Page 80 of The Mentor
Our first five days in the city went by really fast. When I spoke to Christina, I was happy to tell her that the boys seemed impressed with what we had shown them in the Motherlands. The hotel pool was an especially big hit, and they went down there as often as they could.
Christina thought that made perfect sense: “They’ve probably never seen a pool, and I’ll bet it’s an upgrade from all the cold lakes they swim in back home.”
On Thursday morning, we flew two hours further south and checked in to a lovely beach hotel.
We were all excited to go down to the beach, but I needed something else first.
“Okay, listen up,” I said to the restless group of children. “I know you’re all eager to get in the water but I want you to remember the buddy system we talked about. Shelly, Finn, and Marco will take you now and you will listen to what they say, understood?”
The younger children bobbed their heads affirmatively while most of the older boys were impatiently shifting their weight from one foot to the other.
“Archer and I will see you later; we have some work to do to prepare for the afternoon lessons.”
“You’re not coming with us?” Marco shot Archer a look of pity. “But it’s thebeach.”
“I know, but hopefully this won’t take long.” Archer sent a longing glance after the group.
Biting my tongue, I swallowed my disappointment. Why wasn’t he excited that we would have some alone time? And why hadn’t he made an effort to be alone with me for the last three days? And worst of all, why was I behaving so irrationally? It was like I couldn’t think of anything else but him. I was hyperaware of his presence and every time he came near me, my pulse exploded. I would listen in on his conversations just because I liked the deep rumble of his voice, and more than once I had laughed at his lame jokes.
“So, what do you need me for?” he asked.
“It’s been three days,” I said with slight irritation. “Isn’t it obvious what I need you for?”
Archer blinked and tilted his head. “Wait a minute, this is new.”
“Hardly; we’ve been together six timesalready.”
“I meant you taking the initiative,” he clarified with an almost boyish smile erupting on his face. “I’m flattered.”
“It’s probably just hormones or something,” I said flatly, because there was no way I would admit how addicted I’d become to our lovemaking.
Archer’s eyes lit up and he moved closer to me, taking my hands. “What do you mean by hormones? Kya, are you pregnant?”
“Nooo,” I exclaimed with a grimace and lowered my voice into a whisper. “Of course I’m not pregnant.”
“How can you know for sure? It’s been a month since we were together the first time and you haven’t had your period, have you?” He was squeezing my hands and speaking fast.
I pulled my hands back since we were in a public place. “No, but it’s just a little late, that’s all,” I mumbled.
“Right.” He had a satisfied smile on his face when he nodded for me to come with him.
Maybe my hormones really were out of balance, because once we were in his room, I couldn’t get enough of him. Kissing him wasn’t enough, I needed to taste him. Hungrily, I nibbled on his earlobe, bit his shoulder gently, only to move on to licking his nipples and finally sucking on lower parts of his body.
Every time, I had made love to Archer, I’d grown more curious and open-minded. Until now he had always been in control, but this time he lay back on the bed and allowed me to explore him. When I finally lowered myself on top of him, he closed his eyes and opened his mouth in a moan of pleasure. Straddling him, I slid down all the way and let him impale me, stretch me, and fill me to the hilt as I leaned backward and rotated my hips.
“Fucking hell – you’re killing me,” Archer groaned and lifted his hands to intertwine our fingers.
I liked being in control like this and let out all my pent-up sexual frustration on him.
“That’s right, babe, ride my cock all you want,” he said in a raspy voice, his hooded eyes staring at my bouncing breasts. “Come closer, I want to taste you.”
It was arousing to see his tongue circle around my hard nipple, and I made a small gasp when he gently bit it.
“I fucking love your tits.” His words were mumbled because of the way he was licking my breasts while massaging them. “I see you walk around with those perky tits of yours, and all I want to do is grab you and pull you behind a tree to make out with you.”
“Then why has it been three days?”
Archer stopped what he was doing and looked up at me with a small frown that quickly changed into a smile. “We were in the city, babe, there were no trees.”
