Chapter 9
9
Dash
Holy fuck, why is this guy so addictive?
Kissing Archie Levine is like getting the one thing I’ve been thirsting for, but instead of quenching that thirst, it turns me into a desert. The way his mouth is working against mine is addictive.
Every kiss, every touch, every traded heavy breath, all of it is creating a need I don’t know how to manage.
His heavy cock is hard against my hip as my fingers make a frenzied path down the buttons on his jacket. The costume is hot but so inconvenient. How did they have quick, dirty fucks in ye olde times?
I growl as I get the jacket open and have a full shirt of buttons to go.
“God damn, Arch,” I gasp, breaking our kiss. “It’s like you don’t want me to touch you.”
I get the cocky frat boy smile of my dreams as he grabs my shirt and flips us again. Having him press me to the door like this is really doing it for me. “Actually … I was thinking that we leave our clothes on.”
“Huh? That’s not sexy.”
He chuckles low and kisses along my jaw. “I can’t think of anything sexier than your pants around your thighs while I screw you up against this door.”
“Ah, so you think I’m going to let you fuck me, do you?”
Levine looks up at me through his thick lashes. “Pretty please?”
I groan because my dick gets hard over anything to do with him. Anything. If he’s ready to take control, no longer holding back from what he wants and needs, I’m ready to let him.
“What if I don’t swing that way?” I’m testing him because I’m an asshole and I want to.
His warm breath shivers over my lips. “Then I’m sure there are plenty of other fun things we can think of.”
I smirk and reach for my pants. “Lucky for you, I don’t think I’m capable of the word ‘no’ where you’re concerned.”
“Really?” Something lights up in his eyes. “What makes me such a special case?”
“Just call me a sucker for a sob story.” I drop my pants and turn to face the door. “I’m ready when you are.”
The touch I’m expecting doesn’t come, and when I glance back over my shoulder at him, his stare is fixed on my ass, and while there’s a hell of a lot of want there, he’s obviously conflicted too.
“What’s wrong?”
“I, uh, don’t know …”
“What you’re doing?” Damn, that’s cute. “Grab your lube, and I’ll talk you through it.”
“You will?”
“I could do it myself, but it’s hotter for me if you get my hole exactly the way your cock needs it.”
He hisses and rubs his palm against the front of his pants.
“What’s wrong? Gonna come before you’re even inside me?”
“I need you to shut up now,” he says, long strides getting him to his dresser that he rummages through until he produces the lube. He’s got it open and coating his fingers on the way back to me. “I can’t believe this is happening …”
“I often have that effect on men.”
The unimpressed snort sounds like a bull ready to charge. Then his fingers slip into my crease, forearm hitting the wall beside mine, and body pressing against my side. He kisses the hinge of my jaw. “I want to be the best you’ve ever had.”
“Ambitious of you.”
His fingertip plays with my hole. “You’ll soon learn that I don’t settle for mediocrity.”
“And yet you’re planning on fucking me anyway.”
His gravelly hum is right by my ear, and when he speaks, his deep tone floods me with warmth. “You are, hands down, the single most sexy, tempting man I’ve ever seen. I don’t settle. I don’t do things by halves. When my cock is inside you, I’ll be fucking you knowing that I have the ultimate prize on my dick.”
I shiver as his lips meet my neck. “Don’t think I’ve ever been called a prize before. A cheap hole is common though.”
His fingers leave my hole like he’s been zapped, but before I can pretend I’m lying and tell him to go back to thinking I’m a catch, his hand comes down on my ass hard.
I yelp at the slap, sure he’ll leave welts, cock throbbing over the intense pain.
“No more.”
“What?” I ask, trying to get my vision straight after that intense sting.
“No more sleeping with men who don’t know what they have with you. Like you said, together, like this, we’re equals. People call me a king in this world.” His raspy voice drops as his lips press against my ear. “So, if I tell you that you’re gold standard, that’s the only opinion that matters.”
