“Barry isn’t going to adopt me. Mum isn’t going to adopt you.”
I release a strangled laugh. “We’re a bit old for that.”
“Exactly. Now, come back to mine, and I’ll give you that blow job I promised you.”
“You remember that?”
“I never forget sexy promises.” He nips my lower lip, kisses me hard and fast, and then whispers a four-digit number into my ear.
“What’s that?”
“The security code to my flat. I’m going home to shower. I’ll leave my front door unlocked. If you want me, come get me.” He gives me a soft and sweet parting kiss and then jogs away.
I don’t move until he’s out of sight. I walk in the same direction. I have to go this way to get the bus to go home. Who am I kidding? I’m not going home.
My pulse races as I slip through the door, which Archer left unlocked as promised. The shower is running. I imagine him standing naked under it, rubbing shower gel over his skin as the hot jet of water massages his muscles. Do they ache from running? Should I join him in the bathroom or wait in his bedroom?
The shower stops. I hold my breath, unable to move in any direction. A small voice tells me to leave, but the desire flowing through my body overpowers it. I want Archer. He wants me. Why shouldn’t I have him? The many reasons pop into my mind. I strangle each one. I don’t want to think about them. I want to give in to temptation. I keep my gaze trained away from the picture of Archer and Molly. I can make sure I never look at it. If I do, I’m likely to dash out the door like I did the first time I came here.
The bathroom door opens, and Archer steps out, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. His hair is damp and messy. Beads of water cling to his smooth chest and washboard stomach.
He grins. “You came.”
“Yes.”
“I’m glad.”
He takes my hand and leads me into his bedroom. “Tell me what you want.”
“You.”
I kick the door shut, drag him into an embrace, and kiss him fiercely. He winds his arms around my back, holding me as tightly as I’m hugging him. Our kiss is desperate and intense, full of clashing teeth, twining tongues, and needy moans.
I press my face against the crook of his neck. “I want you so badly.”
He chuckles and slips out of my grasp onto his knees. He pulls my joggers and underpants down, allowing my hard cock to spring free.
He licks his lips. “I’ve been looking forward to this.”
“Archer—”
“Ssh. Let me fulfil my promise to you. Don’t think, Jacob. Just enjoy.”
He holds my hips, guides the head of my cock to his lips, and licks the pre-cum from the tip.
I shiver and moan. “So good.”
He laughs. “I’ve barely started.” He slides his hot mouth over the head of my cock and twirls the tip of his tongue along my slit.
I grasp his shoulder and tangle my fingers into his damp hair. Resisting the urge to close my eyes, I meet his intense stare. He bobs his head towards my root, taking me deep. The ridges of the top of his mouth caress my length. He uses his tongue to lick and flick and hollows his cheeks beautifully. He works his mouth back and forth, paying delightful attention to my slit whenever he pulls off a little. He groans, slurps, and moans around my length. He’s stunning and so fucking good at giving head I’m practically delirious within seconds.
“Archer.” I tighten my grip on his hair and shoulder. My balls draw up. Pressure pushes on my groin. I don’t want to come, not yet, but I’m incapable of fighting the inevitable. “Archer, I’m going to?—”
He smiles and sucks harder. My cock twitches in his mouth. I release a deep, throaty groan as the pressure escapes me, and my balls empty their load down his throat. He sucks and swallows until I’m dry and then carries on lapping, holding my cock in his mouth until it softens and slips out. He drops his arms, rocks onto his heels, and grins. His lips glisten with traces of cum.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I whisper.
“Yeah? You too. And your cum tastes amazing.”
