Page 46 of Inked Temptation
Archer grinned. “I don’t mind. Really.”
“Good to know.”
“However, I don’t have a condom, as I wasn’t prepared for this, so we may just have to be okay with the touching.”
I grimaced, my face heating as I slowly lifted my hand from his dick. He did the same, and I only barely held back a whine. “Actually, my well-meaning neighbor might’ve already thought of this.”
The other man’s eyes widened as I reached around him into the kitchen drawer and pulled out a new box of condoms, unopened and ribbed for his pleasure.
“I think I love Penny.”
I did too, but right then all I wanted was to let my gaze greedily roam all over him. “Apparently, she is a psychic and not just a hippie.”
“That’s good to know. Okay. I’m going to kiss you again since my hand is about to be on your cock again, and then we’re going to see what happens.”
“I’m all for that,” I whispered, and then his mouth was on mine and he was squeezing the base of my cock.
Somehow our pants were off, our shoes tossed into a pile, and he was on his knees in front of me. He gripped my thighs, and the sight of him, his dark head in front of my dick, his lips right above the glistening tip, nearly sent me over the edge.
When he squeezed me, I closed my eyes, willing myself not to come. I didn’t want to embarrass myself, but it had been so long since another person touched my dick, and here Archer was, expertly cupping my balls and hollowing his mouth over the crown of my cock.
He hummed along me, and I froze, doing my best not to shake.
“Grip the edge of the counter, don’t fall.”
I did as he ordered, and then his mouth was on me fully, and I was groaning, pumping my hips as I fucked his mouth, and he expertly gave me one of the best blowjobs I’ve ever had in my life.
He was by far the best man I had ever been with.
Archer continued to swallow me, and I reluctantly pulled away, my balls tightening, and covered the tip of my dick, squeezing.
“I don’t want to come in your mouth. I’m not as young as I used to be. I don’t recover as fast as you will.” There was a slight age difference, less than ten years. It sometimes felt like I’d lived a thousand lives, and yet right then and there it didn’t matter.
Only that I couldn’t come more than once in a row, and I damn sure didn’t want to fuck this up.
Archer grinned as he looked up at me, down on his knees, looking so perfect. I was fucking terrified. He stood up, and I cupped his balls, squeezing his dick, as I pumped him, once, twice, and he let his head loll back, groaning.
“Killian…” He licked his lips and I leaned down, kissing him hard before pulling back.
“This isn’t exactly how I thought about christening the kitchen, but I don’t mind,” I whispered, as I rubbed our dicks together, another friction, a sensation that made my toes curl.
“Oh, I could do this again, and again, and again,” he whispered.
“And what about now?” I whispered, reaching around and spreading him.
“Lube, fuck. I forgot lube.”
“Hold on, I have that too,” I mumbled, and as Archer began to laugh, I pulled out the bottle of the lube that sat in my kitchen drawer, and even thoughIhad been the one to buy this, it had only been for solo use. But now it was going to be for something more.
I opened the bottle, squeezed some onto my fingers, and as I met Archer’s gaze, worked us both.
He groaned before leaning down so his forehead was on my shoulder. We continued to rub against one another as I readied him. And then we were kissing, both of us moving against one another.
The sound of the condom opening forced my eyes open, and then he was running his fingers along the tip of my dick and rolling the condom over my length.
I groaned, my shaft pulsing as Archer moved to the counter, adjusting us so he was bent over slightly, and my condom-clad cock was sliding over his lower back.
“Is this angle going to work?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at me.