The cocky confidence has me grinning. Has me feel like I could fly. This is what I’d been hoping a hookup with him would be like—taking whatever he wants, full control and assertiveness. There are some men I like to play with and take control over, but when it comes to Archie Levine, his world-ending confidence is one of the things I took notice of first.
“Deal,” I say, wanting to bring out more of his possessiveness. “I’ll make sure people tell me I have a gold-star hole before I let them fuck me.”
He grunts. “After you’ve had me, no one else will compare.”
“That so?” I turn my head so we’re eye to eye. “Sounds like maybe I shouldn’t let you, then. Since it’s this one time and I’m going to be ruined and all.”
He leans in, bites down on my bottom lip, and drags it through his teeth. His fingers reach down again, and this time, his finger meets my hole with more pressure.
“Push it in.”
He does, and his eyes flutter as it sinks into my body. “I’ve just decided.”
“What?”
“This hole is mine now.”
I’m too slow to smother my moan.
“You like that?”
“Shit. Apparently.”
“Do you like knowing that I haven’t been able to get you out of my head? That when I jerk off, you’re the only one I can think of? That I’m scared once I fuck you, that’s all I’ll ever want to be doing with my life?”
“It’d be hard to be a lawyer with your cock in my ass.”
He shudders. “I don’t care.”
It’s obvious he’s only saying all this because he’s horny and playing with an ass for the first time, but it’s nice to pretend. Nice to think I could be the sole focus of a man like Archie. So, I’ll play along and gladly indulge his fantasies, even when we both know that having a homophobic family isn’t something you can just get past because you want a bit of sex.
Because I can’t help myself, I ask, “What about your girlfriend?”
“There is no girlfriend.”
“Good. Then hurry up and get another finger in me.”
The first tiny crack in his confidence makes his forehead crease. “Now?”
“Yes.”
“You sure?”
“I’ve been fucked enough that prep is usually fast. Except for a cock as fat as yours.” Oh, look, there my mouth goes, trying to make him jealous again.
By the way his eyes darken, it’s worked. “Stop talking about other men.”
“There’s only one way to get me to do that.”
“Tell me.”
“Do me so hard I forget all their names. I forget everyone except you.”
He doesn’t need to know that he’s already given me that. Already made me hungry for him and only him.
Levine spears me on two fingers so suddenly there’s a slight burn. He presses them deep, fills me to the knuckle, and strokes over my taint with the fingers resting against it. “How’s that for learning?”
“Fuck me with them.”
He does. Thrusting his fingers in and out until they’re moving easier, he then adds a third. I rock back onto his hand, wanting and needing more. “Are you ready yet?”
“Yes. Put your dick in me.”
He shifts like he’s about to do it, and I laugh.
“Condom first.”
“Really?”
“Unless you’ve had a recent health checkup you wanna whip out and show me, yes.”
“Shit. Didn’t even think of that.” He pulls his fingers out, and my poor hole is left trying to clench onto nothing. He returns to rummaging through his drawer, and this time, he takes the crown off and tosses it before returning to me. Even with his jacket open and hair ruffled, he’s an impressive sight. Especially when he reaches down and undoes his pants, pulling his cock out through the zipper.
My face floods with heat. Body feels too tight and restrictive. I wasn’t lying about him having a thick cock. Reddened and swollen, the tip glistens with precum.
My exhale is louder than I mean it to be. “I’ll be honest with you,” he says as he rolls the condom down his shaft. “All I want is to flood your hole with my cum. You make me act and feel not like myself. I haven’t worked out if it’s a good thing or not.”
“My advice? Don’t think about it. Just get inside me and fuck me like your life depends on it.”
He presses against my back, heat wrapping around me and cock slotting into my crack. “I really think it might.”
“Let’s test that theory out, then.”
Archie’s lips press against the side of my neck as he reaches between us. The tip of his cock presses to my hole, and I sigh, relaxing into him as he presses forward.
“Holy fuck,” he gasps, teeth scraping my skin. “Fuck. Fuck .”
“Don’t you dare come.”
“It’s your fault.”
“How?”
“For feeling this good. My cock is in heaven.”
