Page 83 of Wild Flower

“It’s not my house,” Archer says, nibbling closer to where his fingers dance over my bikini fabric.

“What do you mean it’s not your house?”

“He’s the caretaker,” Finn says, slipping into the pool several feet away from us. “He’s housesitting.”

“What?” I lift my head in the water. “Are we trespassing?”

“Technically, I’m not supposed to have guests,” Archer admits, and a streak of fear shoots through my skin. I move to slide out of Archer’s grip, but he holds me tighter and drags his mouth over my bikini bottoms. I moan when I shouldn’t, confusion knotting in my abdomen.

“We’renot supposed to be here?” I ask, but Archer pulls my bikini bottoms to the side and laps at the seam he’s exposed. “Oooooh!” I shiver.

“You weren’t supposed to let Finn fuck you in public at The Orchid, either,” Archer says. “But you did. I think you like the danger.” He flattens his tongue against my skin, and I swear I’d be happy to drown in that tangerine sky above him.

Hands slide under my shoulders—Finn’s hands—lifting me up from behind so I’m no longer dependent on the water to float. I’m in their arms, which is my favorite place to be. “You can stay at my place, if you need to,” Finn whispers in my ear. “But there’s no pool to feast on you there.”

He lifts me so my head is tucked on his shoulder, my cheek against his neck. Archer delves his tongue between my folds, and Finn removes my bikini top and bares my breasts.

“Your form of stress relief is naughty,” I whimper.

“You love it,” Finn growls. “You can’t get enough.”

“True,” I moan against his cheek, dropping my hands into the water in search of his body. When my fingers find the hard planes of his stomach, he grunts, slipping his hands over my tits in retaliation.

“Do you want to feast while you’re feasted upon, Wild Flower?” Finn asks in my ear, adjusting his hips so my hands slide over his arousal.

“Finn,” I breathe, mesmerized by how thick and gorgeous he is, stroking him under the water. “Yes, I want to taste you, but—”

Archer’s between my legs, lapping and languishing, making my belly ache with building tension. I can’t exactly breathe under water.

“We have you, beautiful,” Finn answers, his big hands covering my chest and making me moan with how his fingers caress. I don’t know if Finn and Archer share some kind of unspoken language, but they float me toward the shallow end of the pool—mouths and hands continuing their assault. Then Finn flips me around, dragging me on top of him at the shallow end. He starts kissing me as I straddle his lap on the steps, water sloshing around my hips. His hard shaft presses wickedly against my bikini bottoms and I go wild, writhing in need, my nipples scraping desperately against his chest.

It doesn’t take long before Archer has moved up behind me, and I feel the ridge of his cock against my spine. He’s naked too, and now he’s kneeling behind us and untying the strings of my bikini bottoms.

There’s nothing sexier than being trapped between these men with their mouths and cocks and hands worshiping.

The second my bikini bottoms are off, Archer grabs my hips and lifts my ass out of the water so I’m kneeling over Finn on the shallow steps and I’m bearing my pussy to Archer behind me.

“I don’t care if you stay at Finn’s place or mine,” Archer says gruffly. “But wherever we are, I’m never going to stop doing this.” Archer buries his face in my ass and drives his tongue into my pussy.

“Oh God!” I shudder as he fucks with his tongue, lapping and sucking and turning me molten. Through my gasps of desperation, I look down at Finn who slowly moves his torso into my vision: his chest, his abs, the v of his hips, until his cock stands full mast out of the water below my lips.

Feast and be feasted upon.

I push Finn’s thighs wide and take his cock all the way to my throat. He hisses my name and grabs my wet hair to keep it out of my face.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chants as my head bobs over his length. He lies back, splayed over the steps, my mouth swallowing him as his abs tense. If I was the photographer instead of him, I’d photograph this: the look of Finn completely submitting.

I stroke and tease, until I feel Archer shift, standing up and moving his cock between my legs.

“Oh fuck!” I gasp, pulling Finn from my mouth, realizing what’s about to happen. Archer caresses my ass, and I pant against Finn’s tip at the devilish feeling of Archer’s cock bobbing against my pussy. “Oh please, yes.”

My eyes connect with Finn’s, and his eyes are completely black as Archer opens my stance wider. I’m dripping wet, water streaming down my stomach and thighs. Archer lashes his tip through my soaked folds, and I cry out—completely gone.

I take all of Finn in retaliation, plunging my mouth over his length, making him cry out with me. And a second later—

Archer impales me with his cock.

God, I’m so full! Stuffed from both ends like an animal on a spit, trembling with pleasure and delirium. Something else takes over, a demon, a tornado of lust, because I start twerking and sucking and overflowing with sensation.

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