Chapter 18 – Betsy
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
BETSY
When back at my house, I wander around awkwardly, wondering what to say or do.
Do I sit on the couch, or do I go up to bed?
What do we do now? When does he normally go to bed?
I don’t want him to think I go up to bed too early, and equally, I don’t want to stay up late and make him think he has to stay up late with me.
That’s if he even wants to stay over. He may want to go home.
When are his finals? I don’t want to get in the way of his studying.
“I swear, little gremlin, I can hear every one of your thoughts swimming around that beautiful brain of yours,” Archer says, taking my hand in his as he leads me to the couch. He pulls me down onto his lap, and I sit bolt upright, my body rigid. He lets out a throaty laugh. “Relax.”
I force my body to relax into his. He swings my legs across so they are sprawled along the couch, and his fingers slowly begin to massage the back of my neck.
I push up my glasses. “Are you sure you are okay with everything?” I ask.
“For the millionth time, yes. To be honest, I looked into the club and what was released publicly. I knew there was more to you all than this woman’s charity and bike enthusiasts’ crap,” he states.
“Well, it’s not completely untrue,” I point out, resting my head on his shoulder.
“Yeah, you just left out the fact that you guys have literally made the vile men of this world disappear.”
“It’s either magic or a coincidence. Nothing more,” I say, a coy smile on my lips. Archer looks down at me and places a soft kiss on my lips. It still catches me off guard that he’s here and that I’m on his lap and his mouth has just been on mine.
“You know, you don’t have to stay over if you don’t want to. You can go home at any point if you need to. I don’t want you to think that you have to stay just for me. I’m fine, we are all fine, everything is fine,” I ramble on, barely stopping for a breath.
“Will you shut the fuck up?” Archer growls, taking hold of my chin and tilting my head back to look at him.
“I want to be here. I want to be with you and be near you. I want to touch you and hold you in any way I can. So, if you even suggest that I am to leave you again, I will handcuff you to me if I must, to prove to you how much I don’t want to fucking leave you. ”
“I, I—” I rasp, unsure of how to answer that.
A smile plays along his lips, his eyes ablaze with desire “Stop overthinking this shit and give me your mouth, gremlin.” He brushes his lips over mine, and our mouths collide in a frenzied kiss.
His hand moves from my chin, gliding along my jaw before threading his fingers through my hair, holding me in place.
His tongue dances across mine, teasing and toying, and my heart is racing, but this time there is no fear.
It’s lust, burning desire coursing through me.
I break the kiss, and both of us try to catch our breaths.
“Touch me,” I whisper, and surprise flashes in his eyes.
“I... Fuck, you sure?” he asks, concern mixed with excitement in his eyes. It’s making me smile, and it eases any anxiousness I had.
“Yes,” I whisper, biting my bottom lip.
“If you want me to stop at any point, just tell me,” he rasps, brushing his lips along mine.
His hand slowly glides down my throat, my body igniting under his touch.
His mouth moves softly and slowly against mine as his hand travels lower over my chest, lightly grazing over my breast. I suck in a shuddery breath as the tips of his fingers dance around my nipple, teasing it through the fabric of my top.
I arch my back, needing more. He reads my body well, and as he cups my breast, pinching my nipple through my top, I moan against his mouth, feeling him hardening beneath me.
“More,” I breathe, feeling heat pooling between my legs.
His breath quickens as he slides his hand down my body, pausing at my waistband.
I take his hand in mine and guide him down beneath my underwear to between my legs.
Our lips are barely touching, and his eyes are on me, watching me, making sure I’m okay.
His finger delicately strokes against my clit, and I gasp, causing him to freeze. “No, don’t stop,” I plead.
“Fuck,” he rasps, applying more pressure by circling my clit.
The feeling of him, the heat of his hand, his mouth on mine, and his tongue circling in time with his fingers is an out-of-this-world experience.
It’s nothing like that night. Nothing. It’s new, it’s him, it’s us.
.. I can feel pleasure build within me as I grip his T-shirt in my hand.
“I’m, oh god...” I whimper.
“I want to feel you cum. I want you to cum around my fingers,” he growls.
I nod as he stops circling my clit, moaning at him in protest, but my moan turns into a gasp as I feel him slowly slide a finger inside me.
I tense. “Relax, it’s me. All me,” he breathes while using his thumb to continue circling my clit.
My body melts into him as I feel my orgasm starting to rebuild again.
He rests his temple on mine, his intense green eyes vibrant with desire as he watches me.
My eyes start to flutter closed. “No, look at me. Keep those eyes on me,” he orders.
I open my eyes as his finger and thumb work in unison.
My entire being is consumed by him, and as I surrender my body to his touch, my gaze becomes entrapped in his.
“Archer,” I breathe, feeling my orgasm close to erupting.
“Give it to me,” he demands, his voice a breathy rasp.
It hits like a dam bursting, flooding my body with waves of pleasure. “Oh god,” I whimper. It steals my breath as my body is consumed by the pleasure, by him
He slows his movement as my orgasm eases.
“Fuck,” he growls, “So fucking beautiful.” He presses his mouth to mine, kissing me deeply, tenderly.
He slowly removes his fingers, causing me to whimper.
He smiles against my mouth as he breaks the kiss.
Leaning back slightly, he places his finger in his mouth and moans.
My lips part in a mixture of shock and desire.
“Next time you get my mouth.” He winks. My cheeks heat as I shift slightly, and he groans, grabbing my hips to keep them still.