“Actually, I’m Dash, not heaven, but guys make that mistake a lot.”
He slams home with a grunt. “What did I say about mentioning others?”
“What did I say about making me forget?”
Archie’s fingers bite into my hips as he straightens and slams into me, over and over, like a man on a mission. Joke’s on him though, because I’ve already forgotten. All I can think of is his presence, the way he’s filling me, stretching my ass so wide it almost hurts, but every thrust has him passing over my prostate and making me see stars.
The music from the party is still pounding through the house, people shrieking and stumbling past in the hall outside, with no idea that I’m being fucked within an inch of my life on the other side of this door. I’ll admit that it’s a turn-on knowing Archie is the one behind me. That the prized Kappa frat boy chose to stick his dick in me, out of everyone at the party. I’m not getting all swoony over being chosen because I know how fickle men can be, and I’m not kidding myself into thinking it’s more than it is—I’ve dealt with closeted guys enough to know how it all ends—but for this one single moment in time, he chose me, and I get to ride that high of being better than everyone else.
Fucked-up? Why, thank you, I am.
But when you’re an average kid from an average family on a scholarship and working your ass off to get ahead, getting to be picked, to have attention, to be the one guy to catch Levine’s eye … yeah, that’s doing things to my dick I’d never admit out loud.
“How about now?” he grits through his teeth. “What are you thinking about now?”
Feeling evil, I say, “How this is maybe the third hardest fuck I’ve ever had.”
His grip tightens, nails digging into my skin. “I’m going to wreck you.”
“Less promising, more doing.”
I’m struggling to stay upright he’s fucking me so hard though. I’m pushing back into every thrust, loving the millisecond pause as he drives as deep as he can go before pulling back and slamming in again. Archie’s clearly not a virgin, but I’m getting the impression he’s been every bit as desperate for this as I’ve been. He fucks me like a man possessed, like he’s lost control over his body and is being driven by pure need.
Each thrust sends me into the wall, lighting up all the nerves in my ass, and the hem of my shirt is brushing the tip of my oversensitive cock in a way that’s driving me wild.
Archie’s panting heavily by my ear, and this weird moment slips over me where reality shifts and we’re no longer in a frat house or on campus or … anywhere.
White noise fills my mind, and all I’m aware of is the man behind me and the way he’s promised to ruin me and has.
“I can’t hold out much longer,” he warns, smashing through the high.
“Then do it. Let go.” I use his fantasy against him. “Fill me with your cum, Archie. Mark my hole as yours.”
“Oh, fuck.” He slips off rhythm, thrusts shorter and wilder as he pounds his way to the end. He cries out as he comes, random curses and mutters slipping from his lips before he slows and finally stills.
As soon as he sinks against my back, cock still buried inside me, I take his hand from my hip and wrap it around my dick.
He immediately strokes me, long and smooth, smearing precum over my length as the sound of him catching his breath hits my ear. He presses his hips tighter to my ass, speeding up his hand as he gains his confidence and sends my legs to jelly. His free hand wraps around me, and I’m torn between whether he’s holding me up or I’m standing on my own.
I squeeze my ass around him as my balls tighten, feeling so full and filthy and fucking horny. I’m riding the edge. Ready for Archie to send me over it. The arm across my chest makes me feel trapped, and I’m surprised by how much I like it. Him, holding me there while he gets me off because he wants to get me off.
An electric charge builds at the base of my spine as I drop my head back against his shoulder, orgasm building and building until it’s too strong to hold back.
Then, Archie drags his tongue up my neck, and when he reaches my ear, he says, “Say my name.”
The pressure releases. Cum floods his fists, and through the rush of brain-fogging endorphins, I force it out. “Archie. Fuck, Archie …”
His cum-covered hand grasps my jaw and jerks my head toward him. The kiss is possessive and wild, and I meet his madness with more of my own. My orgasm might have been receding, but the way I want him has only gotten worse, and my whole body aches with how much I need this to happen again.
No man has ever had this effect over me before.
I press all my frustrations into the kiss and tell that stupid little voice to fuck off.