34. Thirty-Four
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THIRTY-FOUR
MILA
I asked Archer to bring me home. I needed some space and some time with my best friend. The minute I walked inside, Lacey saw the look on my face and hopped up from the table.
“Mila, what’s wrong? What happened?”
“I-I’m fine. I just…” I dropped my bag to the floor, and her arms wrapped around me.
“If Archer hurt you, I’m going to kill him,” she promised, holding me tight.
I let myself fall apart in her arms, letting out the frustration I had been holding inside of me. I couldn’t help but sob into her shoulder, the stress and confusion of the past days finally catching up to me. I told her everything I had learned and everything else weighing me down.
Lacey listened attentively, her blue eyes wide and full of concern. She didn’t speak a word. Just let me vent until I had nothing left to say. When I finally fell silent, she pulled back gently and looked at me, her expression soft and caring.
“Mila, you’re my best friend. I’m here for you, no matter what,” she assured me, her hand resting on my cheek. “And if you are committed to Archer and whatever crazy fucking life he is a part of, then I support whatever decisions you make. I will say this, though: I can tell you there are worse things in this life than having a foursome with those three. Like, are you kidding me? Where can I sign up?” she joked, trying to lighten the mood.
I took a deep breath, feeling a semblance of calm wash over me. Lacey was right. I loved Archer, and I was committed to him. If that meant I had to show my loyalty to his father, then so be it. I would do whatever it took to be with him.
“You might be right,” I said, wiping away the last remnants of my tears. “And I know Archer would do anything to protect me, so the least I can do is protect him.”
Lacey nodded understandingly. “That's true. As much as I hate to admit it, he's a keeper, Mila. He’s a little intense, but you are good for each other.”
Sighing, I picked up my bag and gestured toward the door. “Well, enough of this sad sack stuff. Let's get some pizza and wine and talk about you and me tonight. Forget about all this madness for a while.”
Lacey's face lit up with a smile. “I'm down with that.”
“Oh, save the date because there’s a huge masquerade tomorrow, and you need to buy a dress for it.”
“What! Are you serious? Tomorrow! Oh my god, I am so excited! What do you think I should wear? What mask should I get?”
“Whatever you want,” I replied with a smirk. “Archer told me it’s an exclusive event where anything goes. The only rule is to wear your mask the entire time.”
“Orgies?” she exclaimed. “Please tell me there will be orgies…”
I couldn’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm. “What is wrong with you?”
“Oh, Mila. Let me live a little. You get to live my dream life, so if there are orgies, your girl is there!”
“I guess if you’re going to participate in an orgy, the safest place to do it is in the manor with armed guards,” I chuckled darkly.
"I love you, Mila. Thank you for letting me be a part of this with you.”
“Love you most, Lace. I wouldn’t take anyone else. ”
The night was a blur of endless pizza slices and overflowing wine glasses. We cackled like madwomen, gushing about our latest crushes, and it felt euphoric having the rare bonding time with her. Archer respected my wishes for space, but as soon as Lacey retired to bed and I was left alone in my room, the void he left behind became unbearable. Despite my efforts to deny it, I craved his presence like oxygen. He had seeped into every fiber of my being, an essential piece I couldn't live without.
I pulled out my phone, contemplating sending him a text, then set my phone down. I paced around my room, sipping on another glass of wine. The red lace of the lingerie he had bought me stared at me from my drawer. I decided to slip it on, letting the lace caress my sensitive skin. I snapped several photos of me laughing drunkenly and attached them to a text message.
“Missing you.”
My thumbs hovered over the send button, my heart pounding. But in the end, I was a weak bitch, and my desire to feel his touch was too strong. With a deep breath, I hit send, the message flying across the digital space between us.
I paced back and forth, waiting for his response, each step echoing inside my head. My heart ached for him, the void of his absence made me feel empty and lost. A few minutes later, my phone buzzed in my hand. I hesitated before looking down.
“Open your front door.”
I tiptoed downstairs, praying Lacey didn’t see me walking through the house with my ass and tits hanging out, my arousal dripping all over the floor at the thought of Archer. I unlocked the door and pulled it open. Archer stood there, his eyes immediately zeroing in on me, turning me on even more.
“Mila,” he breathed out, his voice a low rumble.
“Archer,” I whispered back while my heart raced. “What are you waiting for?”
“Maybe I’m waiting for you to invite me in?”
“Get in here and fuck me.”
He chuckled softly, a light breeze carrying his laugh to my ears as he stepped inside. The scent of his cologne filled my lungs as he pulled me into a tight embrace, his lips grazing my neck.
"You taste like wine and desire," he murmured, his breath hot against my skin.
"Because that's who I am, Archer. A walking contradiction of love and chaos."
"But I love you just the same, Mila. Your messy edges are my favorite part. They mirror the life you're falling into."
"And the life I'm running away from?"
"The same," he said, his thumb rubbing circles on my back.
“Archer. I need you."
Archer pulled me closer, his lips brushing against my neck, making me shiver with desire. "I need you too, Mila. More than you know."
“Show me,” I breathed against his lips.
He scooped me into his arms without hesitation and carried me upstairs. Setting me on my bed, he took off his shirt, revealing the tattooed body that drove me crazy. Every inch of him screamed raw power, and I was entirely at his mercy.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Mila,” he whispered softly, running his fingers down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “I will spend all of eternity worshiping every inch of you, starting between your thighs.”
