37. Thirty-Seven
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THIRTY-SEVEN
MILA
“ M ila, this is the most amazing party I’ve ever been to,” Lacey yelled over the music.
She looked so happy…and drunk, dressed in a pink fluffy gown and a matching pink mask. I danced with her and Maddie, letting our bodies move seductively against each other. The music throbbed through our veins, the beat synching perfectly with our movements.
“What do you say we make this party a little more exciting?” Maddie asked, pulling out a baggie with little white pills and shaking it in front of us.
“Hell yes!” Lacey giggled, opening her mouth.
Maddie placed a pill on her tongue, and Lacey eagerly swallowed, sipping her drink simultaneously.
“Your turn, beautiful. Open wide.” Maddie pulled me to her, playfully tipping my head back with her finger.
I opened my mouth and let her put a pill on my tongue, greedily swallowing the champagne she poured into my mouth. Adrenaline flooded my senses as the pill slid down my throat, mingling with the alcohol already coursing through my system. It wasn’t long before the lights seemed brighter, the music louder, and the party cranked up to a whole new level of intensity. I watched couples have sex against the walls, on the floors, and while dancing. Lacey and Maddie were grinning wildly, their eyes glazed over.
Lacey twirled around with a carefree laugh, her pink ball gown billowing out around her like a cloud. When she started dancing with another masked patron, Maddie pulled me closer, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she whispered in my ear, “Let’s make this a night to remember, virgin girl,” she popped several pills in her mouth and flashed her tongue at me, the white pills beginning to dissolve on her tongue. She wrapped her hands around the back of my head and pulled my face to hers, pressing her mouth to mine. Her tongue invaded my mouth, pushing the pills across the threshold. I had never been kissed by a girl before, and as her lips moved against mine, I felt a new kind of excitement coursing through my veins. The taste of her was intoxicating, and it took my breath away as her lips devoured mine. As I struggled to breathe and register what was happening, Maddie pushed me away, her lips curled into a smirk.
“Not bad, virgin girl. You probably drive Archer wild with that mouth of yours. Maybe I’ll try him myself,” she laughed maniacally, her eyes now wholly glazed over, her pupils dilated, and her movements erratic. I tried to grasp what was happening, but my mind was on a different plane, detached from reality.
I stared at her, trying to make sense of her words, but my brain was dizzy, and my body felt numb. I stumbled back, trying to catch my breath as my mind raced. My eyes met Archer’s across the room, his expression changing when he saw mine. He pushed through the crowd, his eyes never leaving mine.
Lacey reappeared, her mask askew and her dress ripped in several places, stumbling toward us. She threw her arms around my neck, her body convulsing with laughter.
“I’m going to go have hot, masked sex with that guy I was dancing with. He says he’s a Libra, so we can talk about our astrological compatibility while he goes down on me,” Lacey giggled against my cheek, balancing her weight on my arms.
“Are you okay, Lacey? Are you sure you’re not too high? ”
“Mila, live a little. Have hot, high sex with your husband. Trust me, it’s an entirely different experience,” she said, patting my cheeks and kissing my lips. “I love you, sister. I’m proud of you. I expect all the details of his proposal before he gave you that giant rock.”
I looked down at the ring on my finger, smiling because nothing escaped Lacey. Archer’s arm wrapped around my waist, letting me know he was there.
“I love you too, Lace. Be careful. Make smart decisions,” I reminded her.
“Archer, take care of my best friend and give her mind-blowing orgasms, or I’ll cut your dick off,” she warned him before blowing me a kiss and skipping toward the masked man.
He smiled, waved at us, and let her drag him, disappearing into the crowd.
“Are you okay?” Archer asked concern etched on his face.
“I feel… like I’m floating outside my body, but still inside of it,” I admitted. “Does that make sense?”
Archer pulled me to him, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, anchoring myself to him. “That’s the drugs, baby,” he laughed.
The room seemed to spin around us as if on cue, and the music pulsed through my veins, making me feel weightless. We danced, swaying in sync with the rhythm, and I felt the warmth of his body pressed against mine. The world around us blurred, and all that mattered was the moment we shared. His hands danced expertly on my back, his fingers drawing the most erotic patterns, setting my body on fire. I couldn't help but close my eyes, lost in the sensation of his touch.
Archer's lips found mine, and all thought fled my mind as our tongues danced with one another. As our kiss intensified, he brushed his thumb over my cheek, the tenderness in his eyes stirring something deep within me. I gazed up at him, my heart pounding, and whispered, "I love you."
Archer's smile was warm and loving, and he replied, "I love you too." He pulled me closer, his body heat enveloping me, and we continued to dance, lost in the rhythm and the intensity of our love .
