Page 12 of Turning Tides
I pulled back, releasing his cock. It bobbed in the air between us, twitching and writhing all on its own. He’d been close. I loved that I’d gotten him to the edge so fast. But I also didn’t want this to be over quickly. I changed tactics, teasing him instead of devouring.
Archer’s breathing evened out, mostly, as my tongue danced around the head of his cock. I licked him from tip to root and back again. Licked his balls. He trembled at the knees when I did that and he used my shoulders as a brace to keep himself upright. He gripped my face and fucked me with short, sharp thrusts then he pulled away and motioned to the couch.
“Get naked. Get comfortable,” he panted.
I watched him strip his shirt off over his head, then shove his pants down to the floor. He was thin and pale and fucking stunning. Defiantin the way he tipped his chin upward, like he was challenging me to look at him and find fault. Graceful in the way he motioned with his hand, ordering me to the couch.
I stripped out of my shirt where I knelt, then crawled over to the couch. Archer made a strangled noise in his throat. Upon reaching my destination, I stood long enough to take my jeans off, then I knelt on the couch, facing the back. I folded my arms over it and waited, legs spread.
Archer didn’t leave me waiting long. A warm, sleek body pressed up against me. Lips brushed against the back of my shoulder. My neck. Hands tickled down my side. Danced down into the crease of my ass. They pressed against my hole. Dropping my head down to rest on my arms, I took a deep breath, shocked at how shaky it was.
Archer stroked his hand down my back again, soothing me. Then the click of a lube cap and the telltale squelching sound came before the press of slick fingers to my hole.
“Deep breath, that’s it. Such a whore for me.”
I moaned and arched my back to stick my ass out, begging for him to keep touching me.
“Look at you, all sweaty and needy already.” Archer kissed my shoulder again. He worked one finger in and out until one finger was nothing. Worse than nothing. A slight intrusion that lit me up, but still teased me because it would be better if only it were more. He was driving me nuts. Desperation clawed at my skin.
Then another finger joined the first one and he stroked it over my prostate. I cried out and shoved my hand down to grab the base of my cock.
Archer’s laugh was low and smug, and he did it again until I was leaking and pushing back on his fingers. Fuck, they were spectacular. Delicate, nimble, strong. Capable of great and terrible things. A thirdfinger nearly undid me. Sweat gathered on the back of my neck and a drop slid down my spine. Archer licked it off my skin and hummed in approval.
His fingers withdrew abruptly, but then the head of his cock pressed against my entrance.
“Tell me you want it.” Archer held back. He trembled against me, his own need threatening to overtake him and rip him apart the same way mine had decimated me. “Tell me.”
“Please,” I choked out, half ruined already and Archer wasn’t even close to being done with me. He thrust into me with a long, firm slide that opened me the rest of the way. He gripped my hips and I grabbed the back of the couch as he pulled back before fucking into me again. Harder this time. Faster too. Releasing the death grip I had on the couch, I relaxed. “Please, fuck me.”
Chapter 6
Archer
Because people always assumedI was a bottom, I tried not to assume what role people liked to play in the bedroom. But never did I ever think Shane would be a fucking bottom, or that we’d end up here.
I dug my fingers into his sides, hoping they left bruises. Burying myself deep, I didn’t dare close my eyes. This was all a dream. A scorching hot figment of my imagination.
Shane keened beneath me, pressing his juicy ass into me. I released his hip and cracked my hand across one of the plump, lightly fuzzy globes. Shane whined. All his little noises made my dick throb. The only thing better than a beefy bottom was one who wasn’t afraid to make noise.
“That’s right. Let me hear you.” I slid out slowly, watching the way his hole wrapped around my cock when I pushed back in. I reached for the place where we joined and touched him there, on that sensitive ring of stretched skin. An unholy, unhinged, utterly depraved moan tore out of him. “That’s a good slut. Such a needful thing.”
Shane buried his face into the back of the couch. It made me feel cheated that I couldn’t see the look on his gorgeous face as I fucked him into oblivion, but with any luck, this wouldn’t be a one-off.
I slammed into him, gripping his hips to anchor him in place. I drove into him as hard as I could, again and again. My pace wasrelentless, and I did my best to drag my dick across his prostate as often as I could without making him come. Not yet.
Lifting my leg, I put my foot on the couch, changing the angle. I slowed my pace and smoothed my hands over his back. I had a thing for a sexy back and Shane’s was a fucking dream. Wide and unblemished, unmarked by tattoos. A beautiful blank canvas stretched out in front of me. I’d clocked Shane’s half sleeve when I’d walked into the bar the other day, and when he’d stripped and knelt on the couch, I’d spotted another on his calf.
I leaned forward and kissed his shoulder. I wanted to mark him up. The urge was there to leave trails of hickeys where I itched to leave ink. Fucking Shane unlocked this feral little goblin inside me that wanted to mark him and keep him. I put my hand between his shoulder blades and pressed down, giving the illusion that I was totally in control, that he was trapped under me, subject to my whims. My mercy.
I had none.
I fucked him long and hard until my leg quivered and threatened to buckle. I put my other foot back on the floor. Shane had devolved into this needy slut, incapable of speech. The only sounds he’d made for the past several minutes were a litany of whimpers and moans.
Too close to coming and not ready for it to be over yet, I slowed my pace and folded myself against Shane’s body. I slid my arm around his waist and reached around, taking his thick cock in hand.
“God, this thing is a beast.” I stroked him from root to tip, swallowing a sound of my own when his ass tightened around my cock. “Such a nice toy.” I swiped my thumb over the head of his dick, gathering a bead of moisture and spreading it around. Underneath me, Shane writhed back and forth, fucking himself with my dick.
I let my other hand drag higher on his torso. My fingers flicked his nipples, tugged them. Pinched and twisted and Shane’s motions stuttered and broke. His whole big, beautiful body trembled.
