“But…but…we can’t waste this night. MaeLynn and your mom are watching Lincoln. We have the entire night to ourselves. We can’t sit around, eating food and watching movies. We have to take advantage of this time while we have it.” I close the distance between us, stopping in front of him. “So why don’t you let me help you out of this suit?” I slide a finger under his suspender strap and slip it down over his shoulder. “And then you can help me out of my clothes and we can see what happens after that. How does that sound?” I slide the other suspender strap down and pull his shirt from his pants. “Hmm?”
His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, a muted groan filling this space between us. I slip my hands inside his shirt, reaching around the back to unbuckle the fake stomach he wore as Santa. I drop it to the floor.
“That’s better. Now I can touch your skin.” I drag my nails up his belly, loving the shiver that runs through him at my touch. “Isn’t this so much better than watching TV?”
I palm his length through his pants, making his head drop back against the bathroom door in a moan. “Fuck, Phoebe.”
“That’s the plan, Archer. Now, are you going to get me out of these clothes, or do I have to do everything myself?”
He snaps his head up, his eyes black with desire, and my stomach alights with a riot of butterflies. “Oh, honey. I’ll be taking care of everything for you tonight. I know what you like.”
His hands slip under my shirt and he rips it up over my head, forcing a laugh from me. He does the same with my leggings and underwear, sliding them down and off before I can react. He slides his arms around me and unfastens my bra, dropping it to the floor. He uses his grip on me to spin us, then presses me against the door.
He grabs a handful of hair at the back of my neck and tilts my head up. “Get on your knees,” he whispers as he runs his nose up the column of my throat.
My eyes widen at his harsh words, but a punch of lust hits me in the gut and my core throbs with need.
“My knees?”
He nods and a wicked grin creeps onto his face. “It’s time for you to apologize for teasing me the way you did. Now, get on your knees, Phoebe. Don’t make me ask you again.”
I waste no time dropping to my knees and reaching for his pants again. He pulls back.
“Ah ah. I’ll do that. Put your hands on the door behind you.” My stomach tightens deliciously and I flatten my hands to the door. “Good girl.”
Oh god.A rush of heat floods my panties, and I clench around nothing.Why do I like this so much?
Archer takes another step back, unzipping his pants and shoving them and his boxers down to rest at the top of his thighs. He grips himself and gives a firm stroke. A groan crawls up my throat at the sight.
His dick is as beautiful this time as it is every time. Hard, long, and thick, and sprouting from a nest of neatly trimmed dark curls. Moisture beads on the engorged head, and my mouth waters, anticipating the taste.
“Open your mouth, Phoebe.” Archer leans over me, one hand on the door frame above my head, the other stroking his dick with long, slow, measured strokes. My mouth drops open so fast I surprise myself. “That’s it. Tongue out, sweetheart.”
I let my tongue fall to the front of my mouth and Archer pushes his hips until he’s touching the tip with the crown of his dick. His salty, musky taste explodes on my tongue and I can’t stop my mouth from watering.
“You’re going to stay very still for me, aren’t you, Phoebe?” He looks down at me, his eyes black with lust as he wraps my hair around his fist. He must see my answer on my face. “That’s my good girl. Open up.”
The moan he makes as he slides into my mouth, right to the back of my throat, is so beautifully obscene I nearly come from the sound of it alone. The wetness between my thighs coats my legs as I press them together in search of relief.
“Ah-ah.” He pulls out until he’s barely touching my lips, leaving me straining to reach him. “Legs apart, baby. This is your punishment, remember?” I rush to spread my knees, adjusting my position so I don’t lose contact with him for a moment. “That’s better. Keep your legs spread and your hands against the door.”
I nod and hum my assent. The throbbing in my clit is so strong, my orgasm threatens to crest every time I clench around nothing. Without warning, Archer slides himself to the back of my throat, and I swallow hard against the intrusion, his answering groan causing me to clench and throb even harder.
“Fuck, Phoebe. You look so beautiful like this. You take my cock so well, don’t you, sweetheart?” I hum around his length, loving the way he twitches in response. He pulls back before thrusting back into my throat, his grip on my hair holding me still while he fucks into me. “Oh... Jesus, babe. Your mouth feels so damn good.”
I suck him back as deeply as I can without being able to use my hands, encouraging him with my moans to get in deeper. He obliges by fisting his other hand into my hair and fucking into my face hard enough for it to be just this side of painful.Yes, that’s what I want.Holding me tightly, he pumps into my mouth, pressing my face against his body with each thrust.
“Oh god, Phoebe. You love this as much as I do, don’t you? I can smell your arousal. Look at me, sweetheart. Give me your eyes.” He slows, pressing himself into my mouth, then dragging himself out with aching precision as I look up at him. “When I’m finished with your mouth, I’m going to pick you up off your knees”—he makes another slow pump in and takes a deep, shuddering breath—“carry you to the bed”—he drags his dick out slowly, and exhales while staring directly into my eyes—“and feast on your pussy until your legs shake and you can’t stop screaming my name.”
He buries himself in the back of my throat, coming with a groan as I swallow reflexively around him until he’s completely spent. His grip on my hair loosens, and he slides himself from my mouth.
“You have no idea how much I love that,” he whispers before pulling me to my feet. “I accept your apology. Now get up here.”
He bends low and throws me over his shoulder, forcing a laugh from me. “I’m not all that sorry, you know.”
He shrugs, hoisting me higher. “And we both know that wasn’t really a punishment.” He drops me on the bed and crawls over me, trailing kisses as he goes. When he reaches my neck, he drops a long, sucking kiss below my ear, setting a pulse throbbing between my legs and leaving me clenching around nothing again. “And we also know that this is my favorite place to be.” Archer slides his hand down my body, igniting tingles as he goes, before sliding his fingers into me, touching that spot inside that only he’s ever reached. He covers my lips with his and licks into my mouth with a featherlight touch. “Now, let’s move on to the second part of my plan, shall we? Because if I have to wait any longer to taste you, I think I might explode.”
He dives down my body, throws my legs over his shoulders, and buries his face in me, sucking my clit into his mouth, hard. I arch off the bed, the spike of pleasure nearly instantaneous, and he only has to circle my clit with his tongue once before sparks are shooting behind my eyelids and I’m screaming his name.