His hands dug into my flesh, cupping my ass, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the bulge in his pants, and I wanted him badly. I reached down and grabbed the bulge, feeling his hardness through his pants, and moaned softly.
“Careful, little rabbit.”
“I’m done being careful.” I lifted his shirt out of his pants and reached my hand inside his briefs, wrapping my hand around his thick cock.
Archer groaned deeply, his body tensing beneath my touch. He rested his forehead against mine, our eyes locking for a moment before I slowly started stroking him, my desire dripping down my thighs. His hips bucked slightly, seeking more contact. I rubbed him gently, feeling the heat of our contact.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked.
“Fuck no,” he rasped, his eyes never leaving mine.
I squeezed him harder, and he let out a low growl.
“Tell me what you want to do to me.”
“You better be careful what you ask for because I won’t be able to control myself,” he warned, his voice thick with desire.
“I know.”
With that, he led me toward a secluded corner of the room, behind his throne, away from prying eyes. Kai and Theo were preoccupied with multiple girls, and the rest of the crowd was high, drunk, or engaged in various orgies. I yearned for him, my sex throbbing between my legs, aching for his touch. I needed to feel him inside me, to be claimed by him again. I pushed him against the wall, and my mouth crashed against his, my tongue plunging into his mouth. His hands fisted my hair, pulling me closer. I reached down, wriggling my fingers through his briefs and wrapping them around his rock-hard cock. He groaned, and I smiled deviously as I removed my hand from his pants and reached for the zipper. With one swift motion, I opened it and shoved his briefs down, his erection springing free, stiff and throbbing. It was a magnificent sight, and I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock, stroking it slowly and firmly.
“You feel so good,” I murmured .
His chest rose and fell rapidly, his breathing labored as he tried to control himself.
“Fuck, I need to be inside of you right now,” he growled, his hips thrusting forward slightly.
I dropped to my knees, the cool, marble floor under my skin, as I grasped him tightly in my hand, bringing his velvety tip to my mouth. I licked the tip, tasting the sweet saltiness I knew would send him over the edge if I continued. As I took him in my mouth, his breath hitched, and he let out a strangled moan. His hands fisted in my hair, holding me in place as I sucked him gently, teasing him with the tip of my tongue before sliding my mouth farther down his shaft. I sucked the pulsating vein under his skin, tasting the pre-cum that had started to drip down his shaft. I hummed around his cock, pushing him deeper into my mouth, taking him to the back of my throat.
Archer’s eyes were closed, his breathing irregular, his hands still gripping my hair tightly. His hips bucked roughly, urging me to go deeper, and I obliged. As I sucked him, I reached down and touched myself, sliding my fingers in and out, covering them in my arousal. I pulled away, gasping for air, and licked my lips, his pre-cum glistening on them. He stood me up, slamming me against the wall, pulling my dress up, hunger in his eyes when he saw my fingers buried deep inside of myself.
“What are you doing to me?” he asked, kneeling in front of me and pulling my fingers out.
I stared into his eyes, my chest rising and falling rapidly with each labored breath. His mouth descended upon my fingers like a starving beast, slurping up every last drop of me with unbridled greed.
“Hold onto something, Mila,” he growled before plunging his tongue inside of me, devouring my essence as if it were a lifeline.
My body quivered in response, my knees threatening to buckle under the weight of intense pleasure as he held me upright, his shoulders bracing my legs for support.
His appetite was insatiable as he continued to feast on me, his tongue probing deeper inside me, his hands holding my hips tightly. The sensation of his mouth on my clit was better than any drug, and I moaned loudly, my head falling back against the curtains behind me. His hands slid up my thighs, his fingers finding their way inside me, delving deep into my wet and swollen folds. I gasped, fighting to stay upright as he fingered me in time with his frenzied tongue. His fingers curled up, hitting the sweet spot inside of me, causing my body to shake.
“You taste so good,” he looked up at me, his green irises darkening.
My orgasm was building, the sensations too much to bear. He must have sensed it, too, for he stopped his assault on my clit and stood up, scooping me into his arms.
“I need to get you somewhere private,” he panted against my neck.
As if on cue, a door opened nearby, and Kai and Theo stumbled out, gaping at the sight of us. Archer barely hesitated before striding past them. We ended up in a dimly lit room with a large oak desk and bookshelves covering the walls.
He set me on the desk gently. My legs spread wide, my sex on full display. Archer's eyes roamed over my body, hunger burning in their depths. He picked up a laptop from the desk, tapping a few keys, and the room was bathed in a soft glow. Archer's gaze never left mine as he pushed down his pants and slid his briefs down, letting both fall to the floor. His erection stood tall, hard as stone, his cock tip glistening with pre-cum. I reached down, taking him in my hands, stroking him slowly.
