Chapter Ten
DARCY
He’s pierced, tattooed, and bigger than I imagined.
Slowly—and with way more conviction than I feel—I snake my hand up to his dick. My intention is to stroke him a few times, although he’s already harder than stone, the tip shining with arousal.
When I wrap a warm palm around the base of his cock, Archer’s hand covers mine. My eyes flick to his. Is he trying to stop me?
“Here’s the thing. It kills me to say this, but I don’t think I can take one pump of your hand.
” He releases my grip on him, bringing my palm to his mouth and placing a soft kiss in the center.
“I’ve lost count of the number of times I fantasized about us being in this position, and trust me when I say, they all involved you touching me like this.
” He chuckles, but it sounds like more of a rumble from his chest. “What’s your favorite position? ”
“Doggy,” I reply without a beat of hesitation. “It was the only one where Liam could make me orgasm.”
Archer’s eyes narrow, a question in them. “For real?”
I feel my face flush hot. “Yes. Why?”
Archer rests the palm he just kissed on his shoulder. “Hold on tight.”
Before I have a chance to question anything, I’m on my back and in the center of his bed. Archer hovers over me as he brackets me in between his huge forearms, pieces of dark hair falling over self-assured eyes.
“You’re telling me your favorite way to fuck is without eye contact?
” He braces himself on one arm, stroking a thumb underneath my right eye.
For a guy with a bad-boy rep and a dominant presence on the ice, he sure can be gentle when he wants to be.
“If you really want me to take you like that, then I will. I told you tonight is all about what you want. I just find doggy hard to believe. There are so many better ways I can make you feel special.”
His thumb moves across my bottom lip, and my eyelids flutter at the sensation.
Bloody hell, he’s so fucking hot.
“So, tell me again, what position do you want first?”
A surge of heat settles between my thighs, and my pussy tightens beneath him. As Archer rests between my legs, I’m all too aware that with a shift of his body upward, his cock will be pressing against my underwear.
My breathing is ragged, the effect he’s having on me difficult to hide. “Like this,” I whisper, tongue automatically swiping across my bottom lip. “I like it like this.”
“Attagirl.” He just smiles at me—it’s one that if he wasn’t already pulling my panties down and tossing them onto the bedroom floor, I’m sure it would melt them right off anyway.
He moves up, notching himself at my entrance. I’m ready, holding my breath to be stretched out and feel the three-bar Jacob’s ladder on the underside of his shaft, situated near the tip of his dick.
I close my eyes, overwhelmed at the intensity of the moment.
“Open your eyes, Darcy.” Archer’s voice is coaxing with an unsteady lilt that lingers beneath the surface.
Surely, he isn’t nervous?
Cautiously, I crack them open.
Between my legs, he palms his dick, the other hand still braced by my head, supporting all of his weight.
Archer hesitates, something flashing through his eyes. I wouldn’t call it uncertainty, but it does surprise me. I never expected to see emotion in him. Kindness and care, yes. But nothing deeper.
“Are you on birth control? I realize I didn’t ask you before now, and I’m sorry. I’m tested regularly, and I—” He cuts himself off. “I can wear a condom if you want me to.”
Entranced by the softness in his eyes, I shake my head absentmindedly. “I’m on birth control, and fun fact: I’m actually allergic to latex. I haven’t slept with anyone since Liam, and back then, we used latex-free ones. I’m guessing you don’t have any of those.”
I’m unsure if he’s smiling at the humor in my random allergy or that I haven’t been with anyone since my ex-boyfriend, but when he brushes his lips against mine, my pussy throbs.
“No, Darcy, I don’t have latex-free. Do you?”
I shake my head, body tingling from his lips. “No, I don’t.”
“Crying shame. I guess we’ll just have to feel everything,” he breathes out, and I can feel the desperation laced in his voice.
I’ve never been this turned on or excited before. Not even when I first started sleeping with Liam.
He pushes the head of his cock inside, and small gasps fill the room, which I quickly realize emanate from us both.
Archer never takes his eyes off mine as he guides himself further, feeding me his dick slowly, deliberately, perfectly.
This is not the hookup I expected it to be. This boy continues to surprise me. He is nothing like I thought.
“Spread wider for me,” he grits out, jaw tensing. “You’re so fucking tight, and I want this pussy open.”
I part my thighs, gripping the bedsheets beneath me. The way he fills me is borderline unbearable yet addictive, all at the same time.
When he’s all the way inside, Archer sits back on his haunches, bottom lip pinned between his teeth as he gazes down at our connection.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he croons on a headshake. “I need you to see this, what we look like together.”
He cranes his neck around, looking for something, long arms reaching for his jeans at the corner of the bed. Snatching them up, he pulls his phone from the pocket.
“I’ll delete it right after.”
A bubble of laughter rises up my throat.
Using the flash, he takes a photo and hands the phone to me so I can look.
