"I love how wet you get," Archer said in my ear, still stroking me. "I can't wait to stick my cock in you." He pulled at my blouse, unbuttoning two buttons and then yanking so the rest of the buttons popped off. He pushed down my bra, exposing my breast.
Archer sucked on a nipple, rolling it with his tongue as his fingers teased my pussy, dipping in my opening then stroking my clit. Archer moved up to kiss along my jaw to my ear. "One day," he said, his voice deliciously deep, "I want to watch you tease yourself, stroke your clit, with your legs spread while you moan and tell me all the dirty things you want me to do to you."
"I'll tell you right now," I said, grinding against him.
His hand left me, and he opened a condom packet, rolling it on.
"I want you to turn me around, push my panties to the side, and fuck me with that huge cock of yours until I scream."
He kissed me, grabbed my wrists, and pinned them above my head lightly with one hand, then pulled my panties down with the other. "Good to know," he said. "I'll file that away for future use."
I spread my legs, arching against his hand. Archer pushed inside of me, silencing my moan with a kiss. I strained against him as he thrust into me, his cock sliding against my clit, my sensitive nipples brushing his muscular chest with every thrust.
One hand fondled my breasts while the other grasped my hip.
"Faster," I begged, needing to feel him.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, nipping his lips and biting his chin as he fucked me. One of his hands gripped the headboard for leverage. I made high-pitched little whimpers every time he thrust into me. His hand moved to my clit, his thumb rubbing it as he kept fucking me. I moaned, biting his ear. I came, arched against him, the cry silenced with his kiss.
I lay there, panting. He gently kissed my breasts. "You have the most amazing tits." It felt magical being with him.
"I'm glad you're staying in town for a little while longer," I whispered to him in the dark.
"A little while at least," he murmured into my hair.
I felt weird, though. Why did he say only a little while so matter-of-factly? Was McKenna right? Was Archer just using me?
36
Archer
It was pitch dark when I woke up. My nose was freezing. There was something soft and warm next to me. I buried my cold nose in the softness. It shrieked and slapped at me.
"Why is your nose cold? It's the middle of the summer," Hazel complained as my eyes adjusted to the early-morning light that seeped in under the curtains.
"It's called air-conditioning," I said. "So you're not hot and sweaty while you sleep."
She waited a beat. "I thought you liked me hot and sweaty."
"I'll make you hot and sweaty," I growled, pushing her back against the pillows.
"I love your bed," she said.
"You'll love it more after I fuck you in it again," I said, kissing her. She shivered from the cold or from my touch. She was warm and still slick from our lovemaking the night before. I stroked her, slowly and deliberately, watching the pleasure bloom on her face. "As much as I enjoy making you come undone," I whispered to her, "I really think I want to fuck you again."
Hazel nodded slowly as I rolled on a condom.
"You're so hot and tight," I groaned as I pushed inside of her. She moaned as I thrust into her, her silky wet pussy making my abs clench. "Do you like this?" I whispered to her, loving that I was the one who could make her come undone.
Her hips pushed against me. The moans and whimpers she made as I thrust into her were intoxicating. She cried my name when she came, and I used my fingers to draw it out, feeling her shudder. I kissed her deeply as I came then wrapped her in my arms.
We lay there, breathing heavily. Hazel cuddled against my chest. She smiled at me and kissed along my jaw to my ear and down my neck.
"Maybe we should have gone to a hotel," Hazel said. "I don't have a change of clothes, and I don't want to do the walk of shame in front of your family."
"Only Greg will judge," I said lightly.
"Ugh," Hazel said, crawling out of bed. "I don't have any clean underwear."
