“Yeah. Probably for the best. The longer it takes them to realize there’s trouble brewing, the better. Maybe we can head some of it off.” Archer draws in a deep breath, his eyes connecting with mine. “I hate seeing you like this. Tense. Frustrated.”
I scrape my teeth over my lower lip, my heart rate climbing the longer we stare at each other. “Arch? Distract me.”
His brows lift on his forehead, surprise lighting his eyes. With bated breath, I wait to see what he’ll do, and he doesn’t disappoint. He steps right in my space, feet planting on the outside of mine, and grasps my head with both hands. “Fuck, I’ve been wanting to kiss these lips again.” Tilting my face to his, he groans as he nips at my lip, teeth sinking in for a moment before swiping over the spot with his tongue.
I can’t help myself, I grab his suspenders and use them to yank him closer at the same time I open my mouth to his kiss. Our tongues tangle and bodies bump together as I stand, grasping his hips. My fingers dig into him, pulling him close enough that our cocks brush. My breath catches as we continue to kiss. A shudder of need whips through me, bold and untamed.
Archer wrenches his mouth from mine, staring into my eyes. “Over there,” he grits, his voice husky, eyes shifting focus to something across the room.
I turn, my eyes following his gaze to a deep couch over near the bookshelves on the far side of the room. “There’s no lock on that door.”
“I don’t fucking care. Do you?”
I swallow and shake my head. I don’t let him go as we head across the room, my mouth capturing his again as we stumble our way to the other side of the library where we fall onto the cushions together in a pile of haphazard limbs. We lie side by side, pressed close together. Archer groans, grasping my ass with one hand and holding me tightly to him.
My chest threatens to erupt, my heart is thrumming so fast. Archer tastes like my favorite whiskey and the most decadent sin. Breathing in the combination of his musky cologne, the leather of the couch, and the old books on the shelves, it’s pure masculinity… and a potent hit to my system that makes me want to do things I’ve never done before. I want every experience with Archer. I need more.
As our pelvises thrust together, his lips break free from mine to travel over my jaw with a throaty groan. He leans into me with his whole body, pressing me into the back of the couch. There’s a raging, raw energy between us that is heightened when he reaches between us to rub his palm over my already throbbing dick.
“Fuuuck.” The choked word exits my mouth with an agonized breath. Archer’s hand is strong and sure, gripping me through my jeans while he kisses and sucks his way down my neck. I can’t help myself, I drive my hard-on into his hand over and over again while my brain grows fuzzy from lack of blood… and probably lack of oxygen, too, seeing as how I keep catching myself holding my breath in anticipation of whatever comes next.
When our gazes meet, he works my pants open, then shoves them down over my ass. He gives me no time to downshift, taking my cock in his hand and stroking me while he watches my reaction. I suck in a breath. “Jesus Christ, you’re going to kill me.”
“That’s the idea. Maybe you should kill me, too. Then we can both die happy.” His lips twitch into a half smile and then he looks away, almost like he still doesn’t quite believe I’m into this. Into him.
But I definitely am, so I grip his chin and tilt his face back so he can see exactly what it is he’s doing to me while I tear the suspenders from his shoulders. Recognizing the stark hunger in my eyes, he reaches down to unfasten and unzip his pants, then we’re lying there together, both of us bare assed and harder than hell.
“What do you want, K?”
Blood sizzles in my veins. “I want my hands on you. My mouth.”
He wets his lips before he exhales harshly. Pressing his lips to mine for a second, he whispers against my mouth, “Do you trust me?”
The words grate from my throat, as I can only imagine what Archer is thinking. “Of course I do.”
He shoots up, shucking his pants and shoes before tearing out of his button-down while I yank my T-shirt over my head and lose my jeans.
Fucking hell, he’s totally fucking naked. And so am I. With heated eyes, I ogle his tattooed skin, the definition in his chest and abs, before landing on his long, thick erection. While I’m drinking him in, he’s doing the same, his eyes roaming my body, as if deciding what he wants to try first.
His chest rises with a deep breath as he slides the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip.Shit.He’s fucking sexy. I don’t know why that thought never occurred to me in the past, but goddamn. Now I can’t get enough. He motions that I should move. “Scoot farther down, K. We need room.”
My lips part, and I follow him with eager eyes as he lies down in the opposite direction from me. Oh, holy fucking shit.
“You wanted your hands and mouth on me?” His brow quirks up. “Same.” He takes my dick in his hand, slowly stroking me. His firm grip has me groaning aloud. He smirks, then flicks his tongue out, barely grazing me. My eyes practically cross, remembering every second of the first time he gave me head. His voice is gravelly, and he looks at me from under hooded eyes. “Go ahead. Touch me. Suck my cock. Choke me with your dick.”
My eyes widen at the filthy words falling from his mouth. Fuck me, Archer is a dirty talker. But then all thought is lost as his mouth closes over me, and my mind practically melts at the sight of what he’s doing. For several seconds, I can’t do anything but soak in the feeling of his mouth, warm and wet on me, his tongue flicking expertly along my length. I shudder out a breath, take hold of his erection, and slowly stroke my hand over it. It’s different, touching someone else’s dick than my own. He’s thick and long and incredibly hard, but at the same time, his skin is hot and soft against my calloused palm. He feels fucking amazing.
I’m finding it difficult to concentrate on what I’m doing, though, because Archer alternates between taking me deep and sliding off me to let his tongue flick wickedly along my shaft. I moan, all my focus for a moment on my dick as his eyes meet mine while he sucks. My breathing is ragged as I watch how he drives me slowly out of my mind. A ragged, “Fuuuck,” is wrenched from me, which only makes him smile around my cock. The sight of that alone has me about to pass out on the spot.
I never knew it would be so good to feel him touch me while I’m doing the same to him. Adding to all these new and different sensations is the thought that we are going at each other like this while anyone could walk in on us at any given moment. It makes my goddamn head buzz and heightens everything in a way I wouldn’t have expected.
With blood whooshing hard and fast through my head, I continue to stroke him, and he seems to be enjoying it, but I want to give him what he’s giving me.Fuck it.I lean in and bring his dick to my mouth where I lick his slit. A wild surge of lust races through me as I taste him for the first time. I savor it, the saltiness of his pre-cum hitting my tongue sends lust streaking through me. He watches me as I experimentally wrap my lips around the head of his cock, resulting in a guttural groan. Heat washes through me as I take him deeper into my mouth. From the look of surprised rapture on his face, I’d wager he wasn’t expecting me to actually go through with it.
But fuck, my legs quake with the knowledge of what we’re doing and how good it feels. Archer begins to suck me in earnest, his hand working me as he takes me down his throat in a rhythm so good I could cry. Thirty seconds later, he pops off my dick, breathing hard. “Give me more, K.”
I don’t fucking know if he means he wants more of me or needs more from me, so I give him both, worshipping his dick—which causes his hips to rock—and slowly thrusting myself between his waiting lips. I wrap my arm around his thigh from below, giving myself an opportunity to touch him. Brushing the tips of my fingers over another dude’s balls is nothing I ever thought I’d do, but I find a strange sense of satisfaction when his body jerks in response, and he makes a strangled sound in the back of his throat.
Right after that, Archer picks up his tempo, and I don’t get a chance to do any more exploring because molten excitement is shooting down my spine, and I know there isn’t a chance in hell I’m lasting much longer. And that’s when Archer lightly brushes his fingers over my asshole.
