Page 56 of Turning Tides
“No. I don’t.”
“Maybe he’s had time to calm down and we can explain.”
Archer stiffened in my arms. Lifting his head, he looked me in the eyes. His brow was pinched and he looked irritated.
“This thing with Cyrus isn’t only about you and me. It’s about him acting like a parent instead of my brother. It’s about a lot of things that don’t have anything to do with you. We were just the catalyst. The proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back.” Archer’s frustration overflowed, pouring out of him. I’d never seen him in a state of irritation quite like this one.
“Why are you smiling?” he asked.
“You’re going to be mad if I tell you.”
Archer reached for me. Wrapping a hand around the back of my neck, he pulled me down to him. Fuck yes, I could get behind him using me to vent his frustrations on. My dick throbbed, suddenly very interested in what was going on.
“Tell me.”
“I was just thinking that when you’re mad—”
“I’m not mad. I’m annoyed,” Archer clarified.
“Okay then, when you’reannoyed,you remind me of a hedgehog. All cute and spikey.”
Archer narrowed his eyes at me and the hand on my neck moved to my shoulder. With the slightest bit of pressure, I let him guide me to the floor. On my knees for him was exactly where I wanted to be. Sliding my hands up his legs, he nodded when I reached for his fly.
“I don’t look like a hedgehog,” Archer protested, glaring down at me.
“The cutest, angriest hedgehog.”
He gripped the back of my head and ground his cock against my face. I hadn’t freed him from the confines of his briefs yet. I opened my mouth, doing my best to try and taste him through the fabric.
“You need to talk less.”
“Do you have a specific way you plan to shut me up?” I looked up and watched Archer’s eyes flash.
“You have three seconds to get my cock in your mouth.”
I’d like to think that I did it in one second, because the minute he spoke, I yanked his briefs down and took him in my mouth. Archer swore. His hips bucked forward, forcing more of his length into my mouth.
“That’s right,” he encouraged me as he sank his hands into my hair. “Not so mouthy now, are you?”
Taking that as a challenge, I swirled my tongue around the head, then flattened it against the underside of his cock and took him as deep as I could go before pulling back to do it again. Archer’s grip in my hair tightened and his hips thrust gently. But I didn’t want him to be gentle. I wanted him to own me.
I pulled back and looked up at him again. His cock bobbed in the air in front of me, glistening and wet. Silent, I opened my mouth and didn’t move. It took all of two seconds for him to understand what I wanted him to do.
He grinned at me, looking feral, like a predator looming above me. My scalp stung when he shoved his fingers into my hair and tugged, yanking me closer. His cock slid into my mouth like it belonged there and the groan that tore out of Archer had me pressing the heel of my hand against my dick, urging it to behave.
“God, Shane. Your mouth was made for this.” He thrust forward, burying his cock into my throat. Tears stung my eyes and they fluttered shut. “Eyes on me,” Archer said. Commanded.
I obeyed, opening them and gazing up at him like he was a god that I was worshipping. A deity whom I’d gladly kneel for. He clung to me as his cock slid in and out of my mouth at a steady pace. Tears pooled and spilled, running down my cheeks. Archer swiped them away with his thumbs. The sharp predatory gaze was gone from his expression, leaving a softer look. Something fond and sweet and just for me.
“I need to fuck you,” Archer said. “Need to be inside you.”
I fucking whimpered because I needed that too. The turmoil with Cyrus had left me feeling shaken, I realized. And now that Archer had voiced that he wanted me, I needed him inside me. Needed to feel like he was choosing me, even though I’d never ask him to make that choice.
His grip tightened. My scalp sang, screaming as he tugged my head back. His cock came out of my mouth, but before I could protest, he’d replaced it with his tongue. His body curled around mine like a comma as he licked his way inside my mouth. I hoped I tasted like him. I wanted him to kiss me and know who I belonged to. I was irrevocably Archer’s.
“Get to the bedroom, get naked, bend your ass over that bed, and wait for me.” Archer released me and I scrambled to obey. Getting awkwardly to my feet, I half stumbled through the house to my bedroom, shedding my shirt on the way. By the time I was entering my room, I was flicking my pants open and shoving them off. Kicking them aside, I bent over and folded my arms on the mattress. I used the crook of my elbow for a pillow and looked over my shoulder at the door, waiting for Archer.
Seconds felt like an eternity, but Archer appeared, gorgeous and rumpled. His fly was still open and he’d lost his shirt on the way to the bedroom. Instead of making a beeline for me, he went to the nightstand and grabbed the lube and a condom.
