Like a soldier following orders, I hastily divest myself of my shoes and pants. I don’t wear underwear, so I’m left fully nude. He stalks toward me, spins me around, and pushes me toward the glass. He takes my hands in his and flattens my palms on the cool surface. My eyes scan the crowd. I know they can’t see us, but with how clearly I see every detail of them, it plays tricks on my mind and heightens my arousal.
“You have lube and condoms in here somewhere?” he speaks softly against my ear.
“Top drawer of my desk.”
He’s back within seconds. I hear the cap of the lube pop open and then a squirting noise. He kicks my legs apart and pulls up on my hips, popping my ass out. Then, his fingers are working their way between my cheeks and rubbing circles around my hole. I gasp. It feels exquisite. He’s so dominant and forceful.
“How long?”
“Um.” I look down at my dick, not knowing what else he could be talking about. “I’ve never measured before, but maybe six or so inches?”
He chuckles. “I mean, how long has it been since the last time you fucked?”
My cheeks heat. I’m such an idiot. “Oh, uh.” I do mental calculations. “Six months, maybe? But you won’t hurt me. I, um, like to play with toys.”
“Fuck, I need to see that sometime.” One finger enters me slowly, pumping in and out. He must be satisfied, because then there’s two. And then three. His cock is girthy, so I appreciate the preparation.
He pulls out and I hear the foil of the condom wrapper being torn open and then again, a squirt of lube. The anticipation is killing me. I need this now and he’s taking too long. I drag my hand down the glass and then over to my aching dick. I need stimulation. Now.
“What did I say?” He places my hand back on the glass. “When you’re alone, this is yours. But when you’re with me, it’s mine.”
He wraps his calloused hand around my dick and pumps me a few times. My eyes roll back into my head in ecstasy. With his other hand, he guides himself to my asshole and at a snail’s pace, inches forward. It burns a little, but I associate that feeling with pleasure, so all it does is excite me.
When he’s finally balls deep, he says, “You okay?”
“No, not okay. Amazing,” I keen.
He thrusts in and out, slowly picking up speed each time he enters me. All the while, he jerks me off, staying in rhythm with his fucking. Then he does something that makes me lose my mind. He bends his knees to reach an angle that has him bumping against my prostate. I moan and whine. My balls tighten, preparing to release.
“Shit. When you clench like that, you strangle my cock. You’re making me want to come,” he grits out.
“Do it. I’m almost there.”
He picks up the pace, his grip tightening around my dick. It’s all I needed. I come. Hard. My eyes squeeze tight and my head falls back, and my breaths coming out in short spurts. Archer lets out a series of expletives that tell me he’s coming too, and it intensifies my orgasm to know we’re experiencing the same thing at the same time.
He thrusts into me three more times, holding himself deep inside each time and grunting from deep in his chest. When he finally pulls out, I sink to the floor, collapsing onto my back. He does the same, falling next to me on the tightly woven carpet. He drapes his arm over my stomach and strokes my sweat damp skin.
“That’s a sight.” I turn to the window and see my cum dripping down the glass.
Archer takes notice too. “I’ll get it. I’ve got to ditch the condom anyway. You have cleaning supplies in here?”
“On the bottom shelf of the bookcase.” I’m glad he offered because I’m boneless and sated.
Groaning, he peels himself from the ground and disposes of the condom. I watch as he finds window cleaner and a paper towel. With him facing away and bending, I get a delightful view of his ass. Next time, I’ll make sure we fuck face to face so I can get a handful.
If there is a next time.
“Thank you. I guess I better get up, too.”
Nothing is said while we dress, but our thoughts are loud enough to cause hearing loss. I just wish I could read his mind. I don’t want to say I can’t wait for next time if he’s going to tell me that can’t happen again, and I don’t want to tell him we should just be friends if he wants to keep going.
Being gay isn’t a choice, but if it were, I’d choose girls. They don’t let you go too long before telling you exactly how they feel while men leave me guessing all the time.
“We didn’t get a chance to talk.” I pull on my T-shirt.
“Our bodies had a lot to say.” He shrugs.
“True. And I loved it. Don’t get me wrong. But I was hoping we could use some words, too.”
He rubs at the back of his neck, looking uncomfortable. “What should we talk about?”
“Want to sit?” I motion to the sofa and take a seat. He reluctantly follows. “We agreed to be friends, but we had sex.”
“I noticed.” He rests his ankle on his knee and leans back.
“What does this mean?”
“What do you want it to mean?”
“I like you, Archer. A lot. I know you’re kind of a mess and probably not ready to hear that, but I do.”
He blows out a breath, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward on his knees. “I like you, too. I don’t want to and the timing is all wrong. That’s why I’d like to keep this casual.”
“Okay.” The disappointment hits me right in the heart. I was expecting it. It was stupid to hope for anything else.
“I mean it, Kian. You’re a great guy and I’m obviously attracted to you. It’s cliché, but it really is me, not you.” He takes my hands in his. “I can’t make promises. If that’s not something you can handle, I understand. If it is, I’d like to keep seeing you. Hanging out and if more occasionally happens, then it does. You have to know it won’t lead to anything, though. At least not in the foreseeable future.”
I think about it for a long moment. Why do I think I want a commitment anyway? I’m the casual king. Ever since what happened with Jax, I haven’t wanted anyone for more than a night or two.
“Good thing for both of us, I’m an expert at casual. I haven’t had a boyfriend since high school.” The confidence I’d been lacking, fills me once again and I’m back to myself. I’m not relationship material. I’m young, I’m hot, and I shouldn’t want to be tied down anyway. This will work. I’ve got this.
Archer smiles, stealing my breath with his full set of white teeth and sparkling eyes. “Then we agree.”
“We do.”
“Unfortunately, I’ve got to go relieve the sitter.” We both stand and he leans down, kissing me soft on the mouth. “Text me tomorrow. We can make plans.”
“Okay.”
He leaves and I fall back onto my couch, an ache in my ass and a happiness in my heart.
Archer
“Archer.” A tiny hand shakes my shoulder, waking me up. “Wake up!”
I pry my eyes open. “Lou. What time is it?”
“It’s morning time. The sun is awake.”