Page 67 of Edged
“Get on your knees then, Owen,” he rasped, the side of his shoe kicking out against the pillow.
Precum leaked against my underwear, the material long ago soiled and sticky with the wetness, only getting wetter when my knees hit the overstuffed cushion of the pillow at Archie’s feet.
“Do you hate it?” he asked, fingers still tangled with mine, cock throbbing beneath our hands.
I had to take a beat to catch my breath, to quiet the frantic hammer of my heart and the pulsing organ between my legs that hurt for how eager it fought against the constraints of my pants. Archie’s fingers were sweaty against mine, but his hold was firm and steady when I felt anything but.
I should have hated it, but as my muscles settled into the pose, I became aware of a flurry of new sensations. The tight heat in my balls raced up my spine and through my ribs like I was supported and held in place by something bigger than myself, bigger than Archie even. And I wanted to hate it because it was him and because I hadn’t been raised this way. I’d never wanted these things with anyone but…
I’d never wanted this with anyone but him.
I closed my eyes, covering my face with my hands and trying to make sense of the revelations that were unfolding in front of me, one after another after another. Had I always wanted this, even without realizing? Was this feeling right here what I’d been chasing? I had never been on my knees for Archie before—it wasn’t even something we’d talked about. But if I allowed my mind to go back to the beginning, back to the nights where I’d hid outside Mandy’s bedroom door and listened to the two of them be intimate, wasn’tthiswhat I’d always wanted?
I’d wanted his attention, his praise. I wanted him to control my cock, my orgasms, and wasn’t this, wasn’t being on my knees for him all part of it?
“It’s all right,” Archie said, voice soft and low. He stroked my hair back behind my ears, and his touch felt like electricity, sparking parts of myself awake that I never knew existed before that moment.
“What the fuck?” I whispered, the words catching in my throat. “What the fuck? What thefuck?”
“It’s okay to not hate it,” he assured, fingers still twined through my curls. “It’s okay to not hateme.”
I let my hands fall onto my lap and I went further to the floor, my ass hitting my heels. My cock still pulsed and twitched against my leg, not even the slightest bit deterred by the absolute cataclysmic explosions happening in my chest.
“What now?” I croaked, staring down at my hands, palm up on my thighs.
From across the room, I could hear leather against skin. I heard the soft whimpers of an orgasm being teased and denied, and closer still I heard the familiar sound of someone getting their cock sucked. I let my eyes close because experiencing all of my sensations at once was too overpowering, too consuming.
“You tell me,” Archie answered. “What do you need to stay right where you are?”
There wasn’t a single thing I needed that I didn’t already have, and there wasn’t enough money in the world to get me off my knees and away from Archie in that breath. With his hand in my hair, fingers trailing down to my face, the shell of my ear, I leaned into him and relished the quiet hum of approval that he made.
With the shock of the act and the pose wearing off, my arousal once again took center stage. Painfully aware of the throbbing, desperate cock between my legs and the orgasms happening around me, I knew there was only one thing I needed, and I needed it like air.
“I need to come.” I cleared my throat and angled my face toward his.
Archie’s cheeks were flushed, even in the dark of the room. He edged his leg toward me, placing the sole of his shoe onto the pillow and nosing the toe underneath my balls. I gasped, falling forward and steadying myself against his calf for support, which earned me another hum of approval.
“I need you to come too, Owen,” he said, bracing his hand around the back of my head and holding me against his leg.
It should have been embarrassing and demeaning, but it wasn’t. It was kindness and grace. It was Archie giving me exactly what I asked for as soon as I asked for it. It didn’t matter that there were people around us, and I didn’t care what they would think, to see me on my knees on the floor, humping another man’s leg to chase my orgasm.
“You’ve waited long enough,” Archie said, drawing his ankle in a circle that teased a pressure shift against my dick before drawing it back. I groaned, fingers digging into the back of his calf as the waves of arousal washed over me. Shuddering, I pressed my forehead to the top of his knee. My breath came in harsh pants, too loud and nowhere near deep enough to fill my lungs.
It didn’t take more than the slightest movement for the edge of my orgasm to come into sight. How did Archie always do it? How did he know what to say? How to move? How did he get me there easier than anyone else ever had? Than anyone ever would?
As cum spurted from my cock, soaking through my jeans and wetting Archie’s slacks, I couldn’t help but think it was the biggest unfairness of my life that the one man I wanted above all else was the one man I couldn’t have.
“Right in your jeans?” He looked down at me with a smirk, like he was equal parts embarrassed and aroused by me coming in my pants after dry humping his leg on the floor of a public kink club. “That’s impressive.”
“Is it?”
Heat flooded my cheeks and I rested one against his calf, looking toward the railing instead of the scene being put on in the corner. It was almost a sensory overload, with the smells and the sights, the sounds, all of it too much for the heavy ache that felt like it would never leave my balls. Even after an orgasm and even with the uncomfortable stickiness of my cum drying against the cotton of my underwear and the denim of my jeans, I was still hard, still ready to give Archie another orgasm.
“I mean.” He chuckled under his breath. “It’s a good start.”
Groaning, I shifted to ease the friction between my legs.
“You can take it out if you want,” he said softly, barely audible over the sound of someone else shooting their load with as much flair as I’d ever heard anyone muster in their lives.