“Easy there, little gremlin,” he warns. I can still feel his hardness beneath me.
I’m not sure if I feel brave, or if he’s just woken something within me, but I shift, albeit a little awkwardly with my sling still on.
I get frustrated and chuck it off onto the floor. “What do you think—”
I straddle him, still feeling him hard right between my legs in just his jeans, with only my shorts and underwear separating us. I nibble on my bottom lip, feeling nervous as I rock my hips against him. A moan escapes me, liking how it feels against my clit.
His hands grip my hips firmly. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum in my damn pants like a teen,” he says through gritted teeth.
I glide my hands down along his chest, letting my nails scrape slightly.
I stop at the button of his jeans, and after unbuttoning them, I keep my eyes on him as I slowly slide the zipper down.
His green eyes are hooded, watching my every move.
I grab the hem of his boxers, as well as his jeans, lifting myself up slightly to slide them down, freeing his thick and frankly fucking huge cock.
I’m almost a little afraid of it. Still nibbling anxiously on my bottom lip, I stand up in front of him and slide my shorts and underwear down my legs.
“Betsy,” he breathes. I swallow and slowly—and carefully—remove my top. My shoulder only seems to hurt a little. I chuck it to the side, leaving me standing before him in just my bra, which I am unable to undo as it pulls too much on my shoulder. I straddle him again, keeping my eyes on his.
“I, just… I don’t know.” I pause.
He tucks my hair behind my ear. “We don’t have to do anything,” he assures me.
“I want to do this,” I whisper, moving my hips and rubbing his thick, hard length between my centre.
“Fuck,” he groans. He reaches around and unhooks my bra, freeing my breasts. He cups them, taking my nipple in his mouth. I moan, rolling my head back while continuing to rub myself against him. “So fucking beautiful,” he breathes.
I move myself a little faster, losing myself to chasing the pleasure. I kiss him, feeling his hands roam all over my body. Until I move a little too much, and as I rock back, I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance. I freeze, my heart beating fast in my chest.
Can I do this? Do I want to do this? The only answer in my mind was yes. Yes, I want this. I want him.
Archer’s eyes watch me intently as he caresses my cheek affectionately. “It’s okay. Let’s stop. Its—”
I want to be normal, to enjoy sex like any other person.
This is just them withholding that one last part of me and keeping that part hostage, but now is the time for me to take it back.
My palms are sweaty, and it feels like my erratic heart is trying to drown me in fear.
So, I lower myself down, slowly inch by inch, my eyes never leaving his.
His wide eyes mirror my own, and the feel of him stretching my body is surreal.
I expect pain, but it doesn’t come. Only my body adjusting to accommodate him. Once he’s fully seated, I pause.
His face is pinched, and his breathing is coming out in short, sharp breaths. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he pants.
“I don’t want them to own that part of me anymore.
I want you to own this part of me. I want to only ever think of you,” I breathe, slowly rocking my hips against his.
My lips part at the fullness I feel. He doesn’t grip my hips, but he keeps his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, too worried that he’s going to do something that triggers me.
I reach down and grab his hand, placing it on my breast. I speed up a little, rolling my hips, feeling the pleasure start to build, but in a different way than I’m used to when I use my toy.
I bounce up and down, needing more. “Oh god,” I moan as I feel his thumb pressing against my clit, circling.
The feeling of him filling me, his thumb and then his mouth on my nipple, is a sensory overload of pleasure.
Our bodies are coated in a sheen of sweat as we both move, him thrusting up to me as I slam down on him.
Like forked lightning electrifying my entire body, I feel my walls clamp tight around him.
“Archer!” I cry, arching my back. The pleasure is almost too much to handle.
I feel him thrust his hips up, and as his other arm wraps around my waist, he thrusts inside me, letting out a deep growl that reverberates through my body.
“Fuck!” he pants. I can’t hold my body up anymore, and as I flop forward, he tucks his face in my neck, both his arms circling me, holding me to him. Both of us are panting, getting our breaths back before I lean back and look at him. “Fuck, you surprise the shit out of me.” He laughs.
“I figured. Rip it off like a band-aid.” I shrug.
He traces my hairline, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“I swear, I nearly fucking came when you straddled me fully clothed.” I clench my walls around him, smiling as he lets out a throaty growl.
“You do realise I will never stop fucking you now. You have no idea how good you feel while I’m buried deep inside you. ”
“Well, technically, you’ve just taken my virginity. There are lots of different positions and other things for me to learn.” I smile coyly at him.
“Let’s start that now,” he says, wrapping his arms around my waist as he stands and carries me, keeping us connected.
I squeal as he shuffles his way towards the stairs. “You can’t walk up the stairs while your jeans are around your ankles,” I laugh, holding on for dear life.
“Fuck.” He shimmies awkwardly to make his jeans and boxers slide down his legs.
It makes me roar with laughter at the utter ridiculousness of it.
“There is nothing getting in my fucking way.” He huffs as he carries me up the stairs and into the bathroom.
“Ever since I washed you in the shower, I’ve fucking dreamt of fucking you in it,” he confesses as he switches the shower on and stands us beneath the hot stream.
He presses my back up against the cold tiled wall, and I suck in a shuddering breath.
“No rushing. I’m going to worship and fuck you all fucking night, and all day tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that. ”
I cock my head to the side. “I have club business tomorrow night, so you’ll have to stop for that,” I point out.
“Then let’s stop wasting time talking and start fucking.” He grins a wicked grin as he rocks his hips, making me gasp.