Lance’s hand cupped her, and Carter’s teeth sank softly into her neck, she cried out. Her body was boiling in sexual need. Every touch, kiss, tease made her whole body buck and tremble in their arms. Lance teasing and torturing the front of her body while behind her Carter’s body danced, his erection brushing her ass while at the same time he was keeping her lower body in constant contact with Lance and himself. She could feel her juices oozing from her into Lance’s palm. When Carter tugged slowly at the zipper of her skirt loosening it, Lance yanked it down as both men steadied her while she stepped out of it. Her body now moving to its beat, a beat dictated by Lance and Carter. Her hips bucked when two of Lance’s fingers slid into her. Alora was now leaning back against Carter as Lance worked his magic on her.
“Yes Alora. Feel us. Imagine us.” Carter encouraged, his tongue slithering along her neck and his hands gliding up her torso to her breasts.
“Never felt so hot…more.” Alora begged.
Lance shared a look with Carter and his hands cupped her breasts again. One hand left her breast to tilt her head and she whimpered as Carter kissed her languidly. When their lips parted, her eyes snapped opened and locked with Lance’s in the low lighting. She remembered him saying he would never share her yet here he was allowing another man to touch her, to kiss her. But what she saw in his eyes in that moment put her unease to rest. Lance was doing this for her. Giving her a taste of the fantasy, she had voiced to him. Writhing as Carter tugged and plucked her nipples she rode Lance’s fingers, her eyes on his unable to look away from him. His turquoise eyes seemed to glow now and were pulling her in deeper.
“You’re close aren’t you Tigress?” Lance asked, his voice thick with desire.
“So close.” Alora nodded.
“I can feel it.” Lance groaned, moving his fingers faster.
Alora moaned, riding his hand faster as Carter tugged both nipples. Christ, she loved that. “Lance…Carter…I…I…”
“That’s it beauty. Let go for us Alora.” Carter whispered demandingly, pinching and rolling her nipples harder.
Alora came on a scream as her body seized, the only thing holding her up was Lance and Carter.
***
Lance growled when his Tigress came. Her juices coating his fingers and her body shaking as he pressed against her. He glanced from his woman to meet Carter’s face. Carter smirked and with Alora’s upper body resting against his chest, he hooked her legs over his forearms and when Lance removed his fingers, Carter wrapped her legs around Lance’s waist. Lance held a shivering Alora and kissed her. Hard. God, he didn’t think he would be this turned on when he planned this, but he was hard as granite and wanted to be buried inside her. She whimpered returning his kiss as he turned and moved toward the bedroom. Behind them he heard Carter moving around the room, but he could care less. He kicked the bedroom door closed and moved toward the bed. Gently he eased her onto the California King.
“Did you enjoy that?”
“God, I did. It was…so hot and sensual. Feeling you both against me. Touching me, teasing me...”
Lance smiled, reaching down for the small bag he had tucked in the empty space at the bottom of the nightstand. “Well the night is still young, and your fantasy isn’t over.”
Alora licked her lips watching Lance shove his jeans down and off. Joining her on the bed, kneeling between her legs, spreading her thighs wider. He smiled down at her and leaned over her, blanketing her body with his. His mouth devouring hers, taking her, wanting her to submit to him. He reached into the bag pulling out the vibrator and turning it on, he slipped it between them. Alora bowed under him when the tip touched her clit.
“I told you I would never share you with another man, so I found another way to give you what you wanted.” He said.
Alora tried to speak but all that came out was a strangled cry. Lance moved the toy against her, teasing her opening. His own erection growing harder as he watched how she reacted to his ministrations. Shifting, he gripped his cock and added it to the movements of the toy. Alora cried his name, clawing at the bed sheets her legs opening more for him as she gave into him. He could feel just how wet she was and couldn’t wait to be inside her. Slowly, he eased both himself and the vibrator into her, her slick walls clamping down making him grit his teeth.
“Easy Alora. Nice and slow.”
“Lance, oh it feels…”
“Take us baby. Nice and slow, let us fill you.”
Inch by inch she took them. Her body moving under him, showing him she wanted it, showing him she craved the fullness that was to come. Lance moaned low and deep as he finally sank fully into her, the vibrator adding a new sensation to being fully seated in her. The toy’s vibrations shot through him and into her making her wetter and her walls clutched tighter around his cock. Alora’s arms came around his broad shoulders, her legs locking at the ankles at his waist. Lance rested his weight on one arm while his other held the vibrator. Looking down at her, he drank in the vision she made. Her eyes clouded with lust, licking her bottom lips, her body shimmering in a light sheen of sweat. He started moving, his hand moving the vibrator in tune with his own thrusts. She was so tight around him he had to fight to hold himself back even though all he wanted was to pin her to the bed and drive into her hard and deep till they both came.
“Christ woman, you’re amazing.”
“More. Take me Lance. I need it.” She begged, bucking under him trying to move faster.
Gritting his teeth Lance held himself back. “Alora, I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Fuck me Lance. Please. You can’t hurt me.”
Growling, he gave in to her demands. He whipped out the vibrator, dropping it to the bed. Cuffing her wrists above her head and elevating her hips so they were on his thighs, Lance withdrew and plowed deep. Alora screamed her pleasure, digging her fingers into the hand that held her. Their bodies moved faster, she under him, bucking and taking everything, he gave. His other hand took hold of her hip as he pounded over and over. He was on the edge, he needed release. He never imagined when he planned this just how revved up she would make him by her reactions. Their movements were nearly violent. He plunged, she arched up to meet him. When he kissed her, it was hard and brutal, but his woman took it matching it with her own kiss. He saw white when on a deep thrust he exploded, emptying himself into her, Alora’s own cried of release echoing in his ears.
Gasping for every breath he eased them onto their sides. Slowly, he withdrew from her enjoying the moan followed by the sigh when he left her. Alora rolled onto her back limply. Lance kissed the tip of her nose then climbed out of the bed. He returned a few moments later with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned her. When he rejoined her and pulled the sheets up over them, Alora moved into his arms and kissed him.
