He draws in a shaky breath, then whispers, “Fuck, yes. Take another drink.”
I take a swig, purposely holding it in my mouth as I stare into his glittering, lust-filled eyes. I tilt his face a fraction, a hand to either side of his head, so we’re at the perfect angle. And when I kiss him, I let the whiskey flow from my mouth into his. Moaning, I savor two of my favorite flavors: honey whiskey and Archer.
Our tongues dance and curl together in a slow slide of sensual, alcohol-infused heat, and I run my hands through his hair, then down his back and to his tight ass cheeks in his joggers. His hands lock on my ass, too, and we grind together as we continue to feast on each other’s mouths until we’re grunting and groaning. We’re so worked up now, I really am afraid we’re going to wake one of the sophomores, whose rooms are located along this hall.
It’s so fucking reckless to be with Archer here like this, but that’s part of the fuckin’ thrill of it, I guess. For me, every single thing we do—every step Archer and I take together—is new and bonds us in a way I hadn’t anticipated. So when he grabs the back of my head, holding me where he wants me, then sends the other down the front of my joggers to take my cock in his hand, I don’t argue.
He nips at my bottom lip before letting go of my head to push his joggers down over his ass. The groan of satisfaction I let out when he takes both of us in hand, slowly stroking us together, is almost embarrassing. I can’t help myself. It feels so fucking good, and he knows exactly what he’s doing. The way he’s jerking his dick and mine together like this, the firmness of his grip on us, the way the velvety soft skin of his rock-hard erection feels on mine—it’s fuckin’ perfect.
My mind goes hazy, allowing me to forget all my problems. I can’t focus on anything but Archer as I gasp, looking into his eyes. “Why does this feel so good?”
His breathing has gone ragged, his jaw locked tight. “Because it’s you and me, K.” I don’t know if the confidence in his eyes is the alcohol talking or what, but hell, I like it a whole fucking lot. And fuck, he really knows what he’s doing.Goddamn.The slow stroking of his hand is going to send me out of my mind. I drop my head back on my shoulders, panting. I gasp and grunt, words tumbling from my mouth, zero filter. “Fuck. Just like that. I need you. Need this.”
“I’ve got you. Gonna make you come so hard.” The subtle dominant growl in Archer’s tone makes me so hot I swear I’m going to combust in the next few strokes.
“Give me more of that dirty fuckin’ mouth, Arch.” Lust fires through my veins, and my head spins as I shove my tongue into his mouth on a groan. I can’t possibly be drunk after a couple of shots but fuck me if my brain isn’t completely enveloped in a fog of desire so desperate I don’t think I could stop now if the entire brotherhood showed up at the door to watch us going at it. I don’t even know if I wouldwantto.
I can’t help but pant as he jacks us together, his strong hand gripping us tight. He picks up speed, sending us both rocketing right to the edge. My heart races as it tries to escape my chest, and my breath comes shallow and fast. I grip the sides of his neck and skim my thumbs over his strong, stubbled jawline, every taste of him stoking the fire raging within me as I moan into his mouth, “Fuck, so good… so good, baby.”
Archer makes a strangled noise in the back of his throat, staring into my eyes like he’s searching for something. “Fuck me, K.”
There’s a look of desperation on his face, and I don’t see how I could ever deny him. “Fuck, seriously?” I look between us at his hand shuttling up and down, mesmerized by the play of muscle in his tattooed forearm.Fuuuck.
He stops what he’s doing to reach into his pocket, coming up with a small bottle of lube, his bold gray eyes burning into mine. “I’m always fucking prepared.”
My heart trips over a beat, stumbling, ready to detonate at his words. I drag in a breath, clasping the back of his neck, studying the determined look on his face. “Are you sure?”
Archer blinks up at me from under hooded eyes and puts the small bottle in my hand. “With you? Fuck yeah. Anything with you.”
In the dark room, with the washing machine whooshing away, I kiss him boldly, flames rising up and licking over my skin. I gesture to the machine behind him. “I think you’d better fuckin’ hold on tight.”
His eyes go wide for a fraction of a second before he rakes his teeth over his lower lip, a grin stealing over his face right before he turns around. I swallow, a low rumble working its way up from my chest, and I breathe out near his ear, “Remember what I promised you?”
He gazes at me over his shoulder, then with a slow, sexy confidence that makes me harder than stone, he whispers, “I dunno, K. Why don’t you refresh my memory?”
I lick a wet stripe from the base of his neck to his jawline and bring my body close, my hand between us. I bend him over farther and yank his ass back toward me, forcing his legs open wider as he grips the edges of the washing machine. “I believe I said something to the effect of when I finally took you that I was going to fuck this ass so deep you wouldn’t remember ever fucking around with anyone else.”
He grunts, nodding. On a harsh exhale, he whispers, “Then do it. Because I don’t want to think about anyone but you inside me like this ever again.”
A lustful shudder runs through Archer’s body, and I know he’s waiting for me to touch his puckered hole. My head is dizzy with the idea of what we’re about to do. I let my hands wander, palming his ass cheeks and spreading them apart. My heart hammers in my chest so hard my entire body vibrates with it. Uncapping the lube, I let some drizzle from the top of Archer’s crease, watching as it slides down to his ass.
“K, you’re killing me.” That tight little hole where I’m about to put my rather large cock clenches as he looks over his shoulder at me, his heated eyes begging. I give him a lazy smile, then wet my lips as I stroke my dick with lube, making it nice and slick.
Gripping his hip with one hand, I trail my fingers between his cheeks, slowly circling all the sensitive skin and relishing in the way his body jerks and shudders at my touch. My fingers brush over his hole, and he makes some rather unintelligible sounds. “How’s it feel knowing my cock’s gonna fill you up?” He responds with a grunt, nodding his head. I play for another thirty seconds or so before Archer is straining backward against the slight pressure I’m applying.
“Motherfucker. Fuck.” Archer gasps out as I slowly push one finger inside him, breaching the tight ring of muscle.
I smirk. “Believe me, my dick is bigger than my finger.”
“I know. It just feels—” He glances back. “I— Fuck.” I drizzle more lube over my fingers, working a second one inside. Slowly, I move them in and out, loosening him up. Archer breathes hard, his body shaking.
I lean in and whisper, “You’re gonna take this dick now. Gonna make you lose your goddamn mind.”
He sucks in a breath and simultaneously cants his hips backward, giving me better access. “Give me that fat cock, K. I wanna feel you inside me.”
My chest heaving, I take my lube-slicked erection in hand, then let my fingers slide all the way out of his ass before replacing them with the head of my cock. I nudge his hole a bit, seeking entrance, and he pushes back on it, inviting me inside.
Oh,fuck.The tightness of Archer’s ass surrounding my dick alone is about to kill me, never mind the slippery feeling of the lube aiding me as I slide farther into his body.
