“I like that you do. You in a pair of boxer briefs is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
He starts to strip and I bite my lower lip, watching as his layers are pulled from his body. With the soft lighting only bright enough to highlight the dips and valleys of his pecs and abs, he looks artful. When he’s down to his boxer briefs that are straining to contain his hard dick, he makes eye contact with me and holds it while he lowers them to the ground.
“On the bed.” He commands and I scurry to obey. His balls hang heavy and low as he pumps his dick with long and languid strokes, walking toward me. He eats me up with his intense gaze. “You gave me your mouth last time, now it’s my turn.”
He climbs over my body and lowers his face to my groin. Taking me in his hand, his lips wrap around my cock and my hips buck off the bed uncontrollably. Lord, give me the strength to not shoot off in three seconds. I count backward from a hundred, allowing myself to feel it, but not too much.
He moans from around me and the vibrations feel otherworldly. He palms my balls and rolls them around his hand, tugging ever so slightly. He takes me clear to the back of his throat and swallows, leaving me out of my mind. Not even counting is going to stave off this orgasm.
He lets go of my balls and brings his fingers to my lips. I suck them in my mouth, knowing what he wants. I wet them the best I can with a dry mouth. He uses the lubricated digits to probe at my asshole, working them in slowly but deliberately.
I try to think of anything to keep from coming. The dirty dishes in the sink, the bills I need to pay, the receipts I need to organize for my accountant, anything to stop my traitorous dick from spurting. But I’m too weak and it feels too incredible. I slap his shoulder in the international sign for I’m coming. Instead of backing off, he doubles his efforts, hooking his fingers forward to bump against my prostate and sucking my soul out of my cock.
I come so hard, my vision goes dark. My lips move and I hear sounds, but I’m almost certain I’m not making sense. He drinks me down, taking everything I give him. Just the knowledge that he would swallow increases my pleasure. I’m going to marry this man. Thankfully, even with the blinding orgasm, I don’t say that thought out loud.
He swirls his tongue over my tip, making sure not to miss even a drop before setting my limp dick down and crawling the rest of the way up my body.
“I don’t know what you expect from me after that, but I think my bones are gone,” I whine.
He laughs, the sound hearty and low. “You don’t have to do a thing. Just lie there and take it.”
“Spoken like a true man.”
“Damn straight. Where do you keep your supplies?”
“Top drawer. Nightstand,” I mumble.
I hear the tear of the wrapper and the squirt of the lube. Then he’s back, wedging a pillow under my hips to prop my ass up and spreading my legs wide.
“You have the sexist little asshole. I can’t wait to fuck it again.” And then he does just that. He takes his time but gives it to me just as hard as when I was pressed up against the window in my office.
Every thrust is purposeful and deep. Our eyes lock and my heart stops at what I see. The emotion and intensity are something I wasn’t prepared for. Face-to-face with Archer in this moment has me on the brink of ecstasy.
It has nothing to do with an orgasm because my body is spent. It has everything to do with the sparks flying between us and the dazzling swirls of two people connecting on a deeper level.
By the time he comes, I’m clinging to the cheeks of his firm ass and encouraging him to go harder. This man does things to me no other has before. What used to be a race to get myself off before my partner could is now an entire experience I never want to end.
“Fuck,” he grinds out through gritted teeth before slumping on top of me, careful not to crush my smaller frame from under his much larger one.
“I need you to do that again.” I stroke the top of his head.
“Right now?” he asks through pants.
“At least one more time tonight. Will you stay?”
“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
Archer
I don’t know how life can be so perfect and so wrong all at the same time. Kian and I are vibing so well together. He respects my boundaries and doesn’t pressure me for a commitment. We see each other every Sunday night for marathon fucking, a couple times a week we meet at Fran’s for coffee on my break, I’ve been to the club multiple times, and we text daily.
But while things are going so well for Kian and me, things with Sara continue on a downward spiral.
She’s drinking more, which she excuses off with her stress level. She’s short-tempered, not only with me but with her kids. They’re feeling it, too. They beg for me not to go to work every day, claiming their mom stays in bed and gets mad at them for being noisy. They’re too young to be watching over themselves and I see a familiar pattern beginning with Lou becoming protective over Emmy. The only difference between when Sara and I were kids is my niece and nephew have me.
So I make sure the nights I see Kian, I wait until after bedtime. I come home for lunch instead of eating with the guys at the dock. I do everything I can to be around as much as possible.
I try to talk to Sara, but she shuts down immediately at the mention of her divorce. Part of me is angry at her for treating her kids the way she is, but another part of me understands that she needs to go through the loss of a life she thought she was going to have. I can’t blame her. A year ago I wasn’t getting out of bed either. She just needs time and with more effort on my part, I can make sure she gets it.
Which is why I take a random Friday off work to take the kids hiking in the Beacon Island National Forest. It’ll give Sara a day to herself and wear the kids out so I can sneak off to meet Kian at the club later. One of the guys I work with has a teenage daughter who comes to babysit now and then. The kids love her and she seems to enjoy them just as much. It makes sneaking away easier.
We drive out to the forest and park. I pack Emmy up in some kind of hiking backpack I bought online and make sure we have snacks and bottles of water. We find the trail head for the beginner hike and start our walk through the lush trees and brush. Sun beams break through the dense forest keeping the temperature just warm enough to not need a sweatshirt.
“Watch this, Archer.” Lou climbs on top of a two-foot-tall rock and jumps off. He lands with a hmph and looks up at me like he did something epic. I hold my hand out and give him a high-five.
After a while, Emmy grows tired of being cooped up and makes me set her down. She giggles and chases Lou down the path, keeping me entertained. I’m sad Sara is missing seeing her kids with beaming smiles, finding slugs and spiders to inspect, picking out the perfect walking stick, and talking about the most random things.
Just give her a little more time. She’ll snap out of it.
“My feet are sleepy,” Emmy whines. I find a clearing for us to sit and have a snack. They happily chomp on crackers and cheese sticks while I pull out my phone.
Kian: You still coming out later?
Me: Definitely.
Kian: What are you doing right now?
I snap a selfie with the kids and send it to him.
Kian: Uncle Archer’s on duty, I see.
Me: Sara needed some time.