14. Tinsley
CHAPTER 14
Tinsley
For ten years, my body’s known no one but my own hand and the memory of Archer.
From my first kiss to my first time, every step of my sexual awakening belonged to him. In turn, I got to be the keeper of his firsts as well. And while back then we waited all summer to go all the way, we learned, savored, and indulged in everything else with each other. In the back of his truck, at the lake, in the room we shared at his family’s house, our hands never stopped exploring. Neither did our mouths nor our tongues.
And where I fumbled in my haste to recall how he liked to be touched, licked, and sucked, that beautiful mind of his proves its magnificence as my knees buckle under the first swipe of his tongue.
My brow pinches and my breath escapes me with a hiss, my thighs attempting to snap closed. Green eyes look up at me and Archer shakes his head—his nose tickling the hood of my clit as he does so, making my back simultaneously hunch and curl. The fingers he’s using to hold my thigh on his shoulder press into my muscle like a vice keeping me open for him.
“Mine,” he growls, the possessive edict a muffled vibration that has me panting.
His next lick and the following push of his tongue inside me may just be my undoing.
Too fast, too soon, I feel heat pooling low in my belly and my pussy aching with contractions, my clit swelling even more as it begs for him.
Now I get what he meant when I had my mouth on him. The pleasure of feeling his touch for the first time after so long is so intense, I think I may just collapse if not for his starving grip on my body.
He pulls back and I whimper, trying to chase his mouth with my hips. I don’t want it to end so quickly, but I’m already teetering at the edge and I don’t want to be ripped back from the fall either.
“What was it you said? ‘This is only to take the edge off? I’m nowhere near done with you?’ Well back at ya, baby.”
I can’t look anywhere but where Archer sits between my legs looking up at me as he sucks his fingers into his mouth before gliding them over my wet cunt.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he coos. “So wet and needy.” He groans when he starts to work a finger inside me. “So goddamn tight and all mine. Isn’t that right, Tinsley? You’ve kept this perfect, little pink pussy locked up just for me, haven’t you? Just like I’ve been keeping myself for you.”
Greedy possession swells up inside me at the reminder that he’s been saving himself for me too. After all this time, he’s still as much mine as I’ve remained his.
A second finger joins his first, and the pressing curl of his fingers along the front wall has me seeing stars. The brightness only intensifies when he sucks on my clit. And the two of them combined send me right over.
My hand slips on the window that’s fogged with my short, heavy breathing, and I fold over Archer as I come, my nails sinking into his back as I claw for purchase through the clouded rush of release.
When my vision clears and I float back down to reality, he’s methodically lapping at my cum from between my thighs, quietly crooning, “Such a sweet mess you made for me, baby. Let’s see how many more times I can make your pussy weep for me tonight.”
“Oh fuck.”
“I plan to… eventually.”
He slowly lowers my leg and kisses my bare mound before standing. As he rises, he scoops his arms around the backs of my thighs and lifts me. I’m quick to cling to him, giggling as the world turns and we fall onto his meticulously made bed.
“It’s not fair,” I say, laughing between breathy sighs as he navigates my body with kisses that vary from featherlight and ticklish to breath stealing levels of arousing.
He runs his tongue along my tattoo and up to my nipple, sucking on the hard point before looking at me.
I start to take his glasses off for him, but Archer snatches my wrists in one hand and stretches them up the bed, lifting and scooting my body up as well so my fingers can grip the iron rail above the leather upholstery of his headboard.
“They stay or I stop to pop my contacts in. It’s been ten years, Tinsley. I want to see every hue of your flush, every rivulet of sweat as it rolls down your body, the alluring glow of your eyes going from whiskey to honey when you come. Every single beautiful detail, I want ingrained in my memory in perfect clarity.”
Adjusting my hands so they grip the rail but I have a soft bend in my arms and am partially propped on his pillows, Archer orders, “Now keep your hands on the headboard or I’ll be forced to tie you to it.”
“I think I’d like that,” I whisper, my teeth sinking into my bottom lip as I try not to smile.
“Noted.”
His fingers trail down my throat and spread to collar me. A soft pressure is applied to my pulse, making me suck in a breath as my shoulders arch off the pillows. He does it one more time, studying how I react, and softly comments, “I like this,” before resuming his earlier exploration of my body with his mouth.
After his third pass over my body—each one ending with me exploding on his tongue and fingers—I’m desperately squirming beneath him, mindlessly begging for him to slip his jeans off and slide his cock between my thighs.