“Do you always keep yourself bare?” he asks, stroking into me for the first time, his fingers smoothing over my waxed area.
The movement fires off a sensation I’ve only ever felt right before coming, and his phone slips from my hand, hitting the floor with a thud.
We both ignore it, too caught up in each other.
Archer takes my legs by the ankles and rolls his hips into me again.
“Y-yes,” I answer his previous question, choking out the single word.
For the first time, I watch as his eyes close, and he exhales a deep breath, pumping into me in deliberate, languid strokes.
“I can hear how wet you are, and it’s doing things to my ego.” He opens his eyes and smirks, bringing both of my legs to his shoulders, arching his body over mine.
The change in position finds a deeper spot, pulling a pleasure-induced moan from my throat.
“Do you like being fucked like this, Darcy?”
I moan again when he quickens his strokes. “Do you like fucking me this way?” I counter his question with my own.
He puffs out a single breath, bringing a hand to where we’re joined. “It’s a goddamn privilege to be the guy who gets to do this with you. In my bed, with you beneath me—it’s blowing my mind and pushing me to say things I shouldn’t.”
Two thick fingers tease the entrance to my pussy as he plays with us both.
“Can you take my fingers as well?”
My eyes grow wide when Archer starts pushing one inside.
“I … I don’t know. I …” My voice fades out when I realize I can. He’s already entering me with a second.
“That’s right, Doll. Fuck my cock and fingers together. I want you all over me.”
So much pressure. Building, spiraling out of control.
“So good,” I moan into his bedroom.
He captures my mouth, licking into me on a grin I know will be burned into my memory for weeks, maybe months.
“That’s because we’re so good together.” He pulls his fingers from me and breaks our kiss, sliding my release across his bottom lip. “Taste your sweetness.”
On the next kiss, I run my tongue across his lip. The filth in his words and actions spark a flow of my release over his dick, and he groans.
“Are you soaking my brand-new bed, Darcy? I hope so.”
I release again, a powerful orgasm right on the cusp.
“I thought you were kidding around when you said you bought a new bed.”
Still moving inside me, Archer sits up. His previously sweet demeanor is replaced with determination. I can’t mistake the emotion as it casts in his darkened eyes.
“I’ll never lie to you—ever. I meant what I said.
” He brings his soaked fingers to his mouth and sucks on each one, groaning in response.
“No other girl has been in this bed with me.” He hesitates for a brief second, a modicum of conflict there perhaps.
“And if you want the same as I do, that’s exactly how it’ll remain. ”
He pistons into me, hitting so deep that I cry out, wanting and needing more. I grab his bare ass and sink my fingertips into his flesh, feeling how toned he is.
“Come for me,” Archer pushes out, swiping a hand through his disheveled hair. “Hand yourself over. I want to see how you fall apart, just for me. Only for me. You’re never too much—ever.”
Another flow of arousal coats us both as I clamp around him.
“Good girl. Can you keep it going?” Archer slows his pace, bringing a thumb to my swollen clit and working it in rhythmic circles that match the synchronicity of his thrusts. “How long can we make this orgasm last, Darcy? Over thirty seconds?”
Just as I think the peak of my high is ending, Archer plays with my clit again, pinching and rubbing it expertly. My orgasm kicks to another level.
One hand continues to claw at his ass, silently begging for more. The other comes to my breast as I knead and pinch my nipple, an overwhelming sense of confidence settling inside me.
“I never want this to stop,” I plead. “Keep making me come like this.”
His dick grows harder while his movements turn more erratic.
“I’m going to come. All the way inside you,” he grinds out, the muscles in his jaw tensing.
The hand around his ass pulls him into me, a defiant edge to my tone as I tell him, “Do it.”
Archer falls forward on a roar that fills his bedroom and my pussy, warmth spreading inside me, prolonging my orgasm further.
I expect him to collapse onto me in a satiated heap and then roll onto his side and fall asleep—that’s what usually happened with Liam.
“Stay still for me, Doll. I’m not finished with you.”
Apparently, rolling over and sleeping are not what happens on a night with the Blades goalie.
Archer moves down the bed, pushing my thighs apart with his hands, and I spread wider for him, rising onto my elbows so I can see all he’s doing.
He’s flat on his stomach, his breath tickling my sensitive pussy, and his eyes find mine. Mischief, need, happiness, all dancing around in them.
He licks me once, attention still on me.
I throw my head back, groaning, moaning on a slack jaw.
“Watch, Darcy. Watch me taste us both.”
I refocus when his tongue spears inside me, cleaning me up so precisely.
He swallows us down and goes back to eating me out, pulling another unexpected orgasm from my body.
I overheat and thrash around, but Archer keeps his mouth firmly clamped around me. He isn’t moving from his spot until he’s had his fill and I’m a writhing, withering mess.
“You’re so perfect,” he whispers against me, taking a few last licks. “So perfect. And so fucking mine.”