Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77874 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Archer’s tongue is a welcome invasion in my mouth. He kisses me hard, arms around my waist as he backs me up to the bed. When my knees hit the mattress, I go down on it, forcing our mouths apart, and I feel empty again.
“Jesus, something about you gets to my head,” he tells me as he finishes tugging off his clothes. His cock is long and thick, balls big and heavy, and damn, do I want to bury my face in them, to be so good for him and work a load out of them.
I reach out, wrap a hand around him, stroke the dick that I’m dying to have stretching me out. I want to suck him, to taste him, to get on my knees for him, but right now my body is begging to be filled in a different way.
“Fuck, that feels good, but I want to see you too. Take your clothes off for me like a good boy.”
A wave of pleasure washes through me, my need for him almost frantic as I let go of him and rip the rest of my clothes off. I doubt I’ve ever been so hard, dick leaking, balls throbbing, body begging for more.
I lie on the bed, head on the pillows, looking up at him. Archer gets the message, getting on top of me, groins and torsos touching as he gives me one of those perfect smiles of his. “I can’t believe I have you beneath me.”
“You gonna do something with me or what?” I’m shaking with need for him.
“What do you like? I’m more of a top, but I’ve bottomed and would be willing to. Or we can—”
“Fuck me. Haven’t I said that already? I need… I want…” Fill me. Make me feel close to you. Don’t leave me alone.
“You got a hungry ass for me? Christ, East. There’s nothing I want more than to fill you up, to bury my dick so deep inside you, you’ll feel like I’m a part of you.” And then we’re kissing again, hard and urgent. I spread my legs for him, Archer’s tongue pushing into my mouth, my arms and legs wrapped around him as he thrusts against me. It feels in-fucking-credible, but it’s not enough.
I drop my head back against the pillow, reach into the nightstand and pull out my lube.
“Look at you, all ready for me. I’ll fill that pretty hole of yours, but I’m gonna kiss you too.”
He pumps lube onto his fingers, nibbles at my lip, sucks it, while he’s lowering his hand. Archer’s fingers slip down beneath my balls, rub over my rim. An electric shock of pleasure shoots through me, one that says fuck yes and more, more, more.
“Inside.” My voice sounds close to a plea, but in this moment, I can’t seem to stop myself.
He cocks his head, like my begging surprises him. That makes two of us, but I love that he doesn’t mention it. Doesn’t call me on it, and just like the good-boy thing, we just roll with it, figuring out what the fuck this is as we go.
Archer leans down, tongue lashing against my lips as he pushes his finger inside me. I push against him, chasing that feeling of being connected to him, like his finger inside me keeps me tethered to the earth.
“Fuck yes…another one. Give me another one.”
“Want more? Want me to stretch you out? Fill you up until you can’t take any more?”
Archer pushes another finger into me, and I nearly melt into the mattress. I don’t understand it, don’t know how I feel about it. I’ve had someone inside me before, been fingered and had toys and been fucked, but it never felt like this all-consuming need. That it’s about sex, yeah, but also about connection. Allowing someone to see parts of me no one ever has, allowing someone to ease some of the loneliness that’s lived in my bones for too damn long.
“Jesus. Yes. Keep going.”
He pushes his tongue into my mouth as he eases his fingers in and out of my ass. I can’t explain the thoughts going on in my head, the way I’m swept up in the feel of Archer on top of me, in me, and my brain keeps saying more, more, more.
“I…” escapes my lips when he begins kissing his way down my body.
“What is it? Tell me what you need…what you want. You’re being so good for me.”
I’m not. It’s ridiculous. But I like hearing him say it anyway, hope that if he says it enough, he can make it become true.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“I told you that.”
“Tell me again.”
“Fuck me. Fill me. Give me your cock.”
He pushes to his knees. “Jesus, that’s hot.” And as if he’s inside my head, as if he’s hearing me begging for something from him I’ve never needed from anyone else, Archer keeps his fingers inside me, not letting me feel empty and alone. “Condoms in the nightstand too?”