Finally, when I was a whimpering, writhing mess, he pulled back, his chest heaving. "Okay," he said, his voice rough. "Okay. Your turn."
He helped me climb off his lap, my limbs trembling as I maneuvered over the center console. I knelt on the passenger seat, my gaze locked on his as I reached for the button on his pants. He didn't stop me. He watched me, his eyes dark and hungry, as he opened them for me, his movements slow and deliberate.
His cock sprang free, and my breath caught in my throat. He was long and hard and beautifully curved, the head flushed a deep, angry red. He was so much more than I was expecting, so much more than I had let myself imagine. A thrill, sharp and terrifying, shot through me.
I wrapped my hand around him, my fingers barely able to close around his thick girth. He was hot and heavy in my palm, the skin velvety soft over the rigid steel beneath. He let out a harsh hiss, his head falling back against the headrest. His hand came down to cover mine, his fingers tightening over mine, guiding me in a slow, firm stroke.
"Can I come in your mouth?" His question was a raw, ragged whisper, and it flushed me with a heat so intense it was almost unbearable.
I licked my lips, my mouth suddenly dry. "I haven't..." I admitted, my voice barely a whisper.
Something like exquisite pleasure, dark and painful, crossed his face. "Then I'll show you," he said, his voice a low, seductive rumble. "But only if you want to..."
And that was it. That was the thing that tripped the switch inside me. The raw, unfiltered desire in his voice, the gentle, unwavering respect in his eyes. He wasn't taking. He was asking. He was offering. And I wanted everything he had to give.
Without another word, I dipped my head down and took him in my mouth.
He was hot and thick on my tongue, the taste of him salty and male. I didn't really know what I was doing, not really, but I knew the idea of it, the mechanics of it. I’d had a lot of experience in other ways, but this was uncharted territory. I did know how to stroke him, though, and I used my hand to work the base of his cock as I swirled my tongue around the head, experimenting with pressure and speed.
He fisted my hair, his fingers tangling in the strands, his hips pushing up in a slow, shallow rhythm. "Relax," he murmured, his voice strained. "Relax your throat and I'll show you..."
And I did. I trusted him. I relaxed my jaw, my throat, and let him take control. He fucked my mouth then, his movements slow and careful at first, then faster, deeper, his hips pistoning as he chased his release. It didn't take long. His breathing grew ragged, his grip on my hair tightening.
"Frankie," he gasped, his voice tight with warning. "I'm going to come..."
I didn't pull away. I held on, taking him deeper, and when he came, I swallowed every drop, the hot, salty taste of him floodingmy mouth. I gagged a little, my eyes watering, but I didn't stop, not until he was spent, his body going limp beneath me.
I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked up at him. He was wrecked. Utterly and completely wrecked. His chest was heaving, his face flushed, his eyes glazed with a sated, blissed-out haze. And seeing him like that, seeing him so completely undone by me, unlocked something deep inside me. Something dark and powerful and fiercely, unapologeticallyme. I had done that. I had brought him pleasure. And I wanted to do it again. And again. And again.
“Archie…”
At my whisper, he cupped my face and at his urging, I leaned into his kiss. He didn’t hesitate to sweep his tongue into my mouth, nothing seemed to deter him, not even the taste of his own release. Why that turned me inside out, I had no idea. But I was already groaning as I held onto him.
“Give me a minute,” he whispered against my lips then kissed me again. “Because when I can drive, we’re going home and to my bedroom and we’re locking the door.”
“What about?—”
“No,” he said and the single syllable demanded obedience. “No one and nothing is getting in our way. You and me, Frankie. My bed…”
I locked my eyes on his and swallowed. There were probably dozens of reasons it was bad to push this there, but I ignored all of them. Because that was where Archie wanted me and I ached for him.
“Yes,” I whispered. “Your bed.”
“Fuck,” he exhaled on a long groan as his hand flexed against my cheek. “I’m already getting hard again.”
At the words, I glanced down to where his cock was already beginning to twitch as it stiffened. And I couldn’t help it, I grinned. “Good.”
“Good?” He raised his brows and my grin widened.
“Yes, good. I want to feel you inside of me.”
For the space of four long heartbeats, he stared at me and then he snagged my shirt from the backseat. “Put this on. We need to go home. Now.”
His urgency just added another flush to my pleasure and I dragged my shirt on as he zipped back up. My jeans were still undone and my panties were soaked, but even as I slid back into my seat and pulled on the seatbelt, I was utterly aware of his heated stare.
“Keep looking at me like that Frankie, and I’m going to strip you naked and have you on the hood of this car.”
That… didn’t sound like a bad thing, and I had to bite my lip to hold back the comment.
