Page 32 of Turning Tides
“Please,” was all I managed to say. “Please.”
“Then you’ll have to be a good little slut and earn it.”
Archer stepped away and, rather than making me beg for his touch, his fingers returned, breaching me. I arched and pressed against himthe best I could. Sweat beaded on my forehead. The back of my neck. Goosebumps erupted on my skin as I fucked myself on his fingers.
He pressed himself against my side, letting me feel the hard length of his cock against my leg as he reached around. He gave me one stroke, made a noise in the back of his throat, then withdrew his hand. I heard him spit and then his touch returned. Archer bent the fingers that were in my ass at the same time as he wrapped his other hand around my leaking cock.
“That’s better,” he said. Suddenly his hand moved and he jerked me fast, sending me close to the edge with every rough tug. And just when I thought of going over, he stopped. Squeezing the base of my dick, he prevented my release. The evil bastard didn’t stop pegging my prostate with his other hand.
I was ruined. Wrecked. Gripping onto the barstool, I thrust back, keening and whining when his hand wasn’t moving fast enough, hard enough, going deep enough. I wanted him to fill me. I wanted to ache for days after.
The suspenders bit into my wrists when I tried to reach for Archer. Noticing what I’d done, he laughed.
“Need something?” His grip on my cock had vanished and he slid a third finger into my ass. The stretch was exquisite. The slight burn that gave way to intense pleasure made me feel indescribably good.
“More,” I whined, writhing shamelessly.
“More?” Archer asked. “If I gave you more, do you think you could come without me touching your dick?”
“There’s only one way to find out.” I turned my head and looked back at him, catching his heated gaze. There was something about the way he looked at me that I could never get enough of. Something about his touch that made me want to do anything to earn it, to keep it.
Something glinted in Archer’s eyes and his smile broadened. “What do I get if I make you come without touching your dick?”
“What do you want?” I’d have given him anything. Money. A house. A car. A trip to Puerto Rico. My fucking soul.
“I want to tattoo you.”
“I was going to let you anyway, remember?”
“Can it be a surprise?” Archer’s ministrations had slowed to a point where his touch was starting to frustrate me because it wasn’t enough. He knew it too, judging by the devilish look in his eyes.
It was a risky thing to do, to let someone ink your body without even knowing what they were going to do, but I trusted him not to ink a giant dick on my back.
“Whatever you want,” I promised. “If you can make me come hands-free.”
“Challenge accepted.”
Chapter 16
Archer
I should have strippedhim naked for this, but that was only my greedy lust talking. I rucked his shirt up with the hand that wasn’t in his ass so I could feel his skin under mine. My fingers followed the curve of his spine and, like a cat, he arched into my touch. The way he sought the touch of my hand was intoxicating. So were the little noises he made when I curved my fingers just right.
Currently I had three fingers inside him, but I knew he could take more. Maybe another night when we had more privacy. And more lube. I reached for the bottle I’d left on the bar and drizzled more onto my fingers as they slowly danced in and out of his hole.
He’d bartered his actual body with me and even though it wasn’t something I would hold him to, the trust in me was like a drug. I’d done little to deserve it, and yet he gave me so much. I wanted to hoard it all and amplify it and then give it back to him. Trust was a gift and I wasn’t about to squander it.
Once Shane’s ass was more thoroughly slicked with lube, I increased my pace. He moaned and leaned into my touch, so I fucked him harder. It was the middle of the night and the chances of someone stumbling upon us were almost nothing, but I had to taunt him anyway.
“Anyone could come along and see you like this.” Curling my fingers, I tagged his prostate until he whimpered and trembled beforeI backed off. “What would they think, I wonder? If they saw you like this.”
Shane’s breaths were ragged as they sawed in and out of his chest. I slid my fingers through his hair, letting my touch dance across his scalp. When Shane shivered, I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head back. At the same time I fucked into him harder. The muscles in my arm were burning with fatigue, but I wasn’t going to let up until I won.
“God, look at you.” Again I lamented that he wasn’t naked, but only briefly. There was something deliciously lewd about having my fingers up a man who was almost fully dressed while I was also completely dressed. Being out in the open added a level of excitement, but it was Shane himself who made this experience one of the hottest of my life.
“So responsive.” To prove my point, I gently dragged my fingers over his prostate again and again. And each time Shane’s moans increased. His voice was growing harsh like his throat was dry.
He seemed to be beyond the capability of speech. I released my grip on his hair and grabbed his shoulder instead. I anchored myself to him like that. One hand on his shoulder, the other buried in his ass. It gave me leverage and I pulled back slowly then drove my fingers into him.
