My hands slip under her sweatshirt, gliding up over her sides until my thumbs reach just underneath her breasts, and I let out a groan when I realize she isn’t wearing a bra. I cup her in my palms, and she shivers as I thumb her nipples.
I want to see her.
I watch her face as I drop my hands, reaching for the hem of her sweatshirt, making my intentions clear. When she nods, I pull it over her head, leaving her bare from the waist up.
I take a moment to fully appreciate her. Her eyes are bright, cheeks flushed, her lips all swollen and puffy. My gaze travels to her throat, the sight of her pale skin decorated with my marks makes me fucking feral with the need to possess her.
Her perfect round breasts sit full and heavy, tipped with soft pink nipples. I swear, she is the most beautiful thing I have ever laid my eyes on. A goddamn goddess.
Why someone so perfect would allow these stained hands to touch her like this, I don’t know, but for now I decide not to question it. Instead, I choose to fall into this temporary bliss as I worship her.
“You are so fucking stunning,” I tell her before leaning down to take one of her perfect nipples into my mouth, licking and sucking one, then the other, until she’s a writhing, whimpering mess. She’s so responsive to my touch, and I love it. I bet I could even make her come this way alone.
I continue to lavish attention on her breasts, her hips rolling faster as she grinds her pussy up and down my hard length, seeking out that friction she needs to come.
“Oh God…” she moans when I slip my hand between us, rubbing her over her leggings.
Keeping firm and even pressure, I stroke her clit as she continues to ride my hand.
I greedily drink down her delicious little noises with my mouth before biting and licking my way back down her neck and across her chest.
Her legs begin to shake, and I can tell she’s getting close.
“That’s it, baby. Take what you need. I want to see you come for me.” I say before leaning down to take her nipple into my mouth, biting down gently on the hardened nub as she falls apart in my arms.
“Archer!” she cries, throwing her head back as shescreams my name. I watch in awe as she rides out her pleasure.
“So. Fucking. Stunning,” I praise.
Her dazed eyes open at the sound of my voice, and she straightens slowly, a look of wonder and awe on her face.
“Oh my God. That was…I mean, I’ve never…” she trails off with a shake of her head. I open my mouth to asknever what?but I don’t get the chance as the blaring sound of my phone ringing interrupts me.
My plan is to just ignore it, not yet ready to let her go, but I can tell by the way her arms come up to cover herself that the moment is ruined.
Reluctantly, I release her, and she scrambles off my lap.
I dig my phone from my pocket to see it’s my cockblock of a brother—Jayce.
“What?” I bark into the phone, my voice coming out sharper than intended, but in this situation, I think it’s justified.
“Damn, dude… What crawled up your ass this morning?” Jayce responds.
Never pulling my eyes from Maggie, I watch as she collects her shirt from the floor and clutches it to her chest, looking anywhere but at me. Now that won’t do.
I grab her wrist before she can get away, pulling her into me.
“This isn’t over,” I mouth to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead before finally letting her go. She blinks those big green eyes at me, and fuck, all I want to do is just kiss heragain, but the sound of my brother’s annoying voice breaks the spell.
“Uh…Archer? You still there?”
“Yea. I’m here,” I respond, watching Maggie’s retreating backside as she flees the kitchen and runs up the stairs. “But you have shit timing, you know that?” I say tersely, rearranging my erection before heading down the hall to my office.
“Shit, man—I’m sorry. You need me to call you back?” He acts apologetic, but I swear, the bastard is laughing at me. “Please tell me it’s your sexy little house guest.”
“That’s none of your damn business.”
“I’ll take that as a yes then. Good for you. I’m glad you’re finally taking my advice and?—"