Sitting back on his heels, Archer takes hold of my ankles and moves my legs to bend. Then he scoots my heels up by my ass and says, “Let’s check your pussy,” as if he has all night and hasn’t become mouthwateringly hard, his dick proudly framed by his undone jeans.
He continues to ignore himself, though, and starts to run his fingers up my swollen lips and praises, “Exquisite.”
I can’t help how I preen at the single word, my cheeks further blushing when he calls me pretty for doing so.
Open as I am, my hands still obediently grasping the headboard, I beg, “Please,” unashamed by how needy I sound.
“Soon, baby,” he promises, finally touching himself.
My eyes are riveted to the slow, easy way he strokes himself, my mouth watering as another bead of pre-cum pearls at the tip and slides down his already glistening shaft.
He shakes his head at my lustful haze and says, “Not again. Eating your sweet pussy and cleaning up your cum so many times has me too on the edge. When I come, it’s gonna be with your slick cunt wrapped around me, sucking my soul out through my dick.” His words give him pause, his head tilting to the side, eyes glancing up at me even while his fingers continue to pet and tease me and work himself. “Unless… we didn’t talk about that; I’m sorry.”
“About what?”
“Last time you said you were on the pill and we didn’t use a condom. I kind of just assumed?—”
“You can,” I answer quickly. “I want you too—just you, nothing between us. I’m on the shot and just had it renewed earlier this month so we’re good on that… if you want to.”
“I do.”
I smile at him and nod, “Okay.”
“Okay.”
He slips his fingers back into my pussy, lazily fucking me, and asks, “You ready for me?”
“God, yes,” I practically cry.
Archer bends down and kisses me before pulling his fingers free and pushing them into my mouth. I immediately close my lips and taste myself from his skin, swirling my tongue up and down his digits. He pulls them free with a pop, getting off the bed and saying, “I’ll feed you again after filling you,” and I think I expire right there because the next thing I know, his jeans are on the floor and he’s back to studying how I'm spread on his bed.
He nods his head several times before kneeling on the mattress. In swift action, he grabs my hips and flips me over onto my stomach. Hand between my shoulder blades, he pushes me down so I’m bowed before the headboard, my ass as high up as it can go with me still on my knees.
A gentle slap cracks on my muscle and he says, “Perfect,” the sting of his palm more sweet than sharp.
His knees nudge mine open and I’m practically vibrating with the anticipation of being so close to feeling him stretch, fill, and complete me again.
At my opening, Archer notches the head of his cock, a hand coming to my hip to steady the subtle tremors that consume us both as he slowly sinks in. The stretch of him molding me into his perfect fit burns and pinches, our only time having been that single night. But the feeling of being so full, so complete, is utter ecstasy, and before he’s even fully sheathed within me, my back is arching and curling in pleasure as I moan into my arm, pushing my hips back to meet his pelvis.
“Shiiiit…” he draws out with a soft, panted chuckle. Kisses litter up my spine as he curls over me, lips at my pulse before he buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot and heart racing erratically against my skin. “God, I’ve missed you, Tinsley. This—you, me, us—this is my fuckin’ home, baby. Don’t ever take it from me again.”
“I won’t,” I vow. “I’m through with running unless it’s to you.”
“Good. I don’t think I could survive losing you a second time.”
“Me either.”
He leaves behind another kiss before unraveling himself from around me. Hands at my hips, he starts an agonizingly slow rhythm of retreating and filling me. Before long, however, he groans, “Fuck baby, you should see how well you take me,” picking up his pace until the headboard begins to clap in time with his pelvis and my ass colliding. “Shit.”
Around us, the room grows hot and heavy. Sweat begins to roll down my back and mist my hair line. My fingers fist and pull on the duvet in search of leverage to better match him thrust for thrust.
Archer’s name is a drawn out stutter on my lips as an inferno rages inside me, his cock diligently tending to the burn with every drag along my walls. I’ve lost all sense of coherence, passionate crescendos the only thing guiding me as I approach another peak under his conducting.
“Come for me, Tinsley; give yourself to me,” he commands. “Give me your cum and I’ll let you have mine.”
I let go of my tenuous hold over the thin threads keeping me on this side of release and plummet with a loud wail of his name.
He falls right behind me, moving fast and hard until the warmth of his cum floods my pussy, expending us both as we fall flat onto the bed. Archer rolls us on our side before he can crush me, slowly easing himself out and replacing his cock with his fingers. Taking those from me as well, he brings our combined release to my lips, pacifying me with it as he softly whispers that he loves me before I drift off to sleep in his arms.