Page 24 of Turning Tides
He grabbed the lube from the nightstand and then knelt on the bed between my spread legs.
“Get yourself ready for me.” He flicked the cap of the lube open and I willingly held out my hand.
I smeared the lube over my hole, then pressed it inside. I made quick work of the stretch. If I were too loose, it wouldn’t feel the same when he pressed his cock inside me. I wanted just enough to keep the painaway, and maybe he knew that. Archer seemed to know shit about me that I didn’t know myself.
“That’s enough.”
I stopped the minute he said so and pulled my fingers out of my ass. “Good boy.”
Fuck. I love that so much.
He was going to be the death of me. I watched him concentrate on rolling the condom down his cock, then he slathered it with lube. Archer scooted forward a little, and then he was pressing against my hole.
“Open for me, Shane,” he said. “Let me in.”
He slid home with a gasp. I keened, reaching for him. I dug my hands into his hips and pulled him closer, tighter, and made him go deeper.
“Hands above your head.” Archer placed his hands on my chest, teasing my nipples with his thumbs. It was exquisite.
I lifted my hands above my head and then he was swooping down, thrusting into me as his mouth slanted over mine. Devouring me in a way I’d never been devoured before. I almost forgot myself and moved my arms, but I forced them to stay in place. I’d die if he stopped. His cock was perfect. So big. I was a contrary asshole because now that we were kissing, connected in all the ways two people could connect, I wanted him to put me on my face and fuck me through the floor. I’d let him walk on me if he wanted.
Anything.
I’d let him do anything.
“Don’t stop.” I panted against his mouth. My body was on fire from making myself stay still. I wanted to wrap my arms around him again and yank him closer. I wanted to flip myself over and lie prostrate at his feet.
Archer slapped the outside of my thigh and my eyes shot open. I gaped at him, stunned by his action, but not turned off. Not even in the slightest.
“Who’s in charge?” Archer slowed his thrusts, dragging his cock in and out of my hole at a maddeningly slow pace.
I wanted to climb the walls. Or fling myself off a bridge. Anything to stop the agony.
“You are.”
“That’s good. Now… ask me nicely.” Archer flashed a wicked smile at me.
It thrilled me to my bones to know that he was getting off on this as much as I was. Maybe more.
“Please, don’t stop. Please.” I begged shamelessly. There was no point in pretending that I didn’t want whatever he’d dish out and then some. “Fuck me harder, Archer. I need you.” I hadn’t meant to say that last bit, but it must have been fine because the next thing I knew, powerful hands dug into my flesh and Archer slammed into me, forcing me up the bed a little.
He grinned at me fondly, but also devilishly. “There’s my little slut.”
He reached up and slid his thumb into my mouth and I sucked on it like it was his cock. I could see the praise in his eyes even if it didn’t tumble past his lips.
“Please. Please,” I begged, lifting my knees up, drawing them closer to my chest. Archer took the hint and pressed his hands against the backs of my legs, folding me further in half.
“You like that?” Archer snapped his hips, pegging my prostate. I bit back a scream an my hands scrabbled for anything to grip onto.
“Love—love it.” My brain was overloading and my power of speech was the first thing to go. Archer sped his pace, brutally fucking into me without pause. He held my gaze and I almost looked away from theintensity of it. He was larger than life and powerful in ways I’d never dreamed.
“You look so good like this,” Archer said. “Sweet and sweaty and slutty and mine.”
I took the word mine, wrapped it around myself, and let it caress all the little parts of me that never thought they’d hear something as sweet as that said to me. I knew it wasn’t anything to be taken seriously. We said all kinds of things when we were naked and writhing and running on adrenaline, lust, and two working brain cells.
Minewas bedroom talk. Pillow promises. Sweet in the moment, but nothing to take to heart. Yet I wanted to. I kept that to myself. I didn’t beg to be his, even though it’s all I wanted in that moment. It wasn’t the present moment that was the issue, it was the millions of moments that came after that mattered. For now, I was his little slut. His good boy. And later I’d be his landlord. I’d be nothing.
I tried to be okay with that.
