Page 31 of Turning Tides
Archer laughed and kissed me lightly, teasing his mouth against mine for the briefest of moments. “Wait here. Don’t move.”
He slid off the stool and slipped into the back, returning a minute later. In the time he was gone, I thought about a million things. Mostlyabout what he planned to do to me. None of my thoughts were about moving, but Archer seemed pleasantly surprised to find me exactly as he’d left me.
“Oh, I like a man who knows how to do what he’s told,” he said in a husky voice as he approached. I didn’t know what he’d left the room to get and I didn’t care. Nothing else mattered when his hands were suddenly on me again.
Archer unbuttoned my pants, unzipped my fly, and unfastened my suspenders. All the while, I simply stood there trying not to come in my jeans.
Moving a stool, he created space for me and pushed me up against the bar, front first. My dick ached in my pants as he pulled my hands behind my back. Deft fingers twisted my suspenders around my wrists. It wasn’t tight, and I could have gotten free if I wanted to.
No chance in hell of that happening, especially when Archer slid his hand down the front of my pants and gave my cock a tug. I shuddered against him, yearning to feel more of him on me.
“All fucking night I’ve thought of these suspenders.” He pulled and they tightened for a moment before relaxing their hold. When he tightened the restraints, it felt like having his hands on me. Like he was personally holding my wrists. A shudder tore through me. I was powerless to stop the need that coursed through me. Shutting my eyes, I concentrated on the feel of his hand, his strokes too firm, too tight, too perfect. And then his touch was gone.
He laughed like I’d said something funny and then my pants were yanked down to mid-thigh and Archer pressed me forward, urging me to lean against my bar. A strong hand gripped a handful of ass cheek and he made an appreciative sound.
Pulling my briefs down, he let my cock wag in front of me, untouched and leaking precum. Suddenly slick fingers danced their way down between my cheeks and teased my hole.
“Oh fuck,” I cried, already close to losing it. My arms twitched in their bindings.
“Tell me you want me inside you,” Archer ordered. “Tell me how much.”
I laughed. My remaining brain power was being used to not come all over the front of my bar.
“Can’t talk, too horny.”
Archer also laughed, but continued to tease my hole with his fingers. His touch was maddeningly tender. Soft and careful when I wanted anything but.
“Naughty boys don’t get what they want,” he chided, teasing his fingers lower
I automatically widened my stance so he’d have as much room as he wanted to do whatever he wanted. Archer teased my taint with his delicate touch, and it dragged a needy, frustrated sound out of me. “All you have to do is tell me what you want.”
“You, in me. Please, Archer.”
His fingers moved back to my hole and he traced the rim with the pad of his finger before sliding it inside. It wasn’t enough and I let my displeasure be known with an unhappy moan.
“Use your words,” Archer chided, working his finger in and out of me at a glacial pace. The single digit intrusion was more maddening than fulfilling. I didn’t want some of him—I wanted all of him. I’d let him stick his fucking arm up me if that’s what he wanted.
“I need more,” I whined, pressing my ass back, chasing his retreating finger.
“More what?”
“More of you. In me. Please. I fucking need it.”
Archer gripped the cheek of my ass and gave it a punishing squeeze before pulling it to the side, parting my cheeks. Two fingers thrust up into me, fast and hard and oh so fucking good. My knees went weak at the intrusion.
“Look at you, all slutty for me.” He punctuated his words with punishing thrusts of his fingers. He pegged my prostate a couple times, driving me close to the edge before backing off. “Does my little slut want more?”
The bar was digging into me uncomfortably, but I’d take it if it meant continuing what we were doing. Archer must have sensed my growing discomfort, though, because he moved me and bent me forward, pressing my chest to the stool. His fingers abandoned my ass and I bit back a complaint. Not soon enough to prevent Archer from catching it.
Laughing, he slapped my ass. “Needy slut.”
Pleasure swam through me even as he undid my bound wrists. “Grab the stool.”
I did as he said and watched in fascination as I let him use my suspenders to tie my hands to the stool. Archer stood and put a hand in my hair. If he got any closer, I could suck him off at this height. I looked up at him.
“Let me suck you,” I pleaded. I wanted his taste on my tongue. I wanted to make him happy. To please him in any way I could.
He tightened his grip on my hair and stepped forward. My face was pressed against the bulge in his pants. “Do you want this?”
