Page 73 of Inked Temptation
Archer slid his hands through my hair, and both of us groaned as I knelt before him, taking more and more of him in.
I relaxed my jaw and swallowed more, the tip of his dick brushing the back of my throat and deeper.
“Holy hell,” Archer grunted as I made a sucking noise against him.
He was big, slightly thicker than me, though not as long.
The fact that we had literally compared each other’s dicks one day in the shower made me smile along his length. Because we had laughed, then each of us had taken turns figuring out exactly how we measured up, both realizing that we were what the other person needed right then and there.
Perhaps he could be what I needed for more.
I wasn’t ready for that, and I pushed those thoughts out of my head.
Instead, I continued to bob my head up and down before Archer let out a sharp groan and tugged at my hair.
“I’m going to come.”
I didn’t pull back. Instead, I swallowed every inch of him as he came, hot and salty down my throat as he rasped my name, his body shaking.
“Okay, I wasn’t expecting that,” Archer said, his body slick with sweat as he took in deep gulps of air.
And then I was moving across him, kissing him hard on the mouth, before rolling him on his belly.
I opened the bedside table, pulled out lube and a condom as Archer dreamily looked up at me. “Ass up in the air, Archer. I want to see what I’m going to play with.”
“Whatever you say, sir,” he mock-laughed.
“You know, I kind of like it when you call me sir.”
Archer’s brows raised even as his eyes went wild. “If those are the games you want to play, we’re going to have to have an entirely different conversation.”
I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t believe I was smiling and laughing right then. After the morning that I had, here I was with another man, but I didn’t feel ashamed. It was just the two of us, enjoying one another.
I worked Archer slowly, preparing him for me, then I slid the condom over my length and slowly breached his entrance. My cock was so damn hard, stretching him, even though I’d already used two fingers to ready him.
I went slow because, no matter what, I would not hurt Archer.
That was my goal in life, in my existence. I could not hurt him.
And when he pushed back, so I was fully seated in him, I let out a raspy breath.
“You’re so tight.”
“Sweetest fucking things,” Archer whispered.
And then I was moving, and so was he. I pulled him up, so his back was to my chest, and I wrapped my hand around his newly hard cock.
I thrust in and out of him slowly, not going too hard, just hard enough for both of us to feel it.
Archer put his arm over his head, wrapped his palm around the back of my neck, and we turned our heads slightly to kiss, our mouths meeting at a frantic pace.
I kept thrusting as Archer moved back into me, and then I was coming, and Archer was coming, having come so quickly after his first that I couldn’t help but grin.
And I couldn’t breathe in this moment, knowing that he was mine.
As we lay there, knowing that our dinner was getting cold, the two of us sweat-slicked and only semi-sated, I was afraid of what was going to happen next.
Because this was too happy. Too good.
And I didn’t get good things. Not anymore.
The room grew chilled, but Archer didn’t notice, and I prayed he wouldn’t.
For this moment, I just had to hope he couldn’t.
