Page 136 of The Sounds of Her

He takes his time spreading me with one finger, getting me ready for the size of him. It gets easier, and he gives me more lube as he adds another finger. My eyes roll back into my head at the steady rhythm of his cock and fingers, working me everywhere.

“You’re doing so well, Brooke. Are you ready for me?”

“Ye-yes,” I stutter.

He pulls out of me and the head of his cock nudges at my other hole. “Breathe in and out for me, nice and deep,” he whispers as he pushes in. He goes slow, whispering encouraging words to me, telling me to keep breathing. He plays with my clit with the other hand and before he’s fully seated, I come again.

Archer pauses, grunting. “Fuck,” he growls out. “Brooke, you’re so damn beautiful. You’re mine.”

All I can do is moan again as he moves, going deeper until his hips are against mine. He holds still.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.” I shift back, and he lets out another sexy moan. “Move Archer, please.”

“I like it when you beg,” he slaps my ass, making me cry out as he pulls back and pushes in, testing me before he moves faster. “Fuck, yes,” he groans.

Over my shoulder, I watch him with his head thrown back, his eyes closed as he moves. His thrusts get faster and his head drops, watching between us, then he sees me looking, and he stares at me, his eyes wild as he moves faster. I grip the sheets in front of me, dropping to my elbows as my body shakes.

“I’m gonna come,” he warns me. “Need to fucking come… Oh shit.”

He slams in and out of me and I come again on a surprised cry, pushing my forehead into the sheets as he pistons into me, then stops, letting out the sexiest sounding noise I’ve ever heard. He’s breathing hard as he bends over me, kissing my shoulder.

“Are you alright?” he asks, moving my hair.

“Better than alright,” I tell him.

Archer grabs my hand and squeezes it, then he pulls back and moves out of me. I drop straight onto the bed, barely aware when Archer gets up. He comes back and sits down beside me.

“Hold still, baby,” he says as he cleans me up.

When he’s done, he turns me and kisses my mouth before helping me under the covers. We can worry about changing them tomorrow. I’m not sure what oil he used to massage me, but I don’t care right now.

Archer lies beside me, pulling me into his side, wrapping one arm around my waist, the other holds my arm when I put it across his stomach. We lie in silence for a while, listening to each other breathe, our hearts beating against each other.

“I’m doing that again,” he says after a while.

I laugh huskily. Damn straight we are. It felt a lot different to normal sex, different but good. Although I’m going to hurt tomorrow. Worth it.

Everything about Archer is worth it.

“Where’ve you been?” I ask Archer as he comes through the door to his apartment, shrugging off his jacket and looking around at the complete and utter chaos he walked into.

“I had to run an errand,” he says, as a guy with a box walks towards the door. He steps out of the way to let him pass. There are three movers here taking everything down to the van, moving Nick to his new place with Elsa.

“For five hours? Avoiding helping with this, you mean,” I cross my arms over my chest.

“Nah,” he walks over and kisses the top of my head. “The sooner this guy is gone, the sooner you can move in.”

“Wow, thanks. I’m gonna miss your grumpy ass too.” Nick looks up from a box he is filling with books, treating them with far more care than he did the breakables.

“Dude, we can both agree, neither one of us can wait for this to be done.”

Nick glances at Elsa who is sitting cross-legged on the floor, looking at old photographs with an amused smile on her face. Realising everyone is looking at her, Elsa lifts her head.

“Look at this,” she holds up a picture. “Baby BreakNeck.”

I dart around Archer and grab the photograph before he or Nick can. “Oh my God,” I try to hold back a laugh. “You were all so cute.”

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