Page 47 of Turning Tides
Chapter 23
Shane
Something had changed betweenus. A new connection had slotted into place like the final piece in a puzzle. After drying off, I threaded our fingers together and led Archer to my bed. Sometimes, in the middle of the night when I was alone, I’d questioned the need for a king-sized bed, but I was glad to have it now because I saw the fire flicker in Archer’s eyes when he looked at it.
It was a sturdy bed with a heavy wood frame and deep purple, rumpled bedding. I threw the covers back and climbed in. I stretched out on my back and smiled at Archer when he crawled in after me and snuggled up close. I ignored the way his proximity made my cock throb and twitch. If Archer needed that from me, I’d happily provide, but tonight I assumed he needed something else.
“Have you decided on my tattoo yet?”
“Mmhm,” came Archer’s reply.
I shivered when he started tracing patterns on my chest with his fingertips.
“I need to work on it. It’s not ready yet.” Archer’s fingers wandered lower, skating over my stomach. Shifting around, he nuzzled in against my neck. Hot breath ghosted over my skin. My name tumbled from his lips as his hand slid further down, inching closer to my eager dick.
“Shane,” he said.
Something in the tone of his voice had me tilting my head so he could capture my mouth in a kiss. His tongue flicked over the seam of my lips and he gasped a little, like he was shocked by something.
“Shane,” he whispered my name reverently then sealed his mouth over mine.
I’d never kissed anyone the way I kissed him, like he was oxygen. Like if I died right then, it would be okay because nothing in my life that came after could ever be as perfect as that moment.
Archer kissed me like we had all the time in the world. Like we were all that was left in the universe. We kissed like we were the universe.
Archer pulled away, breathless. His eyes sparkled like stars as I watched him lick the seam of his mouth, and then I captured the back of his head in my hand and it was my turn to pull him into a kiss, but this wasn’t slow or sweet. Archer answered the ferocity of my kiss with a growl and flung his leg over me. Once he was on top, he kissed me deeper, harder, almost in a punishing kind of way. Like he hated that he liked kissing me so much. His cock was hard as fuck and hotter than hell pressed against mine and I gave my hips a little thrust, grinding our cocks together in the tight space between our bodies.
“Fuck,” Archer gasped. “Lube?” he asked, even as he spotted it on my nightstand. He scrambled off me to retrieve it, but returned before I had a chance to miss the weight of him on top of me.
“How do you want me?” I asked, putting my hands on his thighs. I slid them up to his ass and grabbed a handful of his perfectly round peach.
Archer spread a liberal amount of lube over his cock, then mine, before leaning down and ghosting a kiss against my lips. He didn’t answer with words, just settled his mouth over mine, licked his way into me, and started grinding against me. Our cocks slid together and I pulled him closer. Tighter. Wishing I could fuse us together like this.
He rocked against me and the silky glide of his cock against mine pulled a needy sound out of me. Archer answered by rocking faster. The urgency of his kisses increased too. The sensations were overwhelming. Slick cocks and blunt fingers digging into my chest as he rocked forward again.
Collapsing down on top of me, he pressed his mouth against mine. The kiss was sweet, soft, different than the other times he’d kissed me during sex. The sex was different too. An undercurrent of energy ran through me, thrummed, throbbed, making every nerve in my body answer to his slightest movement.
Even this softer version of Archer was a force to be reckoned with. Softer didn’t mean less intense. His movements were long and languid. Sounds that I’d never heard him make tumbled out of him. Moans and whimpers, little gasps, and then a guttural groan as Archer wrenched his mouth away from mine. His forehead against mine, he started to babble.
“Shane, fuck. God, this is … you’re … I need …”
“Take what you need. I’m yours. I’m yours.” I sank my hands into his hair and held him in place. We were so close his features were blurred and all I could see were the colors of his eyes, the length of his lashes, and the gentle furrow between his eyebrows.
“I’m yours,” I repeated, unable to stop saying it now that it had come out of me. I’d been his since that first day we met. Since that first time he looked at me and gave me what I wanted and took what he needed. I’d been his all along.
Archer shut me up with a kiss. His thrusts had grown frantic, his easy pace lost to passion, and he rutted against me until he was crying out into my mouth, coming against my skin, all over my cock, like he was marking me as his. Snaking a hand between us, Archer grabbed my cock and jerked hard and fast, yanking the release out of me in sucha sudden way that my head swam. My lungs couldn’t keep up with the demand for oxygen and I whimpered breathlessly when my dick became too sensitive to be touched.
Archer collapsed on top of me and buried his face in the crook of my neck. Winding my arms around him, I kissed his hair and smiled when he made a happy, rumbling noise.
With a final kiss to Archer’s head, I rolled him off me and climbed out of bed. He propped himself up on his elbow and watched as I padded back toward the en suite.
“What, no cuddle?”
“If we cuddled like that much longer, they’d need the jaws of life to pry us apart.” I gave myself a quick wipe down in the bathroom and returned with a cloth. I’d intended to do it for Archer, but he smirked at me and took the cloth, wiping off his own junk before returning the cloth to me. I tossed it into the laundry pile and told myself that I absolutely would not forget to deal with it properly in the morning.
Climbing back into bed with Archer was strange in the best way. Previously when we’d hooked up, it was the main event. Now, though, the best part of the night was yet to come. I pulled Archer into my arms and kissed him, taking my time to map the contours of his mouth.
Eventually, he pulled away and pressed himself into my side, using my chest as a pillow. Now that we’d had sex, I wanted to tell him how I felt, but it was awkward without my walls down the way they were when Archer was rutting wildly against me.
