Every time since that first time, his stare was always the same, tonight being no exception.
His low rumble of admiration vibrated between us as he brushed a kiss over my lips, then nibbled across my jaw and down to my neck. Moaning, I tilted my head, giving him access to latch on and suck.
“We’re going to be stuck here for days.” He panted the words against my damp, sensitive skin. “I’m marking you. You will see me tomorrow in the mirror.”
“God, yes,” I sighed, craning my head back even farther in explicit invitation.
The blunt ends of his fingernails dug into my back and shoulders as he hunched around me and attacked, both of us moaning as he pulled my skin between his lips, sucking it deep into his mouth. Pain pricked my consciousness and then spread into pleasure as I started tugging at his clothes.
When he pulled back, he stared down at the bruise he’d left, lips red and swollen, the rigid length in his jeans pressed against me. “I have wanted to do that for so long.”
“I’ll wear your mark whenever you want, Archer. All you have to do is give it to me.”
His eyes flickered, turning slightly hazy as he licked at his lower lip. Pulling back, he ripped his clothes over his head, revealing his labor-toned muscles and wide chest with a smattering of dark hair between his pecs. Looping his hands beneath my knees, he yanked me forward, body colliding with his. “I have something else I want to give you.”
My hands smoothed over his chest and around his shoulders before reaching between us to pop the button on his jeans and slip my fingertips into the waistband of his boxers. “I’m waiting.”
He bowled into me, nearly pushing me flat on my back, but I clung to his shoulders while his mouth plundered mine and he fumbled with his jeans, pushing them around his hips.
“Move back, baby.” His voice was gruff.
I flipped over to crawl deeper into the bed of the truck and into a cloud of quilts and pillows. Before I could make it, he growled and palmed my hips, dragging me back and burying his face in my ass.
I whimpered, and he yanked down my clothing and dove into my naked crack. He growled and grunted like an animal, licking and nipping at every place he touched. My legs and arms started shaking. The ability of this man to take me apart was unmatched.
His hot, thick tongue lay across my hole and swiped, and I fell onto my chest, my face in a pillow as I let out a long, low moan and wiggled my ass closer. His calloused hands pressed on my ass and spread it so he could go back to licking without anything in his way. I shivered and shook, the tip of his tongue circling my rim like a tease as I chased it, trying to get it deeper.
When at last he gave in, it wasn’t really an acquiescence but more of a decision to attack. He speared me suddenly, invading my softened hole with precision I would have denied if he weren’t currently inside me.
My lower half collapsed, and he grabbed my hips, pulling me up to penetrate me a little deeper before doing something with his tongue I was positive was unholy.
I squirmed and leaked all over myself and the truck, and then suddenly he was gone. Panting, I glanced behind me to see his disheveled hair, swollen lips, and damp beard as he ripped off the rest of his clothes and then reached for mine. He disrobed my lower half with ease and glided both hands up my inner thighs.
“Spread yourself out on those blankets, sweetheart.”
God, his ability to talk dirty and sweet at the same time was an aphrodisiac, and I got my knees under me to crawl the rest ofthe way. He hummed in appreciation, so I arched my back a little more than needed and crawled a little slower than I should.
The bed of the truck dipped a little when he pulled himself up, and I looked over my shoulder to see him in all his naked glory. Long, muscular legs and a flat, defined stomach with a trail of golden hair leading down to the center of his body, which was just as impressive as the rest of him. His rigid cock was swollen and thick. The mushroom head was deep red, and a vein ran down the outside. My ass clenched just looking at it, impatient to feel it bending my body to its will.
I started to flip over, but he blanketed my back before I could, covering me from shoulder to toe with his warm, firm frame. Sighing, I wrapped my hand around, caressing his waist while he kissed across my shoulder blades and up to my ear.
“You fit under me so well,” he whispered. “I fucking love your body, baby. So pliant and soft.”
I tried to spread my legs but failed because the weight kept me in place.
His husky laugh sent shivers down my spine as he kissed over my shoulder once more. “Impatient.”
“Archer,” I practically begged.
He thrust his hips, his dick catching in my crack. Both of us moaned as he used my ass as a sleeve to rut into.
After a moment, he pulled back and reached beneath a pillow near my head to retrieve some lube. His weight lifted, but I stayed in place. After he sank between my spread thighs, the cap snapped open and the cool, silky liquid drizzled along my crack.
I reached back to part my cheeks, and he made a sound, stopping me.
“I’m looking,” he murmured.
I relaxed back into the quilts as he drizzled more and nearly burned a hole into my skin with the heat of his stare.
