Chapter 21
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
GRACE
Archer Graves is kissing me.
It’s my only thought as his hand curls around my waist, painting my skin with heated sparks and muddying my mind. Once my shock wears off, desire floods my system, and I kiss him back, losing myself to the feel of his lips, his hands, his breath.
Warmth floods my veins, pooling low in my stomach and filling me with an insatiable hunger. I want Archer Graves as much as he wants me, and I’m tired of fighting it.
A few minutes later, he breaks away, pressing his forehead to mine, both of us flushed and breathing hard. “God, you’re perfect,” he says, reaching up to cup the side of my face in his calloused palm. “I need more.”
He crashes his mouth to mine, his lips working expertly against mine. His hands move down to cup the base of my ass, and I moan, leaning further into his bruising touch.
Archer nips my lower lip, and I yelp, prompting his chest to shake with a dark chuckle.
His hands slide up to my waist, and he lifts me off the ground easily, placing me onto the very edge of his desk.
He steps between my thighs, one hand curling around my throat while the other sweeps over the desk, sending the contents clattering to the floor.
My purse goes flying, landing on the floor with a dull thud. From the corner of my eye, I watch the bejeweled butt plug roll out, shining like a beacon against the dark flooring.
Oh God.
Mr. Graves looks at the plug, his mouth tipping in a smirk. “What a dirty little thing. You continue to surprise me, Grace.”
I don’t know how to respond, so I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him down for another passionate kiss. He groans, and heat pools between my thighs.
Still kissing me, his fingers work furiously on his shirt buttons.
When it’s not quick enough, Mr. Graves rips the whole thing off, sending the buttons shooting across the room.
His chest rumbles with a sexy growl as he reaches for the base of my blouse, his fingertips teasingly brushing the strip of skin below my belly button.
“I want to see you.”
He eases my shirt up and over my head, and I shake out my hair, pushing out my chest as Archer stares down at me like he’s discovered God.
“Jesus, you’re fucking stunning,” he says, all but salivating over me.
A thrill goes through me, and I reach out, fingers trembling as I undo the button on his pants. Archer shrugs off his shirt, baring his chest, and I freeze at the sight of his chiseled abdomen, caught by a sudden urge to run my tongue along the deep v leading below his belt line.
“You can touch.” He leads my hands toward him. “I want you to.”
I nod, biting my lip as I close the distance, running my hands up and down his abdomen, tracing each of his rippling muscles. When I dip my fingers below the waistline of his boxers, Archer tips his head back in a groan, his body shuddering from the strain to keep himself from losing control.
“You can let go,” I whisper seductively. “I want you to.”
His eyes light with hunger. “I don’t think you know what you’re asking…”
“I think I do.” Leaning forward, I place a tender kiss to a thin silver scar lying just above his heart. “I want you, Archer Graves. In every possible way.”
“Fuck,” he groans, his grip tightening on my waist. “Fuck.”
His body shudders as the last thread of his control snaps, and he lunges forward, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss. One of his hands leaves my waist, but I don’t care enough to ask what he’s doing.
Archer breaks away, his chest rising and falling rapidly in the aftermath of the kiss. “Lie back,” he says, coaxing me to lie back on his desk. With a whimper, I do as he asks, utterly vulnerable and exposed as I settle my shoulders against the unforgiving surface.
“That’s it. Just like that,” he says. His hand trails down my stomach slowly, teasingly, stopping at the apex of my thighs. Instead of touching me like I so desperately want, he pulls away, leaving me cold and empty without his touch.
“Archer,” I whimper. “What—”
“Shh. I’m here, angel.”
His hand brushes my inner thigh, leaving behind some sort of slick residue. Something hard presses against my entrance, and I jerk back, startled by the foreign sensation.
“What…?” My eyes widen as I gaze at the large purple vibrator clutched in Archer’s palm, inching toward my pussy.
“Relax, Grace,” he orders, his palm pressing gently against the center of my chest, easing me back onto the desk. “I’m going to make you feel good. You want that, don’t you, Grace?”
“Y-yes.” I’m unable to think past the loud buzzing in my head. “Yes, I do.”
“Then you’re going to have to trust me.” His dark eyes bore into mine. “Lie back and let me worship this gorgeous body. Let me show you what it feels like to come undone.”
