There were breaks—oh thank fuck we had breaks—usually to ply me with food and water.
I ended up fainting a couple more times. Coop was so damn pleased with himself when he was the next one to knock me out. It was impossible to be irritated with any of them for anything, even when they got smug. They joked with each other, they teased each other, but mostly, they spent their time alternating between driving me absolutely mad and taking care of me.
More than once, they’d gone for cool, damp washcloths to clean me up and sooth my soreness. My ass was getting more of a workout than I expected, but they all took such extreme care that even that soreness was bearable. When Ian ran a bath that first afternoon, he sat beside the tub and actually fed me while I soaked. The guys had gone for more food and supplies, as well as to strip and change the beds.
Apparently, when I wasn’t looking, they’d pushed the two big queens together, and it had more than enough room for all four of us. Ian had even worked out a way to bind me to the bed, but so far, we hadn’t used that. One of them would restrain me while the others played, and twice now, I’d been sandwiched between Coop and Jake or Ian and Coop, but Archie had avoided that for the most part.
Or at least he had until Sunday afternoon when it was just Ian, Archie, and I, now in my bedroom because we’d run out of clean sheets in the other room and the guys were messy. Coop and Jake had gone for food, and I was straddling Ian, riding him slowly. Bruised and full as I was, it felt oh so good to just writhe over him. The press of Archie against my back had me tipping my head to rest against his shoulder.
To be honest, I didn’t know how the hell I planned on walking the next day. I couldn’t walk now. They’d gotten really good at carrying me, and I was too boneless to argue. I could feel them everywhere. The little bite marks and bruises from hickeys. The scrape of teeth. My nipples were sore to the point of perfect pain, and if you’d asked me what that meant even a week ago, I didn’t think I would have known.
Ian feathered his hands over my hips as he began to move me. My buttery legs were having none of it, but I wanted to feel him. He pushed up with his hips, helping to hit that spot. Archie nipped at my neck as he massaged my breasts, his warm palms almost soothing to tenderness of the nipples.
I wanted more. I wanted all of them.
“Can you handle it, babe?” Archie asked. Had I said that out loud? Apparently. “You’re moving slow.”
“It feels good,” I whispered, because my voice really was shot. “So fucking good.” It did. I could roll my hips, even if I could barely lift my legs, and Ian could balance me. I met his gaze and then he flicked a look past me to Archie, even as I stretched an arm up and behind me to wrap around Archie’s neck.
It had to be all right with them. They’d already given me so much this weekend. I didn’t need to be greedy.
“It’s okay…”
“Shh, babe.” Archie bit me, and I laughed at the scrape of his teeth. It barely registered as pain so much as sharp kiss. “We’re thinking.”
I softened against the command, and it was kind of funny how easily they could relax me now. My body just let go, and my mind didn’t obsess. They’d chased away every single worry, there wasn’t room for much of anything past them.
“Her ass is too sore,” Ian warned.
“Yeah, but there are other ways,” Archie added, and they kept rocking me up and down on Ian’s cock. The little sparks radiating through my system had me clenching around him. It was a slow, almost torturous build up, but I was enjoying how my clit rubbed against him each time he pulled me flush to him.
“You comfortable with that?” Ian asked.
“I am if you are.”
“I’ll try anything once,” Ian murmured, his voice soothing, even as Archie urged me forward, and then Ian kissed me as I splayed against his chest. He slowed the motion, and I half-expected Archie to push into my ass, but he didn’t. A finger traced the edge where Ian connected with