“So. Fucking. Good.”
“Faster?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Harder?”
“Yes. Fucking hell, yes.”
He gives me what I asked for, slamming into me at a frenzied pace. I reach between my legs and whack myself off. He moves the hand he was using to stroke my back to my hip and holds me harder, tighter. He thrusts so vigorously I almost have an out-of-body experience. He cries out. His cock shudders inside me. I work my hand up and down my cock frantically, gasping. My orgasm spills out of me, dousing the covers beneath me in hot, sticky cum.
He collapses on top of me with his cock buried deep in my arse. We’re hot and sweaty, and our chests are heaving. I don’t care that I’m lying in the wet remnants of my orgasm.
“That was so fucking good,” I say between rasping gasps.
“Uh-huh.” He kisses my back. “Thank you.”
I giggle. “You did all the hard work.”
“You invited me home.”
“That’s because you’re gorgeous. I was right about you.”
“Oh?”
“The mild-mannered guys are always the hottest in the bedroom. Fuck. So good.”
He presses his lips against my shoulder blade and chuckles. “You’re welcome.”
He eases his cock out of my arse and lies beside me. I turn onto my side so we’re facing one another. We gaze into each other’s eyes, stroke each other, and trade soft, tender kisses until our breathing returns to normal and our heart rates are less crazy.
“Did it work?” I ask.
“I can’t even remember what I was depressed over.”
Something in his eyes tells me that’s not true.
“You’re a wonderful distraction, Archer.”
I pinch my bottom lip between my teeth. “Stay the night, and I’ll distract you more in the morning.”
“How?”
I snort. “I’m sure you can use your imagination. But let’s say my mouth is very dirty.”
He shivers.
I twirl my fingertip over his chest. “Stay?”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “I’d like that.”
He pulls me into his arms so my cheek is against his chest. He rests his chin on my head and strokes his thumbs over my back. I loop my arm over his hip and my leg over his. As one-night stands go, this one was pretty fucking amazing.
Chapter 3
Jacob
I do remember why I wanted to get drunk, but I can pretend it doesn’t matter while I doze with Archer. Meeting him was exactly what I needed. Okay, maybe sex was exactly what I needed. I’m sweaty, spent, and sated, and I have a gorgeous guy in my arms.
