“Enough,” Archer finally said. “Fuck me already.”
Mac hid his smirk. From “I don’t bottom” to “hurry up and fuck me” in less than an hour. That had to be some kind of record. Mac went up onto his knees, rolling on the condom and adding more lube. Archer tried to roll onto his stomach, but Mac stopped him. “It’s easier like this the first time.”
Archer opened his mouth like he was going to say something. Maybe he didn’t want Mac saying it was his first time or maybe he just didn’t like the idea of looking at Mac while they fucked. Mac wished he didn’t care what the answer was. But he did.
Still, it would be less painful that way. He settled between his open legs. Once more, Archer met his gaze, then looked away. Mac had fucked a lot of people in a lot of places around the world. He’d had a few serious relationships and even one sort of broken heart. Somehow, this felt wildly more intimate. He felt exposed in a way that had nothing to do with being naked.
It made his chest ache, like he was fighting for air. He buried his face against Archer’s throat as he reached down between them, pressing the head of his cock against Archer’s entrance, his breath leaving him in a rush as he breached that first tight ring of muscle.
Archer’s blunt nails dug into Mac’s shoulder blades, his body resisting, probably on instinct. He didn’t attempt to go deeper. He wanted to give Archer time to adjust, but he also wasn’t sure how long this was going to last once he started moving. Something about this stranger was just doing it for Mac on every level. Maybe it was pheromones.
Mac kissed Archer’s throat, his ear, whatever he could reach. He didn’t kiss his mouth because he wasn’t sure Archer would be okay with it while he was inside him. All of a sudden, he was second-guessing everything. Was Archer regretting coming up there with him? Giving in to him? Why did it matter?
But it was Archer who threaded his hands in Mac’s hair. Archer, who pulled him until he could capture his lips in a kiss that lingered. Mac tried to focus on that, on the softness of Archer’s lips and the almost timid way his tongue found Mac’s. It was easy to get lost in the taste of him, the feel of him beneath him. He was quickly growing addicted to the sounds Archer made when they kissed.
Mac wasn’t sure when he started to move, but when Archer’s legs went around his waist, he realized he’d been lazily rolling his hips almost against his will. Archer’s heels against his ass spurred him to move faster, and when he did, it sent jolts of electricity arcing through his blood.
Fuck, he felt so good.
It was a vast understatement, but Mac didn’t know how to quantify how fucking hot Archer was, how sexy. How goddamn perfect he was when he was clawing at Mac’s back and driving his heels into him to make him move faster, to give him what he wanted.
The more he gave, the more Archer seemed to demand. “Harder.”
Mac sat back on his heels, dragging Archer close so he could fold him in half and give him what he asked for. “Touch yourself,” he demanded. “I want to watch you come.”
Archer didn’t protest, just did as Mac asked. He watched, riveted, as Archer stroked himself in time with each hard thrust until they were both too fucking gone to care, the headboard slamming into the wall with enough force to cause damage.
Just when Mac worried he was going to come before Archer, he cried out. Mac got to watch as he spilled over his fist, onto his belly and chest. He looked so fucking hot, his head tipped back, lips parted as he moaned long and low.
That was all it took. Mac squeezed his eyes shut, his body moving of its own volition as he chased his orgasm. When ithit, it felt a little like what he imagined the rush of heroin felt like. This rush of ecstasy that temporarily shut down all brain function as he filled the condom.
He didn’t move right away. He couldn’t. He could barely function. If someone had asked him his name, he probably couldn’t have told them. Finally, he pulled free, getting rid of the condom in the trash before rolling onto his back and staring up at the ceiling.
How long before Archer panicked and told him to get the fuck out? Normally, it was Mac who was rushing to throw his clothes on before the cum was even dry, but he felt weirdly anxious about leaving. He wanted to ask for his number. To find out his full name so he’d at least be able to contact him again.
“Hey,” Archer asked.
Dread pooled low in Mac’s belly. “Yeah?”
“You want to order food?”
Mac’s head snapped around to look at Archer, and he narrowed his gaze. “You’re not kicking me out?”
Archer smirked. “I guess that depends on whether you can rally or not?”
“I mean, feed me and I’m good for the whole night, Katniss.”
Archer hesitated. “One night. Then we go our separate ways. Got it?”
Mac’s heart twisted, but he nodded. “One night. It’s a deal, Katniss.”
“Good. Hand me the menu.”
It was why he’d allowed Aiden to come home. At least, that was the lie Thomas was choosing to tell himself. What was the harm? Aiden was a ghost in their house. He did his best to pretend Thomas was nothing more than a voice on the phone giving orders.
In his heart, Thomas knew avoiding Aiden was for the best. They could barely be in a room together without it devolving into a fight. Aiden was the problem. Aiden’s attraction to Thomas was the problem. Thomas finished off his glass. Who was he kidding? Thomas’s desperate need for Aiden was the real problem.
Fuck.
