“These need to come off.” I tug at the waistband of his pants, he stands and shimmies out of them leaving his cock straining against the boxers. I kneel on the bed and take the liberty of removing them slowly, inching them down his muscular thighs. He springs free, standing tall and thick. I take him in my hands, relishing the hitches in his breath as I slowly rub.
I alternate between massaging his thighs and peppering his cock in kitten licks. Archer’s breath hitches in his throat. His hands tangle in my hair. He lets me do as I please. His hands gently tugging at my hair eliciting moans from me, vibrating around him. One of my hands squeezes the base of his length. My eyes land on his as I take him fully into my mouth.
Using the hand in my hair to guide me Archer takes control. Pressing himself further into my throat. My tongue traces the underside of his shaft as he pumps into my mouth. His pace becoming erratic as he grows close to his orgasm.
“Elle, baby, I’m close.” He moans. I can’t tell if he’s asking permission to cum in my mouth, but I take every thrust and swallow every drop as he empties himself into me.
We’re both a little breathless as our lips meet again. Kissing slowly, lays us both against the pillows of my bed. We lay entangled together touching each other as our heart rates settle.
“I have condoms in my nightstand, if you want to go another round.” I cup him eliciting a hiss of pleasure from him.
“Condom?”
“I figured you would want to make sure there is no babies at all.” I grin.
“In that case; is that even a question?” He sits up as I grab one from the end table, tearing it open and rolling it onto his impressive length.
Once he’s covered, he rolls on top of me, slotting himself between my thighs. My legs part instinctively for him. He aligns himself and pushes in slowly, inch by inch until he’s fully seated inside all while keeping his mouth and hands on me. I moan at the fullness of him.
He starts slow, letting me adjust to his size. Then his pace quickens, becoming fast and erratic. My moans are muffled by his lips as they crash into minewith desperate kisses.
Our fingers lace together and I hike my leg over his hip. My other foot plants onto the bed for leverage. My hips instinctively rise to meet his thrusts. Archer continues to plow into me, grunting as his impending orgasm threatens to push him over the edge.
My own orgasm builds and builds as Archer drives into me. His tip brushes against my sweet spot lightly, but it’s enough to send me into euphoria. Clutching onto him as I ride out the waves of ecstasy, I barely register Archer’s moans as his orgasm hits.
Archer slumps on top of me briefly, just long enough to plant a kiss on my lips before rolling off me. He removes and disposes of the condom before he climbs into bed next to me.
I let out a breathy moan as Archer kisses my neck, overstimulated by tonight’s activities.
“Sorry, I can stop.” He grins as his fingers trace intricate patterns over my most sensitive spots causing me to arch into his touch.
I look at the clock and groan; I have to be up in less than 6 hours. “You probably should, although I don’t want you to.” I pull him in for another kiss. “Do you want to stay the night or do you want to go back to your place?”
“Will I be in your way in the morning if I stay?” He asks, genuine concern etched on his handsome face.
“There’s only one way to find out.” I grin as I get out of bed and head for the shower. “Want to join?”
Archer quickly jumps out of bed. “If I ever say no to something like that, it’s a cry for help” he jokes.
Somehow, we manage to share my apartment’s tiny shower, taking turns ducking under the water. Once we are showered, and our teeth are brushed, luckily, I had a spare toothbrush for Archer. We crawl into my bed once more.
“So,” I begin. “I think we might be dating now.” My heart hammers in my chest. As I make that confession. I don’t make a habit of hooking up with men I’m not dating. I’m not in college anymore. I’m past my hoe phase. But I’m worried that Archer might not be on the same page. He just got out of a very serious relationship less than a year ago. He may be viewing this as a hook up and I don’t think I could blame him for not wanting to put a label on it.
“I should hope so.” He chuckles before becoming serious. “I mean it. I enjoy spending time with you. I look forward to our evening phone calls and the flirty SnapChats. I especially enjoyed tonight’s activities.” He smirks and I feel my heart rate settle. “We can talk about it more tomorrow; we need to get you to bed.” He kisses my temple as I turn to my side.
He pulls me closer and I hear him whisper “Good night, Ellie.” It’s the last thing I hear as I settle into a deep peaceful sleep.
Chapter 14
Archer
Today’s practice was brutal. It was an uncannily hot day for October, and the coaches had us working our asses off in preparation for our game against Coach Pierson’s former team the Spartans. We always want to win our games as all professional athletes do, but this game, we tend to work harder in preparation for.
The cool air of the locker room is an appreciated reprieve from the unseasonably warm air on the field. I’m in the process of removing my pads as Ty snickers. “You got a little something there on your neck.” He smirks.
I turn to look in the mirror to see that Ellie left a slight hickey on my neck. “Well… there’s that.” I mutter and I feel my ears turning pink. I didn’t realize she left a hickey, I don’t think she realized she left a hickey.
“I’m happy for you man.” Ty claps me on the shoulder. “You deserve to have someone that’s excited to be with the real you, not the QB Archer, but the real Archer. The one who loves pirates, and video games, and The Office. You aren’t hiding those parts from her like you do the rest of the world, and the best part is, she seems to love all those things too. I’m a little miffed, you’ve gotten further in a Honor Mode Run with her than you have with me, but that’s besides the point.”
