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Intent to put him out of his misery, I took his cock into my other hand and brought him right up to the edge a third time before loosening my grip and pushing harder against his prostate at the same time.
Owen flew off the bed, screaming and cursing, his chest crashing right into mine and taking us both onto the floor. I was still half-dressed, cock out and jeans around my thighs. Owen was naked, covered in my cum and his own sweat, which he smeared all over me as he fought to regain his balance.
He was quick, but I was quicker.
I pushed up and over, shoving him onto the hotel carpet and digging my knee between his legs so his balls rested on the top of my thigh. He moaned, and he sighed, and he begged.
Hebeggedme, “I need to come. Please.”
“You’re just here for tonight?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
“Archer, yes. Please. It hurts. Ithurts.”
“If tonight is all I get, Owen, then I’ve got bad news.” I circled my finger and thumb around the base of his shaft, admiring the way his erection throbbed and strained for release.
“I need you to make me come,” he pleaded, the fight leaving him quicker than my orgasm had just minutes before.
“I will,” I promised. “Just…not yet.”
CHAPTER8
OWEN
There wasno decision I’d ever made around Archer that had turned out to be a good one. That was how I found myself covered in sweat, my wrists bound by a pillowcase, on the floor of a hotel room my sister had paid for, with Archer between my legs looking like he wanted to eat me alive.
“You don’t need to show off.”
I’d meant for the words to come out sounding detached and collected. I’d wanted him to think that even though I was physically affected by him, I wasn’temotionalabout it. But the commentary earned me a treacherously sadistic grin. I barely had time to debate the merits of calling my safeword when Archer folded me in half like a pretzel and buried his face between my cheeks.
I hadn’t been far off base with the assertion that he wanted to eat me alive.
Unable to stop the groan that tumbled out of my throat when his tongue speared into my asshole, I flung my arms around his neck, using the restraints to hold him in place. Archer may have been content to play the role of dominant partner, but I was no submissive. Begging and pleading for release didn’t give him any power over me, and I hoped he knew that.
I needed him to remember that.
Hell, I needed a reminder too because I’d never been with a man who ate ass with the focused intensity Archer was currently delivering to my body, and it was only a matter of minutes until the familiar heat had once again begun to pool between my legs.
“You’re going to make me come,” I warned, using my wrists and the pillowcase to pull him closer to my body.
He made a pleased little humming noise which vibrated up the length of my spine and propelled me closer toward the edge. But he shook his head until I released my hands from around his neck; then he leaned back enough for me to see his face. His eyes were hooded, dark, and the entire lower half of his face shined with spit and lube from how far into my ass he’d been.
Archer rocked back onto his heels and took himself in hand, ready to go again after his orgasm. He didn’t need to touch me. The heat and the weight of his stare was enough to feel like a strong hand curled around my achingly hard and cruelly deprived erection. I brought my feet back down to the ground, moving into a less revealing pose.
“Stay longer,” Archer whispered.
“What?”
“Stay here longer. Let me get my fill of you.” His lashes fluttered, dick shiny with precum.
“My flight is in the morning. I’m leaving tomorrow at five.”
Archer looked at his wristwatch and frowned.
“I’m giving you the courtesy of making sure you know that I’m not going to be here when you wake up. We agreed on this. Nothing that matters, just tonight.”
“Are you ever going to let me live it down?” He pulled his hand down the length of his cock, letting it slap up against his stomach.
“It doesn’t mean anything to me anymore,” I lied, and he pulled another condom out of his wallet, expression laced with frustration. “This is the only thing that matters between us now.”
