Page 11 of Turning Tides
“I have the same problem. I’m five-six on my best day. And I don’t care how magical some guy says his dick is or how much he promises I’ll enjoy it. I promise I won’t.”
I pushed myself to my feet and held my hand out to Archer. His gaze traveled up my body, clocking the hard-on I was sporting. Fuck it, I didn’t care about being in public. Okay, I did a little, because the heat in my cheeks had nothing to do with the sun.
“Are you coming?”
Archer grinned at me and handed me an empty slushie cup, then got to his feet. “Lead the way.”
In two minutes, we were parked out back at The Anchor. Archer looked at me in a quizzical way. “I hope you’re not planning a bathroom hookup.”
I scoffed at the idea of hooking up in the bathroom. “There’s an apartment above the bar.”
“No shit?” Archer followed me out of the car, his hands tucked in his pockets. I watched him glance around the parking lot.
“Cyrus won’t be here for a while yet. You’re fine.”
Unlocking the back door, I went to the top of the stairs and unlocked the door to the apartment. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Archer still there, leaning against the wall.
“You can change your mind,” I offered, relieved when he shook his head.
“Get in there before I fuck you right here on the landing.”
I hoped he didn’t see the way I shivered when he spoke to me like that. The deep gravelly rasp of his voice and the give no shit, take no shit attitude went straight to my cock. The way he grinned at me, sly and smug like he’d just uncovered all my secrets, told me that I was in trouble.
I pushed the door open and walked inside, trying not to look nervous. I was. Or awkward. Too late. Or that I was so horny I couldn’t think. I was that too. Archer flicked the lock on the door behind him, and the sound made me flinch. I didn’t know why. I’d had sex before. Random hookups. Relationships. But often there’d been a layer of disappointment, of not quite getting what I wanted. Of not giving into doing things I didn’t want, but walking away unsatisfied and sad.
Hands pressed against my sides, moved up my ribs. Archer mapped the span of my shoulders before dragging his hands down my back.
“You’re a big bugger, aren’t you?”
My mouthful of cotton wouldn’t let me speak. Archer didn’t seem to need me to say anything, though.
“Go get the supplies.”
My brain kicked into gear enough that I didn’t hesitate to follow his command. I went to the bathroom and fished around in the vanity for condoms and lube. I’d moved them back up here after Mickey moved out because in the back of my head I’d wanted to find someone to bring up here. That’s why I hadn’t rented it out yet, much to Kieran’s displeasure.
Wasting time thinking about anything but how much I ached wasn’t going to make it go away. I went back to the living room and found Archer standing there with his cock out. He stroked it, long and slow and stared at me as I approached. I walked right up to him and looked down into his face. He looked up at me and his smile grew like a slow-moving storm.
“You want a taste first?” Archer let go of his dick and grabbed the supplies from me. Tearing a condom off the row, he tossed the others aside. “Someone’s ambitious.”
He held my gaze, then flicked his eyes down. “On your knees.”
I went willingly. Clumsily. Half drunk on endorphins already. Archer’s hand was on his cock again and suddenly I had a fist in my hair. Gripping and tugging a handful, he held me in place and swiped the head of his cock across my lips. “Can I call you names and shit? Or is that like a limit for you?”
My eyes closed and I breathed through my nose as deep as I could. “You can do anything you want, Archer.”
I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Unless he tied me down, he was a lot smaller than me. There was nothing he could do to me that I didn’t want done.
Archer dragged the head of his dick against my lips again. A wicked smile flashed across his face. “Open your pretty mouth, slut.”
I opened. Already desperate to come, my cock throbbed in my jeans, trapped and unhappy about it. But I ignored it in favor of relishing every single moment of this. Of the harsh hold Archer had on my hair and the way he slowly slid his cock into my mouth, gauging how much room he had, what my gag reflex was like.
His dick was gorgeous. Long and thick, but without being something that was going to choke me to death or tear my ass apart. I couldn’t wait for him to fuck me with it. God, it had been fucking years since I’d been this desperate for it.
“Suck.”
God, fucking finally. I hollowed my cheeks and took him to the root. My hands slid up the backs of his legs and I cupped his ass, pulling him closer. Archer’s hold on my hair tightened and sparks of pain shot through me.
“Holy—fuck—slow down, Shane. God—”