He dropped to his knees, his hands gripping my thighs as he looked up at me, his eyes filled with primal hunger. He began to kiss my inner thighs, his tongue tracing lines up and down until I was gasping for more. His lips finally found their destination, and his tongue plunged inside me as I arched my back, crying out his name. His fingers found my clit, stroking it in time with his tongue as he suckled me. I was already soaked, and the sensation of his mouth on me almost sent me over the edge.
"Archer, I'm going to come," I moaned, my hips bucking against his face.
"That's it, baby. Let go," he growled, and his words sent me into a tailspin .
My climax hit me like a ton of bricks, my entire body trembling as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. I could feel his fingers still working their magic, milking every last drop from me. I was breathless, my mind reeling as I watched him pull away, his lips glistening.
"You taste like an angel, Mila," he said, his eyes gleaming with hunger.
I looked down at him, my body still quivering from the intensity of my orgasm. I shifted my body closer to him, bringing my lips closer to his. I touched my lips against his, only briefly, before pulling back. I bit my bottom lip and tossed my hair back, bringing my lips to his ear.
"Let me taste the devil, Archer," my voice was a whisper, and I was shocked by the desperate need for it.
Archer stared into my eyes, and his breath hitched as I spoke. He took a step back, a devious grin spreading across his face.
"As you wish, Mila," he growled, his hands reaching down to undo his belt.
The sound of the leather clasp unbuckling echoed through the room as he stepped out of his jeans, leaving him standing before me in nothing but his boxers. He kicked them off, revealing his thick erection, fully hard and pressing against the fabric.
"Get on your knees and suck my cock," he demanded.
I had thought about it and fantasized about it, but the reality of it was overwhelming. My heart pounded as I dropped to my knees before him. I reached out and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, my fingers brushing up against the sensitive skin.
"Slowly," he growled, his eyes locked onto mine.
I took my time, tracing the length of his shaft with my tongue, savoring the taste and the feel of him. My tongue flicked over the head, his arousal leaking out and coating my lips. I took him into my mouth, feeling my throat stretch around him as I swallowed. He was too big, and I struggled to open my mouth to accommodate him. I gagged slightly, but didn’t pull away.
I wanted this .
I needed this.
“That’s my good girl,” he groaned, his hands threading through my hair as he thrust his hips forward, pushing deeper into my mouth.
I wanted him to control it, to take all of me, to show me what it felt like to be with him completely, but I struggled to breathe, his arousal coating the back of my throat.
“Breathe through your nose, baby,” he said, and I obeyed, sucking in air through my nostrils while keeping him in my mouth.
I moved my head up and down, trying to adjust to his size, sliding my saliva-covered lips up and down his shaft. I caught his eyes, and he gave me a nod of approval.
“You’re doing so well,” he praised, his tone soft and soothing.
His words were like a lifeline, pulling me back from the edge of panic. I closed my eyes and focused on my breathing, trying to keep it steady and even. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue, the tip hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. He groaned low, the sound reverberating through his body and into mine.
His hands tightened in my hair, guiding me, setting the pace. I chose to follow him, my body in sync with his movements, my throat opening and closing around him. It was definitely not pretty, but it was raw, real, and undeniably intimate.
He pulled my head away from him abruptly, his erection glistening with my saliva. I looked up at him, my face flushed and my heart pounding. He was staring down at me, his eyes dark with desire.
"I'm going to come," he growled. "And I want you to swallow all of it."
I swallowed nervously, the idea of taking his cum into my mouth and throat making me slightly queasy.
"I'll swallow," I promised, my voice barely above a whisper.
He grinned, a devilish gleam in his eyes. "Good girl.”
He thrust his hips forward, his erection hitting the back of my throat, and I choked back my gag reflex. He held my head in place, his fingers digging into my scalp as he began to thrust harder and faster. I could feel his cock getting bigger, filling my mouth and throat until I was gasping for air, desperate for oxygen.
"Please," I choked out, pulling my mouth back. My eyes watered, and hot tears streamed down my face. "I can't breathe."
"You want my cum, don't you?" he growled, his voice a ragged whisper. "You want to swallow my sin, feel it fill your belly?"
I nodded, unable to find words, my throat constricting around his cock. My body was aching for release, for this connection with him, even if it meant I had to suffer for it.
"Then take it all, baby," he commanded, his hips now pounding into my face, his cock sliding in and out of my throat with brutal force. "Take every last drop of me."
I did as he said, my body trembling with the effort of holding in my air, my lungs begging for relief.
He grunted and pushed harder, his hips slamming against my face as he came. The warmth of his cum hit the back of my throat, and I struggled to keep it down, but the feeling of him filling me was overwhelming. I panicked for a moment, struggling to swallow all of it, my body locked in a battle for air. But I pushed through the pain, swallowing harder and harder, taking every last drop into me.
When he pulled away, I collapsed to the floor, my body wracked with convulsions. I was spent, my mind and body limp, my throat raw and swollen.
Archer knelt down beside me, his hand on my cheek, his eyes soft and tender. "You did well, Mila," he said, his voice gentle and reassuring. "You took every last drop of me."
I looked up at him, my eyes swollen and red from the tears. I could feel his cum still in my throat, but I didn't care. I had never felt so connected to him, so alive.
"I love you, Archer," I murmured, barely able to get the words through my trembling lips.
His gaze locked with mine, his own eyes shining with unbridled adoration. "I love you too, Mila.”
Leaning down, he captured my lips in a deep kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. The taste of him was like a drug— intoxicating and addictive. With gentle hands, he lifted me into his arms, carried me to the soft bed, and settled in behind me.
Closing my eyes, I savored the sensation of being held by him, feeling the heat radiating from his body and the thud of his heart against mine. That was where I belonged—in his arms and in his heart.