Page 9 of Ignited Spirits
While I’m not sure it’s convincing, Archer doesn’t press me about it.
He cups my breasts in his hands before running them down my sides to my panties. Hooking his fingers in the waistband, he starts sliding them down my legs. I lift my ass up to help him, and soon, I’m completely naked before him.
Scooting down, Archer shoves my legs apart so he can sit between them. He stares down at my pussy, his teal eyes darkening with hunger.
Brushing his fingers through the neatly trimmed blonde curls between my legs, Archer shoves one into me without warning.
I cry out at the unexpected sensation and arch off the bed. He places a warm hand on my stomach to keep me still as he pumps in and out of me before adding another finger. I can’t help but gasp at how full I feel.
With every thrust, his thumb brushes my clit. Pleasure pools in my core as I spiral higher and higher from Archer’s skilled touch. When I’m about to hurtle over the edge, he abruptly stopsmoving. My pussy clenches down on his fingers in protest as my orgasm slips away.
My gaze flicks up to Archer’s. He smirks at the confused expression on my face. I glare back at him until he begins thrusting his fingers once more.
My ire melts away as I lose myself in the sensations that bring me right back to the edge. Archer again stops just long enough to keep me from coming before starting up again.
I’m so on edge it’s painful, but I hold back my frustration, willing to do whatever is needed to come. When he stops yet again, I throw back my head and groan. The boy is going to kill me if he keeps this up.
“For the love of everything unholy,” I pant, my voice breathy. “Make me come, or I’m gonna do it myself.”
Archer gives me a shit-eating grin as he continues leisurely pushing in and out of me. He knows exactly what he’s doing and is clearly enjoying keeping me on the edge. “Good things come to those who wait, sunshine.”
I roll my eyes. Patience is one of the many virtues I lack.
Before I can come up with anything to say, he shoves a third finger in, forcing a moan out of me. All my thoughts scramble as he mercilessly thrusts in and out of me, driving me higher and higher.
I tense up as I get close, expecting him to stop yet again. Instead, he moves his fingers faster until I hurtle over the edge with a choked shout. My vision goes black as I get lost in wave after wave of pleasure.
When I finally come back to myself, Archer is still gently moving in and out of me to prolong my orgasm. He gives me a genuine smile before pulling out and licking his fingers clean. He groans at my taste before his face turns serious. “Before we go any further, promise you’ll tell me if anything gets to be too much?”
I clench my jaw and look away from him, hating that he knows at least some of what happened at school. “I’m not broken. I don’t need you treating me like I am.”
“Look at me, Isabel,” Archer barks, his tone sharper than I’ve ever heard from him. I snap my gaze to his, surprised at my normally laid-back mate’s demand. “Ineversaid you were broken, and that’s not even close to what I think. You are the furthest thing from it. You’ve been through things that would’ve crushed a lesser person. And you’ve not only survived but managed to continue to be an amazing person. You’re strong, kind, compassionate, smart, hilarious, willing to go to the ends of the Earth for those you care about, and so much more.”
I throw an arm over my face to hide from his words and the blush I know is creeping up. “Stop being so damn sweet.”
When he doesn’t say anything for a beat, I hesitantly peek around my arm to see him staring at me.
One side of his mouth quirks up when I meet his gaze. “Never, sunshine. I’ll spend the rest of my life telling you how awesome you are. Maybe one of these days, you’ll start to believe it.” His smile drops, and he levels me with an uncharacteristically serious look. “I know you don’t wanna talk about any of it yet, and I respect your choice. But I need you to know that I will always stop when you tell me to, no matter what. Okay?”
I nod mutely because the words get stuck in my throat. I don’t want any of my mates to know what happened, because I don’t want their pity or judgment. Or, even worse, them not wanting me anymore.
But neither Bishop nor Archer has reacted with disgust or condemnation. They’ve both just wanted me to know that they’re different from Mason, Richard, and Tyler.
The lack of negative reaction makes me think that it might be okay that they know, but I’m honestly too overwhelmed with everything else to analyze it much.
Flashing me a wolfish grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, Archer surprises me by looping his arms around me. He then rolls us so that he’s on his back with me on top of him. Reading the confusion on my face, he smiles softly at me. “You’re in control here, so you get to set the pace.”
“Oh,” I squeak, feeling torn between the knee-jerk relief that I’ll be in control and uncertainty because I don’t have much experience.
His lips tip up in a smile. He then stretches his arms up and crosses them behind his head.
When he doesn’t do anything else, I reach for his jeans and unbutton them, my hands shaking slightly from nerves. All of this is still new to me, so I don’t really know what to do.
Huffing at myself, because it can’t be that hard to figure it out, I shove my hand into his boxers and pull out his cock. It’s so thick that I can barely wrap my hand around it. I move my hand up and down him, pausing at the tip to swirl my thumb in the liquid beading up there.
After a few passes, Archer groans and stills my hand with his. “If you don’t stop, I’m gonna finish before I even get inside your tight little pussy. And that would be a damn shame.”
My eyes widen because I didn’t realize I was getting him that close. “Oh. Sorry.”
