Page 57 of Turning Tides
“We can ditch those,” I said suddenly, not wanting any barriers between us. Not tonight. And if we were going to keep doing this, not ever again.
“Are you sure?” Archer asked. “Because I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”
“I was tested recently.” Heat rushed to my cheeks, even though there was no reason to be embarrassed. “I hoped—”
“I’ve only been with you since I was tested last. But it has been awhile.”
“I trust you.”
Archer examined my expression for any hesitation before tossing the condom back in the drawer. He circled around behind me, dropping the lube on the bed before running his hands down my back.
“Fuck, look at you.” He sounded awestruck. “So broad and gorgeous. This fucking back. I could come just fucking looking at you.”
“No offense, but that sounds a lot less fun than what I’d had in mind.”
Archer laughed and grabbed my ass in a punishingly hard grip. “Yeah, and what did you have in mind?”
He let go and smoothed his hand over the same spot.
I stretched my arms out and went pliant. Boneless. His willing subject, ready to do as commanded.
“Whatever you want,” I told him. And because I hadn’t said it in a while, I held his gaze with mine, hoping he saw the truth there. That he was it for me. I was his for however long he wanted me to be. Nothing short of forever would be long enough. “I love you.”
Archer grinned at me, and his eyes sparkled with affection and mischief in equal measure. “I love you too.”
I wiggled my ass at him. “Do you? You better show me.”
A sudden strike had my ass cheek singing with pleasure-pain. I sighed when he did it again on the other cheek. His touch turned gentle and he soothed the sting away.
“I wasn’t aware that you were into being spanked.” Archer looked pleasantly surprised by this turn of events.
“I think it’s you I’m into.”
Something glimmered in his eyes as his fingers dug into me, sharp and sudden. “Let’s find out, shall we?”
Chapter 28
Archer
Was it wrong ofme to want to take my frustration out on Shane’s body? Maybe. But right or wrong, he didn’t seem to mind. I’d never entertained the idea of spanking someone, not really, but now with him bent over for me and the warmth from the first two stinging slaps still tingling through my palm, I wanted more of it.
Tracing the curve of his ass with my palm, I chose my next spot carefully. I wasn’t yet sure if how into this he was, but my dick was on board with it. The sound that shot out of Shane when I spanked him a third time prompted me to spank him a fourth and a fifth before pausing to rub the spot I’d struck.
“Good?” I asked.
Shane arched his back, pressing his ass into my hand. His arms spread across the bed and he let out a sigh. “Fucking fantastic.”
My hand already stung from the first round, so I didn’t want to go too overboard with it. I didn’t want to rush into anything, especially with the way my emotions simmered near the surface.
Shane hummed in pleasure, his hips thrusting against the bed with each strike I gave him. I stopped somewhere around ten or fifteen because my hand was hot and stinging and Shane had a beautiful red handprint on his ass. I wanted to tattoo it exactly like it was so he’d always wear my marks.
Shane wiggled his ass. “Please, Archer,” he whined.
“Someone’s impatient.” Going to my knees behind him, I spread his ass open and dove in. Shane bucked when my mouth came into contact with his hole, but his surprise quickly faded as he pressed against me, urging me to go deeper.
Spreading his cheeks wider, I licked from taint to hole. Teasing his rim with my tongue made my entire body throb with the urge to bury myself inside him. Every move I made elicited another delicious sound out of Shane. He pressed against me, riding my face. I circled his rim with my finger, then eased it in. Shane keened and rocked back on my finger, whimpering in protest because it wasn’t big enough. I didn’t stop until Shane begged for me to be inside him and then I suddenly couldn’t wait another second.
Reaching for the lube, I squirted a liberal amount into my hand and worked it over my dick, coating it from root to tip. I spread some around Shane’s hole, loving the way the already dark hair that surrounded it turned a shade or two darker as it became slick with lube.
