“I think I’ll let you take the lead on that.” He looks at me, desire evident. I settle between his thighs and begin working on undressing him.
“Fucking Jason being so diligent with the details.” I mutter as I fight with the many belts on his pirate costume. Freeing his pants from his belts, I push his pants and boxers down past his ankles.
His cock springs free. I lick a stripe on the underside before taking the tip of him in my mouth. Archer lets out a breathy “fuck”. I use my free hand to massage his balls. Taking my time swirling my tongue around his tip earning more of those breathy moans. Archer’s hand caresses my cheek before wrapping in myhair, taking control of the speed. I inch my way down, taking more of him in my mouth.
“Fuck, baby.” He moans; his eyes never leaving me. The speed intensifies and I hollow out my cheeks. My jaws ache from his size and my knees ache from kneeling on the hardwood for so long. Soon Archer’s cock twitches and I feel his release hit the back of my throat. Swallowing, I release him with a pop as he falls back against the couch panting.
Standing up and savoring the blood flow back to my knees I remove the bottom portion of my costume. Archer’s already hard and throbbing for another release. Archer’s fingers find my slit, teasing. I take him in my hand as I lift up on my knees, smearing the wetness on his tip before sinking down until he’s buried completely inside me. Rocking my hips against him, I slowly adjust to the delicious burn.
“Fuck, this is better than I could have imagined.” Archer groans. His hands grip my waist, keeping me steady as I bounce against him. His delighted hum rumbles in his chest.
His left hand massages my ass before delivering a solid smack “Fuck,” I moan as his right hand leaves my waist and his fingers rub hard, fast circles on my clit. I feel his cock twitch beneath me. “Shit, Archer—”
“Go ahead, I’m right behind you.” He urges, his words muffled by his mouth against my shoulder.
I come undone from the sensations and true to his word Archer’s climax follows.
Chapter 30
Archer
Elle got a text late last night saying that she won’t be able to return to her apartment for an extended amount of time. Apparently the furnace is not able to be fixed in the building and needs a full replacement. She’s irritated of course but the caveman part of my brain is ecstatic: me provide fire for me woman.
Trying to make her feel better this morning I woke up early to learn how to use that fancy espresso machine. I figured out how to make her a real bonafide PSL. I have it ready for her along with her lunch and her oatmeal ready for her.
“Is that for me?” She smiles at the big travel mug.
“Yes.” I place a kiss on her forehead as she takes the mug from me.
It’s Halloween so instead of what Ellie calls ‘teacher cute’, she’s in overalls, mouse ears and has a giant cookie accessory.
“Are you the mouse? From If You Give a Mouse a Cookie?” I ask.
Ellie beams. “Yes! Kindergarten is doing Laura Numeroff as our theme this year. Dani is the dog withthe donut; Jess is the cat and the cupcake and Leanne is the pig with the pancake.”
“Cute.”
“I know right, it was this or crayons and we liked this idea better.”
I smile knowing I will get a group picture later on. “Are we still going to meet at your apartment when you get off? Ty, Deej and Cameron all said they can help us move you.”
“Oh, that’s so sweet! They don’t need to.”
“They want to. Lifting heavy things and showing off our muscles boosts our egos.” I joke.
“Well, who am I to deny you men that.” She giggles and gives me another kiss before leaving for the day.
Looking around the empty apartment, I decide to make myself a PSL as well and head to the couch to read my latest pirate book. A romance from Ellie’s collection.
About an hour and half later I check my phone and see a text from an unknown number.
Unknown number: Hi Archer! It’s Georgia Harrison, DJ’s sister. He told me that you’re looking for a realtor. I would be thrilled to work with you. Are you interestedin buying or selling?
Archer: Hello Georgia thank you so much for the quick response. I have a property in Oaklawn that I wish to sell.
Georgia: Oh! That’s a great area! If you can send me the information, I would like to look it over before meeting up with you to discuss everything. I look forward to working with you.
Taking a deep breath, I feel a big weight that I didn’t realize I was carrying to begin to lift. The house is gorgeous, but I have no use for it. It’s huge, it’s far from the city, and quite frankly I just don’t want it. It’s the last remaining thing tying me to my relationship with Cassie. The house was in my name since I paid for everything since Cassie was investing in her modeling business at the time. I have no emotional attachment to the house and I’m getting tired paying for and maintaining a property I am not living at.
