Bonus Scene MistleFoe After Dark #3
My lower half collapsed, and he grabbed my hips, pulling me up to penetrate me a little deeper before doing something with his tongue I was positive was unholy.
I squirmed and leaked all over myself and the truck, and then suddenly he was gone.
Panting, I glanced behind me to see his disheveled hair, swollen lips, and damp beard as he ripped off the rest of his clothes and then reached for mine.
He disrobed my lower half with ease and glided both hands up my inner thighs.
“Spread yourself out on those blankets, sweetheart.”
God, his ability to talk dirty and sweet at the same time was an aphrodisiac, and I got my knees under me to crawl the rest of the way. He hummed in appreciation, so I arched my back a little more than needed and crawled a little slower than I should.
The bed of the truck dipped a little when he pulled himself up, and I looked over my shoulder to see him in all his naked glory.
Long, muscular legs and a flat, defined stomach with a trail of golden hair leading down to the center of his body, which was just as impressive as the rest of him.
His rigid cock was swollen and thick. The mushroom head was deep red, and a vein ran down the outside.
My ass clenched just looking at it, impatient to feel it bending my body to its will.
I started to flip over, but he blanketed my back before I could, covering me from shoulder to toe with his warm, firm frame. Sighing, I wrapped my hand around, caressing his waist while he kissed across my shoulder blades and up to my ear.
“You fit under me so well,” he whispered. “I fucking love your body, baby. So pliant and soft.”
I tried to spread my legs but failed because the weight kept me in place.
His husky laugh sent shivers down my spine as he kissed over my shoulder once more. “Impatient.”
“Archer,” I practically begged.
He thrust his hips, his dick catching in my crack. Both of us moaned as he used my ass as a sleeve to rut into.
After a moment, he pulled back and reached beneath a pillow near my head to retrieve some lube. His weight lifted, but I stayed in place. After he sank between my spread thighs, the cap snapped open and the cool, silky liquid drizzled along my crack.
I reached back to part my cheeks, and he made a sound, stopping me.
“I’m looking,” he murmured.
I relaxed back into the quilts as he drizzled more and nearly burned a hole into my skin with the heat of his stare.
Finally, he said, “Now.”
Gripping my cheeks, I pulled them apart, hissing slightly when the liquid filled my crack and brushed over my hole.
“I love seeing you wet for me,” he said, mesmerized, and drizzled even more right against my hole.
My dick jerked, nearly punching through the blankets it was pinned against, and I squirmed.
The only sound in the room was the howling wind outside and the pattering of the sleet against the roof. Inside, everything was still and quiet except for my panting breath as Archer stared at my hole until I started twitching.
Only then did he lay his thumb against it to draw circles around the lax rim.
“More,” I whispered. “Please, Archer.”
His thumb pushed inside, popping through the outer ring and making a squelching sound around all the lube.
Archer leaned down and kissed my ass while working his thumb in and out of my body.
When at last I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled back. “Roll over and look at me.”
On my back, I gazed up at him with lust-drenched eyes and wrapped my palm around my leaking shaft.
As he stood on his knees between my legs, his eyes followed the movement, the tip of his tongue darting out at the sight.
Before he could get to it, I pushed into a sitting position and slid my warm mouth over his dick.
He let out a moan that echoed through the rafters, and I pulled back and did it again before settling into a steady rhythm while hollowing my cheeks around his girth.
Not much later, his fingers dug into my shoulder and forced me off. I stared up at him, dick-drunk from his flavor and licking my lips.
“On your back.”
I dropped immediately, and he lifted my leg to drape it over his shoulder. The other he pushed wide and then squirted more lube on his twitching rod.
I thought he might push right in, but Archer was a considerate lover, instead fondling my sack before dragging down my taint and pushing in a thick finger to check how ready I was. My eyes fluttered closed, and he added another, making me sigh.
“I think you’re ready,” he said, voice strained.
“Get inside me, Archer.”
His hand pulled back, replaced with his slick, bulbous head. My breath caught, and he paused. “Breathe, baby.”
I exhaled, and he pushed in, the intrusion the perfect stretch.
Both of us groaned.
“That’s right. Moan for me. Let me hear all those sounds.”
His pelvis met my body, and he lowered my leg so he could drape himself over me and take my lips in a long, slow kiss.
The entire time, my body stretched and burned while his pulsed with impatience. Finally, he rose above me and pulled out before slamming back in.
“Yes!” I yelled, knowing no one could hear us and he liked it when I was loud.
He grunted and did it again. My fingers dug into his arms and then curled around his back as he started hammering into me. My eyes rolled back in my head as I moaned and panted, reaching between us to pinch his nipple and make him moan.
Archer wrapped his hand around my dick and pumped to the rhythm with which he fucked, and pleasure stole all other senses.
“Come for me, baby. Show me how much you love my dick.”
With one well-aimed thrust against my prostate and tight squeeze of his hand, I stood no chance. I erupted in ecstasy, thick ropes of white shooting out of me with so much force that it splattered my chin and splashed onto my chest.
“Yes,” he said, watching as I burst all over myself and his hand. “That is so fucking hot.”
In an attempt to push him over the edge, I swirled my finger in the mess, then stuck it between my lips, sucking it off.
His hips stuttered and then started pounding sloppily, a faraway look in his blue eyes.
He threw his head back seconds later, a long, low moan floating above us as his body went rigid and his dick pulsed inside me.
When it was over, he collapsed on top of me, his weight pressing me into the blankets. I sighed, wrapping my arms and legs around him and making him laugh.
“Stay a little longer,” I whispered.
“I’m in no hurry to move.”
A short while later, we cleaned up with the supplies he’d hidden under a pillow and then pulled on our boxers and hoodies.
“How about that movie?” he asked, pulling a bucket of snacks from yet another secret hiding place.
Oooh, Mike and Ike. My favorite.
“Can I sit in your lap while we watch it?” I asked as if I wasn’t going to say yes.
“If you don’t, I’ll be offended.”
A short while later, the movie was rolling, and I was cuddled in his lap with two quilts and a box of my favorite candy. “This is the best date I’ve ever been on,” I confessed.
“Same,” he replied. Then, “It’s just the beginning, Tobes. We might already be together, but I’ll never stop dating you.”
I only had one thought in that moment, and it wasn’t even to wonder what movie he chose.
Thank God for mistletoe.