Page 58 of Kingston
I wait patiently until she finally meets my gaze. “I’m fucking with you, Peaches. But maybe a nap would do you some good, too.” I draw in a breath. “I try to sleep when my body tells me to, and it doesn’t do that very often. I’m kinda an insomniac.”
Her lips form a picture-perfect O. “I could go sleep in my own room, if you’d rather.”
“You could.” I work my jaw to the side. “I’m definitely checking out for a bit.” Reining in the urge to yank her into the bed, I pat the spot beside me. “But you can stay here if you want.”Bad idea, Archer. Very bad.
She fidgets for a moment before bending at the waist and grasping the hem of her sundress. Pulling it over her head, she lets it drop to the ground.
Oh, yeah. Horrible idea.But I guess I wouldn’t want to sleep in a dress either. I let my teeth drag over my lower lip so I don’t say a word. Instead, I pat the bed again, trying to be the good guy friend she clearly needs right now. The problem is, I highly doubt I can pull it off for long. I don’t want to be the good guy. I want to do all kinds of bad things with her. To her. I aim the remote for the window coverings at the windows and depress the button to bring them down and darken the room so I can sleep.
That’s if I can sleep at all now, anyway. I’m not used to having women in my bed for naptime. Sleep is kinda sacred to me since I get so little. I should probably have let her go back to her room.
I could swear she’s about to change her mind, but she proves me wrong when she climbs into the bed with me, wearing nothing but her lace bra and a pair of soft-looking panties. Curling up facing me, she lays her head beside mine, so we’re sharing the pillow. She takes a couple deep breaths before I hazard a glance at her. She wets her lips, then presses them together. “Have a good nap, Archer.”
I nod, throwing my forearm over my eyes, steeling myself against the desire to climb on top of her and fuck her to sleep.
* * *
I awaken to Elliot’s arm wrapped around my middle and her leg draped over my thigh. She’s precariously close to my half-hard dick, and the thought of it has me fully erect in no time. She gives a soft sigh in her sleep, nudging herself closer to me, breasts pressed into my chest and pussy nuzzled right at my hip. Her head is on my chest, lips grazing my nipple. Every slumbering exhale sends her warm breath over my puckering skin.
Fuck.I should have known better than to invite her into my bed. Because there’s no way I’m not having some of her now. I’ve been biding my time, but that’s over.
I’m particular with women, and I want her to come to me. I want it to be her goddamn idea. Is that too much to ask? I offered her my bed. But she was the one who decided to stay. She was the one who took off her dress. I let out a sigh. So maybe we’re heading in the right direction.
I look around but can’t get a good feel for how long we’ve slept with the shades drawn. My phone is still in my pants, and I don’t have a fucking clock in here, except on my computer across the room or my wristwatch that’s on top of my dresser. Could be three o’clock in the afternoon, could be midnight for all I know.
My breathing falters as I look down on Elliot’s sleeping form. She’s got the most bangin’ curves but this tiny waist. The swallow I work down my throat is painful. Stop. Don’t do it. Don’t touch.
Then, as if it has a mind of its own, my hand reaches across my chest, the back of my fingers grazing the slope of her breast. With the way she’s situated, her bra is gaping and I have the perfect view of her nipple, which I can see more and more clearly the longer my eyes acclimate to the dark room.
Her leg shifts higher and higher. Contact. She’s made contact with my dick.Fuck.I breathe out carefully then grit my teeth—everything I can think of to prevent the inevitable until I’m about to go out of my mind. When I can’t stand it any longer, I dip my hand into my boxer briefs and slowly begin to jerk myself.
With Elliot’s warm body at my side, everything intensifies. My hand on my dick has never felt better and a groan threatens to rumble from my chest. I suck in air through clenched teeth.
“Archer, are you doing what I think you’re doing?” Elliot’s quiet voice makes me pause, but only for a moment.
Fuuuck.I keep going, pulling hard on my dick and twisting my wrist a bit when I get to the tip. “Elliot,” I breathe out her name.
“Mmm?”
“I’m always kinda horny, but you make my cock so damn hard.”
She doesn’t say anything for a beat, then she whispers, “Really?” Her tone is inquisitive. Curious.
“Yeah.” Now that she’s awake, I groan.
She pushes up, squinting to see the movement of my hand in the dark. “I’ve never watched a guy, um…” Her eyelashes flutter as she stares, her words dropping off.
I continue to slide my hand over my cock with a firm grip. “Masturbate. Say it.”
She wets her lips, hesitating only a split second. “Masturbate.”
I’ve palmed my dick in front of her before and have even gotten off while she was unaware I was watching her. But I’ve never done it while she was watchingme.It’s a heady fucking idea.
“Will you show me?”
Is she kidding? Not even bothering to answer, I shove my underwear down a little and pull out my aching dick. I slowly resume stroking it while she watches. Pre-cum oozes from the tip.
“Can I…” She lifts her hand as if she wants to touch me, then pulls back.
