Page 40 of The Proximity Effect

“Please what?” He knew exactly what I wanted, but he was going to make me say it.

“Please,” I repeated, my voice breaking on the word. “I need you.”

That was all it took. The spoon clattered to the floor, forgotten, as Archer surged up, his mouth replacing the cold metal in an instant. His tongue was hot and insistent, licking and sucking at me like he couldn’t get enough, and my body arched off the desk as pleasure crashed over me relentlessly.

He didn’t let up, and my fingers tangled in his hair as I rode out the aftershocks of my orgasm. Even then, he didn’t pull away, his lips pressing soft, lingering kisses against my inner thighs. My body felt like it had been turned inside out.

I propped myself up on my elbows, looking down at him with a satisfied grin. “Well, that was certainly a better late-night snack than ice cream.”

He stood up, undoing his belt. I watched him intently as he pulled himself free and stroked his hand down his length. Five pieces of metal glinted underneath his shaft, and I nearly stopped breathing.

He reached forward with his free hand and cupped my pussy, sliding his fingers through my folds. “Is all of this for me?”

“Yes.” A sharp pang of desire landed right between my legs.

He removed his hand, now slick with my wetness, and wrapped it around his cock. “Do you like what you see?”

Fuck. Me. That was hot.

I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. My gaze was locked on the way his hand moved over his cock with a slow, deliberate rhythm. The sight of him sent a shiver of anticipation rippling through me.

God, he looked so good like this, all control and barely leashed hunger, and I couldn’t decide if I wanted to watch forever or beg him to stop teasing and take me already.

Archer’s eyes darkened as if he could read my thoughts, his lips curling into a smug smirk that made my stomach flip.

“You’re looking at me like you want me to turn you over and fuck you until you scream.” His hand twisted as he stroked up and down his length. “Do you want to feel what these barbells can do?”

“Yes.” I sat all the way up and reached for him to take over, but he stepped back, just out of reach.

“You’re going to watch me get myself off while I stare at how wet I make you. Now, lay back and spread your legs.”

My mouth opened in shock, but he was serious. My pussy squeezed around what should have been his cock, and I made a frustrated sound in the back of my throat.

His hand worked his cock harder and faster. “If you still decide tomorrow that you want my cock, I’ll let you have it anywhere you want it: your mouth, your pussy… your ass. Now, lay back and let me see you.”

I leaned back onto my forearms again and spread my legs, bringing one of my feet onto the desk to give him a better visual. He groaned, and I bit down on my lip to stop myself from begging him to fuck me.

My breath hitched as Archer’s hand moved faster, his grip tightening around his cock. The sound of his skin sliding against his length was obscene, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. His gaze was locked on me, his eyes dark with hunger, and I felt completely exposed under his scrutiny.

“Spread yourself open and rub your clit.” His commands did something to me, and while part of me wanted to argue to see what he’d do, I quickly complied.

Lying back on his desk, I spread my lips and used my other hand to work my clit in firm circles. “Like this?”

“Yes. You’re so fucking wet for me.” His voice had dropped lower. “Match my rhythm.”

I nodded, my cheeks burning. Every nerve was alight with need, and I wanted him to fill me, but he made no move to do it.

“Tell me how much you want me.”

“I want you,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

“Louder.” His voice was sharp, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

“I want you!” I cried out, my hips lifting off the desk as if I could somehow close the distance between us. “Please, Archer, I need you.”

He smirked, his hand moving faster. “You need me? What do you need, Tessa? Tell me exactly what you need.”

“I need your cock.” My body was trembling with desperation. “I need you to fuck me, to fill me, to make me come.”

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