Page 40 of My Darling Mayhem

“Oh fuck, just like that, Wren. Jesus, you’re beautiful.”

My chest heaved as I tipped my head back, my breathing came out shallow, and I began massaging myself in slow, measured strokes.

“How does that feel?”

I let out a breathy cry, “So good, but I need—I need…”

Archer’s hand slipped to my thigh, pushing my leg to the side for a better view. “Fuck, I’m going to dream about this for the rest of my life.”

He made an appreciative sound before lowering his voice and asking, “Your pussy must be aching…why don’t you come over here, straddle my thigh and get some relief.”

My hand paused, and with my eyes locked on his, I started to move, but his hands were under my legs seconds later, pulling me on top of his thigh. My underwear and panties stayed off to the side as I pressed my slick entrance over the bulge in his pants and began rocking my hips. The thickness underneath me was enough that I started to feel the ache in my pussy alleviate.

“That’s it,” he whispered, staring down at where we’d connected, “Ride me, beautiful. Take what you need.”

His hands were on my ass, under my sleep shorts as he pulled me against him, and then his lips were on my jaw, peppering my skin with little bites and kisses.

My hips rose the slightest bit, which pushed my chest into his, and then I readjusted so I was over his erection again. He was so hard, and the way he kept lightly moaning had me mirroring him with tiny gasps of pleasure. I continued ridinghis thigh, shamelessly rubbing against him, then, feeling bold, whispered against his ear.

“You ready to fuck me yet because I’ve been such a good girl, waiting.”

His eyes fluttered shut as his mouth dropped open, a string of curses falling from his mouth as his fingers tightened against my ass. I heard him muttering, “Yes and fuck,” which only encouraged me.

My tongue gently traced the shell of his ear as I gently moaned against it, then continued dry fucking him. “Think of how good it’ll feel to have your hard, thick length slide into my hot, wet pussy. Do you feel how soaked I am?” My hips rocked; my knees spread farther apart. “So ready for your fat cock to fill me?—”

Archer suddenly froze, forcing my hips to stop moving against him.

“Wren, I need—” His breathing sounded labored as he let out a frustrated sound. “Shit, we should stop.”

My eyes shot to his, my heart thundering in my chest.

“What?”

His jaw ticked, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath.

“I—” He cleared his throat, keeping his eyes off me. “I think this might go too far, and we should stop.”

I released my hold from around his neck and sat back, creating distance between us. A flush of embarrassment hit me as I considered how desperate I sounded and how filthy my words had been to him. I felt so humiliated.

When he didn’t say anything to contradict his objection, I crawled off his lap, mortified that I hadn’t been the one to stop it. I walked over to my sink and scrubbed my hands, trying to shake the way my pulse hammered in my wrists and my neck, almost like my shame was pounding through my body as heavily as bass in a song.

“It’s just…you had a lot of questions, Wren…and it feels like maybe this might be too much. I just fucked up your fence…our friendship isn’t even off the ground yet. This is the first civil moment between us since we met. I’d be angry if this ruined our progress or made it to where you didn’t want to talk to me anymore.”

“Okay,” I replied brusquely, focusing on the sink and the few dishes sitting inside. I couldn’t look at him.

“I’m not saying I wouldn’t want this…or more than this, but you have made yourself pretty clear about where you stand on things.”

He was right. I had made myself clear, and while I had considered letting that cement block around my heart crumble, it was a good reminder that it wouldn’t do me any good. He was trying to win a custody case, and I was trying to raise my son in peace, lacking as many complications as possible.

His shoes were suddenly on, and he was standing close to the counter as if he were waiting on me for something.

“Unless—”

“No, you’re right,” I cut him off, finally meeting his gaze. “This is better; we shouldn’t complicate things.”

He stared at me. His jaw worked back and forth before he finally stepped closer.

“I don’t want to stay out of your life, Wren. I might be asking too much, but I want the boys to play…I want to see you and say hi. Offer you a ride if you need it. Come talk to you about random, mundane things that don’t matter.”

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