28. Archer
Chapter 28
Archer
Was it wrong of me to want to take my frustration out on Shane’s body? Maybe. But right or wrong, he didn’t seem to mind. I’d never entertained the idea of spanking someone, not really, but now with him bent over for me and the warmth from the first two stinging slaps still tingling through my palm, I wanted more of it.
Tracing the curve of his ass with my palm, I chose my next spot carefully. I wasn’t yet sure if how into this he was, but my dick was on board with it. The sound that shot out of Shane when I spanked him a third time prompted me to spank him a fourth and a fifth before pausing to rub the spot I’d struck.
“Good?” I asked.
Shane arched his back, pressing his ass into my hand. His arms spread across the bed and he let out a sigh. “Fucking fantastic.”
My hand already stung from the first round, so I didn’t want to go too overboard with it. I didn’t want to rush into anything, especially with the way my emotions simmered near the surface.
Shane hummed in pleasure, his hips thrusting against the bed with each strike I gave him. I stopped somewhere around ten or fifteen because my hand was hot and stinging and Shane had a beautiful red handprint on his ass. I wanted to tattoo it exactly like it was so he’d always wear my marks.
Shane wiggled his ass. “Please, Archer,” he whined .
“Someone’s impatient.” Going to my knees behind him, I spread his ass open and dove in. Shane bucked when my mouth came into contact with his hole, but his surprise quickly faded as he pressed against me, urging me to go deeper.
Spreading his cheeks wider, I licked from taint to hole. Teasing his rim with my tongue made my entire body throb with the urge to bury myself inside him. Every move I made elicited another delicious sound out of Shane. He pressed against me, riding my face. I circled his rim with my finger, then eased it in. Shane keened and rocked back on my finger, whimpering in protest because it wasn’t big enough. I didn’t stop until Shane begged for me to be inside him and then I suddenly couldn’t wait another second.
Reaching for the lube, I squirted a liberal amount into my hand and worked it over my dick, coating it from root to tip. I spread some around Shane’s hole, loving the way the already dark hair that surrounded it turned a shade or two darker as it became slick with lube.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all day.”
Shane’s confession was an arrow to my heart. Sometimes I felt like I was obsessed with him, the way he connected with my thoughts so often. Nearly every moment of the day. It was the best kind of distraction, but hearing that he did the same thing had me smiling.
“Yeah? What were you thinking about?” I took hold of my cock and lined it up with his hole. Shane inhaled sharply as I pressed inside. I watched my bare cock slide into his body. Enraptured didn’t begin to describe what I felt. It was better than anything I’d ever experienced. Tight and hot and just for me.
Shane took a deep breath and bore down, practically sucking me into him. Clamping my hands to his hips, I drove forward, sinking fast into him. He felt like he was made just for me. That this space in him had always been mine to fill.
Shane reached for me, his fingers scrabbling at my legs as he tried to pull me closer. I pulled him back as I pressed deeper, rocking into him as hard and deep as I could go. Shane let out a whine and I slid my hands up to his shoulders. Gripping him tight, I thrust into him hard and fast. My pace was punishing, but it was meant to be.
Already I was sweating and out of breath. Wound tighter than a spring, I was ready to snap. Right from the beginning, I’d loved the way Shane gave himself over to me. The way he let me play with his body, guide him, order him around was almost as good as the way he looked at me when I was doing it. Shane made me feel powerful. But it didn’t stop at the bedroom door. He looked at me like he believed in me, and he treated me like he did. And it was hard to imagine failing at anything when he was convinced that I’d succeed.
I bent over, pressing my forehead against his back. I slowed my pace until I was gently rocking into him. Beneath me, he wriggled and babbled, pressing into me, meeting every thrust with naked enthusiasm. The sounds he made were mine and mine alone. Forever. It didn’t matter to me what Cyrus thought about it. He could get over it, or not. Either way I wasn’t giving Shane up. I’d already lost my best friend and my business.
“Archer—please.”
“What do you need?” I straightened to look at him when he spoke.
“Need to kiss you.” His cheeks were either pink from embarrassment, or exertion, but either way I found it endearing.
He whimpered when I pulled out, and I smacked his ass just because I could. “Behave. You wanted to kiss.”
I didn’t hate the idea either. I went around the bed and up to the headboard where I leaned against a couple of pillows. Shane was standing now, staring at me as I took my cock in hand and stroked it slowly.
“Get on.”
“What?” He looked confused.
“Ride me.” I stroked my dick again.
“But—I’ve never—”
“I don’t care that you’re taller and outweigh me. I want you to get up here and sit on my dick. Do you want that?”
Shane kneeled on the bed and climbed up, still looking uncertain.
“Be a good boy and sit on my cock. Show me what a good little slut you are.”
The pink on Shane’s cheeks turned crimson, but he did as he was told. Throwing one leg over me, he reached behind himself and lined my cock up with his hole.
“That’s right. There you go.” I put my hands on his hips and pulled him down as I thrust upward, sinking my whole length into him. He wound his arms around me and slanted his mouth over mine.
