Page 23 of Turning Tides
But there he was, bare chested. He gripped his dick through the fabric of his pajama pants and gave it a squeeze.
Archer plucked the condom from my fingers and let his eyes wander over my body. “Strip.”
I’d never been fucking hornier or more willing to do as I was told. I unrolled the sleeves of my shirt, then worked on the buttons. I went slowly, letting Archer’s gaze wash over me like his desire increased with every inch of skin I exposed.
After I shrugged out of my shirt and tossed it aside, Archer stepped closer. He dragged the blunt ends of his fingers down my chest. “You’re a fucking sight. Look at you. So fucking big.”
Archer looked like he wanted to say something else, but he snapped his mouth shut. “Pants.”
I flicked the button of my jeans open and shoved them off, taking my briefs and socks with them. I wobbled when I realized I was still inmy shoes and those had to come off too. So it wasn’t the most graceful thing I’d ever done, but when I regained my balance and stood up, the look on Archer’s face made me weak in the knees.
There was something about him that I was drawn to. It might have been his confidence, or the way he accepted the things I didn’t want as much as he embraced the things I did. But there was more to it than that. There was a look in his eyes sometimes that made me want to take care of him. Maybe he didn’t let many people do that for him, but I wanted to be the one to chase the shadows out of his eyes.
“On your knees.” Archer’s voice was barely a whisper, but I obeyed anyway. Sinking slowly to the floor, I kept my eyes on him the whole time. He stared at me, daring me to look away.
Once I was down on the floor, he closed the distance between us. His hand sank into my hair and he pulled, yanking my head back. Now it was his turn to stoop down to meet my mouth. To tower over me and kiss me as though I were the smaller man. My mouth softened for him, allowing his tongue to sweep inside and caress mine. The whimper it tore out of me might have been embarrassing if I’d have given a single shit about that kind of thing. Maybe I would have, but Archer’s fingers tightened in my hair, pulling on my scalp.
Then his mouth was gone and my face was being pressed against him. He ground his hips, digging his cock into the side of my face.
“Do you want that?”
I ran my hands up the backs of his legs. Cupping his ass, I opened and mouthed his cock through the fabric of his pants. He twitched magnificently under my ministrations.
Archer’s laugh was deep and throaty. “Someone’s eager.”
He didn’t loosen his hold on my hair. My scalp burned and the sensation of it must have been connected to my dick because the harder he tugged, the more my cock throbbed and leaked.
“Take my dick out. Get it nice and wet for you.”
I pulled his pajama pants down and let them pool around his ankles. He stepped out of them as I was nuzzling in, burrowing against his skin, breathing in the scent of him.
“Do you need a special invitation?” Archer asked, pulling my hair harder.
I flicked my gaze up to meet his and if I hadn’t been kneeling, the naked want in his eyes would have knocked me over. The intensity of his stare was intimidating, but it was also invigorating. As was the moan that tore out of him when I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked him deep into my mouth. I took him all the way down to the root, my hands digging into his ass cheeks, and I held him there. Archer swore. He cursed my name, but never let go. Never told me what to do next.
“Oh fuck, Shane. That’s so good.”
I clung tighter, like I could wring the words out of him that I longed to hear.
“You’re sensational.”
I pulled back, satisfied with myself for earning the praise. Oxygen hit my lungs as I gulped in a breath. My head swam even as I went to do it again. Archer’s other hand came down to cup my cheek. The condom was still in his fingers, and I could feel it trapped between us. An annoyance, but necessary for now.
I gave myself over to the task of pleasuring him. Of being whatever he wanted me to be. He let me lead for a while, and I forced whimpers and moans out of him until he told me to be still. His hips moved. Slowly at first. Shallow thrusts that were more of a tease than anything. My blood raced through my body and all I heard over the sound of it pulsing in my ears were Archer’s ragged gasps as his thrusts increased in pace and depth.
I couldn’t look away from him as he fucked my face. I didn’t want to. Hell, I’d film this for my own personal private porn library if he’d let me. I’d never been the type to want to see myself get fucked, but I ached to see what it looked like. His slender form pulled tight. I wanted to see the lines of his body as he stood over me, not towering, yet owning me. I was putty in his hands.
And bereft when he pulled out.
Archer laughed at me, and bent to brush his lips against mine. “It’s been a long day, Shane. I want you in my bed where I can fuck the shit out of you then roll over and pass out for the next twelve hours.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Then get to the bedroom and get on your back.”
Stupid hope flared in my chest. As much as I liked being fucked from behind, I wanted to kiss Archer. I wanted to be wholly consumed by him, like breathing was a gift he gave me. I’d ached for it last time, that closeness that eluded me when he’d drilled into me. When we’d shared that sloppy, sideways kiss, everything clicked into place. I’d been hooked ever since.
I stretched out on his bed. One I’d bought, that Mickey had used, that now belonged to Archer. I’d never been in it before. The room was a disaster of half-unpacked boxes and a heap of clothes in an open bag in the corner, but everything faded to noise, then to nothing at all when Archer walked into the room.