"I can't wait any longer," he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
With my free hand, I pulled him closer, his body pressed against mine. He kissed me deeply, our tongues intertwining, his cock pulsating against my thigh. I moved my hand to his ass, pulling him closer, feeling his hard cock pressing against my dripping wet center.
“Fuck me,” I whimpered, needing him inside of me.
He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust into me in one swift motion, slamming into my cervix. I moaned loudly, arching my back at the sheer thickness of him stretching me wide, my skin tingling from the drugs. He moved slowly, his hips undulating against me, and I thought I might explode from the feel of him.
“You feel so good,” he murmured.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside me. The only sound in the room was the melodious sound of his flesh slapping against mine. His strong hands gripped my hips, bruising me, guiding himself in and out, setting the pace.
“Harder,” I moaned, craving his roughness.
Archer obliged, his thrusts becoming rougher as he slammed into me. My body shook with each impact, my insides on fire with each thrust. I met his rhythm, pushing back into him, my nails digging into his back for support. He was a beast, possessing me with raw power, and I craved it. I moaned his name over and over; each sounding more desperate than the last. His mouth found my neck, his teeth sinking in with enough force to bruise. I didn’t care. I wanted him to mark me, to claim me as his. His tongue licked the wound, soothing it, while his fingers dug into my hips, holding me into place.
“I’m close,” he rasped, his voice quivering with need.
“Come inside me,” I begged, my core clenching around him, pulling him deeper.
Archer's pace quickened, matching the rising tempest within me. His fingers dug into my hips, holding me still as he plunged into me over and over.
"I'm going to come," I panted, my voice shaking with need.
Archer's thrusts grew even more powerful, his hips pistoning into me with a primal force. I could barely breathe, the pulsating pleasure building inside me like a raging storm. He groaned, calling out my name, as his climax hit. With each pulse of his cock, I felt the warm flood of his release inside me. My muscles tightened around him, the pleasure overwhelming me to the point that when I came, I screamed louder than I thought I was capable of as I exploded from within.
He collapsed onto me, his breath ragged, his hands still gripping my hips. I wrapped my legs around him, holding him close, savoring the smell of his skin. As the last of his spasms subsided, he pulled out of me, his still-erect cock glistening with our mingled juices. A whisper of a smirk played on Archer’s lips, and his eyes held a gleam of triumph. Helping me off the desk, his hands lingered on my skin even as he pulled away. He adjusted his clothes and then helped me pull my dress down and fix my hair.
Archer’s gaze never faltered from our surroundings as we left the office. His hand lingered on the small of my back, a possessive gesture that sent shivers down my spine. He sat on his throne and pulled me into his lap as we watched the crowd, but mostly watched each other.
“I think we just missed the best show in town," Kai said, shaking his head.
Archer chuckled, not taking his eyes off me. "You two need to get out more."
I sat on Archer's lap, feeling the warmth of his body against mine, the taste of him lingering on my lips.
As we sat together, the conversations of those around us slowly faded into the background. I looked up at Archer, his eyes never leaving mine, filled with a depth of emotion that I couldn't quite comprehend. His hand gently caressed my hair, brushing it away from my face, and I felt a warmth bloom inside me.
“You look tired, baby.”
“I’m exhausted.”
“Then let me get you to bed.”
“I need to find Lacey and make sure she gets home safe.”
“Lacey left with that guy in the blue mask about twenty minutes ago,” Theo remarked, drinking a glass of champagne. “She said to tell you she’d call you in the morning. Something about getting the best dick she’d ever had.”
“Oh, okay. Come to bed with me?” I turned to Archer, nuzzling in his neck.
“Anything for you,” he promised as he kissed my forehead.
Interlacing his fingers in mine, he led me upstairs and into our bedroom. I stepped out of my heels, and he unzipped my dress, letting it fall to the floor. He looked at me, taking in every curve of my body, and I could see the hunger in his eyes. I watched as he peeled off his shirt, tossing it to the ground. As much as I wanted to feel his mouth on me again, I felt like I was going to pass out, the alcohol and pills finally catching up to me. Archer scooped me into his arms, carrying me to the bed. He gently lowered me down, tucking me in, and I snuggled into the clean, soft sheets. I reached up and touched his face, my fingers finding their way to his lips, and he leaned down to give me a gentle, lingering kiss.
“Stay with me.”
Archer smiled softly, his eyes meeting mine as he whispered, “Always.”
He climbed onto the bed, curling around me, one arm draped over my waist, the other resting above his head. I snuggled closer, feeling his body heat enveloping me.
"I love you," I whispered.
"I love you too," Archer whispered, his voice deep and laced with tenderness. "Forever, baby."