Page 74 of Turning Tides
“After what?”
Archer slid the suspenders off my shoulders. “After.”
He undid my suspenders from the front of my pants. Leaving them attached to the back, I let him position my hands, one by one, behind me so he could bind them there. It had become one of his favorite things to do when I wore them and, truthfully, I wore suspenders now just to see what new ways he’d find to use them.
I watched with hunger as Archer slid to his knees and tugged my zipper down. He stared up at me with his dazzling hazel eyes. The tilt of his lips told me how pleased he was to be in close proximity to my cock, which had gone from zero to three hundred in two-point-two seconds.
“Be a good boy and stay still for me.” He tugged my briefs down just enough to free my cock. His pretty pink tongue flicked out and he lapped at the head of my dick, cleaning off the precum that was already leaking for him.
I liked being Archer’s good boy. We weren’t kinky, not exactly. I liked a spanking now and then, and I didn’t mind some light bondage and dirty talk, but that was as far as we were comfortable going.
Archer was also comfortable going down to the fucking root of my dick, taking my length into his mouth in one talented move that had me nearly crumpling down on top of him as my legs quaked from the shock of it. Gentle, talented fingers toyed with my balls, cradled them as he sucked, hollowing his cheeks. Archer’s tongue swirled around the head of my cock as he jerked me with his other hand.
I wanted to sink my hands into his hair. I loved the way the strands felt between my fingers. How he looked devious and delightful on his knees with my cock buried in his throat. But he loved running the show and I loved letting him. I loved that no matter how many times we had sex, it always felt like each time got better than the last. I especially loved the way he never asked for me to fuck him and I’d finally stopped secretly waiting for him to ask me. Being with him,knowing he’d never want something from me that I wasn’t willing to give made me want to give him everything that I could.
His mouth was hot and skilled. The suspenders bit into my wrists as I tugged, wanting to be free so I could grip his head in my hands. Not to fuck his face, but so that I could anchor myself to him.
“Archer—”
Whatever I’d meant to say died on my lips when his fingers slid between my cheeks and probed my hole. Archer gently traced the outline of it before pressing inside me. Without lube, it wasn’t the most comfortable thing on the planet, but the bite of discomfort had a strange effect on me. I didn’t want to hurt, but I liked feeling him later. I liked knowing he’d been inside me. It was that thought that had my release lighting me up, pulling everything inside me until it was hot and tight and ready to explode.
“Fuck. Your mouth is a fucking miracle, Archer. Oh—God. Fuck.” I squeezed my eyes shut and sucked air into my lungs through clenched teeth. “Archer. I’m close. So close—”
He released his hold on my cock and balls and instead wrapped his arms around me, grabbing my ass and holding me still.
I saw white. And stars. And maybe my life flashing before my eyes as I shot down Archer’s throat. A life with him. One where we would grow old together, like the people in that movie we’d watched together at least a half a dozen times since the first time we’d watched it. I wanted that with him. Maybe not the restaurant and the crumbling building, though the cute alien-robot-things would be welcome.
I opened my eyes and blinked Archer into focus as he leaned back and wiped a stray drop of cum off his lip with his tongue. He smiled at me like it was the best flavor on the planet. He looked satisfied with himself. And happy.
Iwanted to reach for him and kiss him until he understood that he was everything to me.
Archer rose to his feet and unbound my wrists. He even went so far as to redress me. Righting my suspenders and tucking my dick back into my pants before zipping them up carefully.
“Does that mean you’re moving in?”
Archer rolled his eyes. “I already live here. I’ve just been stubborn about it.”
“Were you going to tell me?” I laughed and reached for him, intending to return the favor, but he twisted away from my touch.
“I was going to tell you before Brodie gets here next week. Now, let’s go to The Anchor. I have a gift for you and then we can eat. I have a craving for one of Cyrus’s bacon double cheeseburgers.”
“I hope you pencil in some time between those two activities for me to properly thank you for the gift.”
“You might hate it.” Archer said, giving his studio one final glance before tearing himself away from it and leaving the room.
***
I didn’t hate it.
Not even a little.
Archer had done the same thing to me and had blindfolded me and led me into his room above the bar. He’d tormented me for a few minutes, straddling my lap and kissing me softly, asking if I would love him even if his painting was ugly.
It was the furthest thing from ugly that I’d ever seen. Archer had painted the bar. More specifically, me behind the bar downstairs. I wassmiling and pouring a beer. Glass bottles of liquor sparkled behind me. He even painted my tattoos in vivid detail.
“He’s hotter than I am,” I told Archer, dragging him in close to me.
“You’re hotter in real life.” Archer circled his arms around my shoulders. “I didn’t know if you’d like a portrait of yourself. I almost didn’t paint it, but I couldn’t help myself. I started out with that one over there, but changed my mind.”
