14. Preston #2
I began to ride him the way I’d only ever dreamed about—sliding up and down his rock-hard length and then grinding down on him so he brushed up against that sweet spot deep inside.
Every time he hit it and I moaned, Archer bit down on his lip, like the sound I made would cause him to spontaneously combust.
The thought was sexier than it should’ve been, spurring me on to take everything from him.
He let me set the pace, though I had no doubt he was just topping from the bottom, letting me believe I was the one in charge.
That was fine by me. There was nothing this man could do that I wouldn’t want completely.
Without thinking, I reached between us to grip my aching cock, but Archer was faster, moving my hand back up to his chest.
His gaze smoldered. “What did I say?”
“You said I couldn’t come unless it’s down your throat.” I clenched my ass around his dick, and he sucked in a breath. “But you didn’t say I couldn’t touch.”
“New rule, then.” He leaned in, ghosting his lips over mine. “No touching allowed. I want you begging for my mouth.”
“I’ll beg for you whenever you want me to.”
A slow, sexy smile spread across Archer’s lips. “What a very, very good boy you are, Preston.”
He captured my mouth in a dizzying kiss, wrapping his arms around me to hold me close. I swept my tongue inside, exploring and tasting, like I’d never get a chance to again.
But I wasn’t going to think like that. Not when he thrust his hips up into me, setting my body on fire. It was all I could do to thread my fingers through his hair and hold on tight.
I was breathless when I pulled away, our bodies sticky between us from my pre-cum.
“I hope you never look at this chair the same way,” I said.
“There’s several areas of my house that you’ve marked now, including this chair.”
I didn’t bother hiding my smile. “Is that a bad thing?”
“It’s probably not a good thing. Like this bruise.” He ran his thumb along the crease of my neck where his mouth had been earlier. “Ask me if I care.”
I didn’t need to ask. I just needed him to come inside me as much as I needed to feel his lips wrapped around my cock.
Slamming back down onto Archer’s dick, I began to pick up the pace, memorizing the little noises that escaped from him as he got closer to coming.
With his skin flushed under the low light, I’d never seen anyone as beautiful as Archer.
He was a sight to behold as he fell apart beneath me and inside me, shouting my name like a curse and a prayer.
I rode him through it, ignoring the need coursing through me to come with him. If I wasn’t actively trying to hold myself back like he’d told me to, I had a feeling there’d be an even bigger mess between us.
As his movements began to slow and he came down from his high, Archer grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me in for a quick kiss. “Fuck my mouth. Now.”
His words sent another blast of desire through my throbbing dick. I lifted myself up off him carefully, my legs a little shaky as I stood and waited for him to remove and tie off his condom.
Without asking where he wanted me, or allowing him to get up, I stepped up onto the chair, one foot on the cushion by his leg, propping the other on the arm. I grabbed the top of the high-back with one hand to steady myself, and with the other, the root of my cock.
Archer’s head was at the perfect angle, his mouth so close it practically kissed the head of my dick. I hoped he was hungry.
A feral sound reverberated out of him as he parted his lips and took me all the way to the back of his throat in one quick move that caught me off guard.
There was nothing tentative about the way he consumed me.
His mouth was voracious, his tongue smooth velvet against my sensitive skin, and his sucking skills—it was a miracle I hadn’t already blown my load.
Looking down, I watched my dick disappear again and again as Archer held me close. He’d moved his hand between my legs to my ass, keeping me right where he wanted me so he could get his fill. The sight was so erotic that I couldn’t stop rocking my hips, stealing even more of him.
He pulled off me, his lips glistening. “That’s it. Use my mouth and let me taste every drop.”
If it hadn’t been for the death grip I had on the back of the chair and the way his strong arm held me, I was sure my legs would’ve given out.
But if Archer wanted me to use him to get off, I wasn’t backing down from that challenge.
I adjusted my foot on the arm of the chair, widening my stance, and then I guided my dick back into his mouth. He sucked on the head, swirling his tongue around, and when I was ready, I put both hands back on the top of the chair and did what he told me.
I fucked his mouth.
Using the chair as leverage, I forced him to take me again and again, until my movements became jerky and out of rhythm and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold myself back any longer.
“Archer,” I said on a gasp, his name the only warning he got before my climax hurtled through me like a roaring tidal wave. I exploded into the heat of his mouth, and with every swallow, he milked my cock dry.
I waited as long as I could before collapsing into his lap. My head fell forward onto his shoulder as I waited for my vision to come back and my breathing to even out.
Tonight had already been bigger and better than my wildest dreams—and if the way Archer flirted with the crease of my ass was any indication, it wasn’t over yet.