Pulling back just long enough to yank my top off, he kissed me again while his hands were busy at the fastening of my jeans. I should have reciprocated, Iwantedto reciprocate, but his kiss was so overpowering, all I could do was hold onto him.
He unbuttoned my jeans, drew my briefs down, and my cock had never been this hard. His hand closed around it, andthe little rough calluses catching against my soft skin made me moan helplessly.
I wanted more. Undoing the button of his jeans, I slowly pulled his zip down. I broke the kiss because I wanted to see his cock almost as much as I wanted to feel it. His breath came in short, warm puffs against my cheek as I looked down. His cock was fat and beautiful, and when I swiped my thumb across the head, he was already wet. Fuckinghell,and he was like this because of me? I’d never been so turned on in my life, and I wasn’t sure how long I was going to last.
“Wait a minute,” I got out, needing not to come yet, and he instantly let go of me and pulled right away.Notwhat I wanted. “I want to come with your cock inside me,” I told him. Quicker and more to the point than going through the wholeAre you sure, Yes I’m fucking surepantomime that I thought he was about to start up again.
We stripped one another fully, and I lay on his bed, reaching for the bottle of lube on his nightstand. I wanted to touch him everywhere, to taste him, but not right now. I’d waited too long, thought too much about how it would feel to have him inside me, so I squeezed a dollop out onto my finger. Well, most of it went on my finger. Only a little bit got onto the bedding.
Very deliberately, I displayed myself for him, holding his gaze as I circled my hole with my finger, slipping the tip inside. What the hell, I wasn’t known for being subtle.
It had the desired effect, because Archer’s mouth was suddenly on mine, his tongue pushing in demandingly as he ran his hand down my body, making me shiver. His hands were sobig,they did something to my brain. Also to my cock, which he wrapped his hand around again. Only briefly, though, more of a hello and promise than anything else, because he let go of it to take the lube from me.
Pouring some onto his fingers, he replaced my finger with one of his, big and broad as it pushed inside me, and I gasped with how good it was. He began working me like a fucking pro and all I could do was take his fingers, crying out every time they hit my prostate.
I wasn’t usually this noisy, but I wasn’t usually being finger-fucked byArcher.I’d been dreaming of this for so long and it was even better than my dreams because he was watching his fingers pushing in and out of me, then glancing up to look at my face, and his pupils were so large his eyes looked almost black.
“Please,” I managed, and he withdrew his fingers and leaned forward to kiss me, his tongue picking up the same rhythm his fingers had been using. I pulled him down on top of me, loving his hot cock smooth against mine, his weight and his broad chest pressing me into the bed.
“Condom,” I croaked, and was bloody impressed with myself for being able to think, let alone speak.
He pulled back, his brows drawing down. “I haven’t—”
“My jeans,” I told him. Call me a boy scout or call me easy, the first thing I’d done when I put my new jeans on was slip a couple of condoms into the pocket. Living with Archer, it seemed like a sensible thing to do. And my foresight paid off as he retrieved the small packet.
I whined when I saw that, rather than opening it and rolling it onto his gorgeous, hard cock, he put it to one side on the bed, and lowered his head to my cock. I wanted him to fuck me—oh, myGod.I arched my hips up, pushing into his hot, wet mouth because it wassogood. Maybe his fucking me could wait a few seconds.
His fingers were inside me again, and it was amazing as he fucked me with them while he sucked me, but I wanted to come clenched around his cock deep inside me.
“Archer,” I pleaded, and he must have understood, because he released my cock, only to trail his lips across my stomach, up towards my chest.
“You’re going the wrong way—oh myGod,”I got out as his teeth closed around one of my nipples. A hard bite, followed by a swipe of the tongue, soothing away the sting and leaving me wanting it again.
He played with my nipples until they were standing up hard and red, and I was squirming with need. His mouth was hotter than his forge as he licked the salt of my sweat from my skin, and I thought this was how I was going to die, from pure, unadulterated pleasure.
“Please,” I sobbed, and no longer knew what I was asking for.
He pressed a soft, sweet kiss to my lips, such a change from the sheer dirtiness up until now. “Okay, Ollie,” he said softly, and I marvelled at his self-control.
He reached for the condom and rolled it on. Very soon, I was going to explore his body, but he’d been so overwhelming, I hadn’t been able to do anything except react to him. His cock was gorgeous and I wanted to taste it, to suck it, but I wanted it in my arse more.
Slowly, he pushed into me, the stretch soamazing that I reached for my cock. He grabbed my wrist and pinned my hand down on the bed as he slid all the way home. “Come on my cock,” he told me, his voice deep and commanding, and I almost lost it right there. His hand on my wrist was loose enough for me easily to break his hold, but I pretended that I couldn’t.
He began to move, and as he set up a rhythm, pushing into me over and over, it was the best thingever.So good, that when he hit my prostate on one of his thrusts, I came without warning, shuddering with the force of it as my come striped my chin. Icouldn’t remember the last time I’d come that hard, and never so unexpectedly.
He stopped moving long enough to lick it off my chin, long, slow swipes of his tongue that were so fucking dirty I wanted to come all over again. He kissed me afterwards, sharing our mingled taste, and I wound my hands into his hair to keep him there. I never wanted to stop kissing him.
But he shifted his hips, reminding me he was still hard, inside me. “Fuck me,” I begged. I wanted him to pound me until he lost control as he came.
He started moving again, and I told him how fucking sexy he looked, how good he felt, until he was almost wild with need, the bed shaking with each thrust.
He slammed into me one last time. A guttural sound broke from him as he came, and I thought I heard my name.
I clutched him tightly, reluctant to let him go, and he moved just enough for his still-firm cock to slip from my arse. Then I remembered the damn condom, and had to let go of him so he could remove it and toss it in the bin before he lay down beside me.
“That wasamazing.”Finally, I found some words. “I’ve wanted you to fuck me since I first saw you. I was practically begging for you to shove me up against the nearest wall andruinme, and you hardly even saw me.” I snuggled into him and ran my hand over his broad chest, loving the feel of his warm skin and wiry dark hair. “But my God, it was worth the wait.Soworth the wait. Though next time, I’m definitely going to suck you because you have the most beautiful cock.”
He glanced at me, then looked away. “There’s going to be a next time?”