I tasted his whimpers as he started to rock back and forth. Fuck, he was so beautiful like this, on the border between wild and contained. Shane’s pace increased. His tongue battled against mine as he fucked himself on my dick. We kissed until Shane pulled away, gasping and panting.
“Please—” he said.
I don’t think he knew what he was asking for anymore. He was like me, so full of want and need that it drove him a little crazy.
I wrapped my hand around his cock and gave it a slow stroke, watching his body twitch and shake as his ass clamped tight around my cock.
“I—I—” Shane lost all ability to speak. His hips suddenly had a mind of their own and he rocked back and forth, faster and harder. He was heavy and solid, and I loved the way it felt to have him on top of me, but to still be buried in his hot ass. I still didn’t want to bottom, but I loved how much bigger Shane was. Broader and thicker in all the ways.
His cock leaked a steady stream of precum and his breaths had turned choppy, staccato little puffs that increased in intensity as he neared his climax. Shane’s mouth ghosted over mine, but he seemed incapable of doing anything except for breathing and writhing on my cock.
“Look at you,” I whispered to him, letting my lips dance against his when I spoke. “You’re gorgeous like this.”
I swept my free hand up his body and cradled his face in my palm. “You’re going to make me come, Shane. Do you want that?”
He nodded, his motions turning more frenzied as he rocked, fucking himself harder and harder. I jerked him faster and he slammed his mouth down over mine as he came in jerky motions, lacking any sort of finesse or grace. Shane was a mess. A needy, sweaty, slutty mess and he was all mine.
Shane coming apart was my undoing. A shout tore out of me and I came, buried deep inside him. He was deep inside me too. In my heart, my soul. Shane Taggart was an essential part of my survival.
Shane kissed the corner of my mouth, then my neck, and finally he rested his head on my shoulder, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.
I smoothed my hand up and down his back. My other one rested between us, covered in cum. I didn’t want him to move, but he shifted off of me.
“Lay next to me,” I told him.
“I’m just—” He pointed at the bathroom. “For your hand. ”
I looked Shane dead in the eyes and raised my hand to my face. Staring at him, I licked his cum off my fingers, being diligent and cleaning out between each digit while he stared at me in aroused fascination. “Lay next to me.” I said again.
He rolled his eyes, but conceded and returned to the bed. Stretching out next to me, I rolled over and wrapped myself around him.
“I fully intend to do that at least one more time tonight.”
Shane laughed, but didn’t argue.
“Were you okay being on top like that?”
“No one’s ever wanted me like that. I was confused at first, but I didn’t hate it.”
“I don’t want to ask you for things you don’t like.”
“I was just—I’m bigger than you. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“I know you’re bigger than me. I like that you’re bigger than me. And I like the way it felt when you were on top of me. But if you weren’t comfortable, I won’t ask you to do it again. There are ten thousand ways for me to be inside you.”
Shane took a deep breath and let it out all at once. “I liked it. A lot. It was unexpected.”
“What about it was unexpected?”
Shane was quiet for a while. I started to think he wasn’t going to answer me, or maybe he didn’t know how to answer. But then he started to speak.
“I’ve topped before and I hated it, and I don’t want to do it again. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize for what you like. I won’t apologize for loving your ass and not wanting you in mine. Why was my request unexpected?”
“It wasn’t the request but like—it doesn’t even make sense in my head. How am I going to explain it to you? ”
I propped myself up on my elbow and looked at Shane. His brow was creased in frustration and I smoothed out the creases with my fingertips.
“I’ve either topped and it sucked, or bottomed, but never had any control over it. Not the way you gave it to me when you told me to ride you. And it was terrifying at first, having to worry about fucking it up.” Shane opened his eyes and stared up at me. “But you made me feel safe. Like I couldn’t possibly fuck up.”
“You can’t.”
“Neither can you.” Shane dragged his hand down my arm.
“I fuck up on a daily basis.” I bit back the urge to say “ask Cyrus,” but it was like Shane knew what I’d almost said.
“You haven’t fucked up with me. And you won’t.”
“I’m not perfect, Shane. I’m going to fuck up eventually.”
“Yes, and I won’t care. Because I love you. You are not your mistakes. Making a mistake doesn’t mean you are one. Making a wrong decision doesn’t make you wrong. It means you learned and now you get to move on and make different decisions. And maybe the next ones will be better. Maybe they won’t. But you’ll still be you. You’ll still be a good person, Archer. You’ll still be worth loving.”
I wanted to believe him. More than anything. But I wondered if Cyrus would still find me worthy of loving or if he’d grown tired of me. To me, seeing Shane wasn’t a mistake. It wasn’t worth Cyrus being angry about. I was happy, and for the life of me, I couldn’t understand why Cyrus wasn’t happy for me. Unless he wanted me to be a perpetual fuck-up?
I huffed out a sigh and flopped back down on the bed, tucking myself tight up against Shane. I thought about what he’d said to me and closed my eyes, nestling tighter against his side .
“You make me feel safe too.” No matter how things went with Cyrus, I wasn’t giving this up.