I swallow hard. “Okay.”
Archer grins, pushing the head of the vibrator against my entrance once more.
I’m aroused to the point I probably wouldn’t need the lube to take it, but it helps the toy slide inside easily.
My head tips back in a moan as it settles in the deepest part of me, filling me in all the ways I’ve been craving.
“You take it so well,” he says, his gaze trained on my pussy. He carefully slides out the toy just to push it back inside me, and I cry out as pleasure shudders throughout my body. “Are you ready?”
“Re…ready for what?”
Instead of answering, Archer presses a hidden button at the base of the vibrator, and it roars to life with a loud buzzing sound.
The projection sitting over my clit suckles as sloppy wet sounds fill the room, but it feels too damn good for me to care.
Archer presses the button again, and a mechanical whir emanates from deep inside me as the ridged part at the head of the vibrator begins to pulse.
“Oh God!” I cry, my head tipping back as my pleasure crests. “I’m… I’m going to come!”
“Come for me.” He angles the toy so the ridged part is thumping against that spot, sending me barreling toward the edge of oblivion. “Fucking come for me, angel.”
“Fuck!” I scream, my muscles contracting as the weight of my orgasm tears through me. My nerve endings are on fire, my mind numb to anything other than the intense pleasure lacing every ounce of my being.
“So beautiful,” Archer whispers, turning off the vibrator. It slides out of me with a sloppy, wet sound, but I’m too gone to care. “How was that?”
“So…amazing.” My vision slowly returns as I come down. “I think you should pick that one.”
He grins, and something in it makes me uneasy. “How will we know which is better if we don’t try both?”
My eyes widen. “Wait—”
But it’s too late. By the time I blink, Archer has the second vibrator clutched in his palm, the tip glistening with lube. He presses the head inside me, and I cry out, still sensitive from the stimulation of the last one.
“Archer, wait. I can’t come again. Not so soon.”
His eyes glint, but I can't quite make out the emotion. “You can. You will.” He leans forward, pressing his lips to my inner thigh. “You wanted me to let go, to lose control. That’s what I’m giving you, Grace.
Tonight, you’re mine, and I’m going to make you come until your body and mind break, until the only thought in that pretty little head is when you’re going to get your next fix. ”
He lashes out, nipping the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and I whimper as the pain and pleasure mingle, confusing me as much as it turns me on.
Archer presses the button on the vibrator before it’s all the way inside me, and I gasp as the head begins swelling inside me. Slowly, he pushes it to the deepest part of me, then fucks me with the toy.
He reaches up with his free hand, ripping my bra off my body, baring my breasts. He toys with my nipple, pinching it cruelly between a thumb and forefinger as his teeth sink into my inner thigh again, hard enough to break the skin.
My back arches as the toy presses to the deepest part of me, still swelling, filling me past the point of comfort.
There’s a click, and the projection hovering over my clit begins vibrating, stimulating the sensitive bundle of nerves.
My body convulses, the sensation too much, too soon.
But Archer is unrelenting, moving the toy inside me in just the right way to bring me the most pleasure.
My vision tunnels, and when he twists my nipple, I come with a scream, the room shattering around me.
“You come so beautifully.” His voice is tinged with awe as he stares at my pussy clenching around the toy. “I could watch you for hours…”
Breathing hard, I slump back against the desk, my body twitching in the aftermath of the intense orgasm.
“I… okay…” My eyes roll to the back of my head as I’m overcome with a wave of intense satisfaction. At this moment, I’d give Mr. Graves anything he wanted. Anything.
Archer pulls the toy from me, tossing it aside so he has use of both his hands again. He grips my waist, his mouth hovering dangerously close to my clit as he stares up at me with those burning red eyes.
“So?” He leans forward, pressing a soft kiss to my clit. It's so light and gentle, but the stimulation is too much, too soon.
“Archer!” I yelp, trying to wriggle away to no avail. “I’m… I can’t. I’m too sensitive.”
“Mmm. That’s what you said the first time.”
His fingertips sink into my hips as his tongue lashes out, dragging slowly up my center. My nerve endings light up, sending pleasurable shivers through my body, curling my toes, and filling my head with a loud whooshing sound.
“Archer!” I fist my fingers into his thick hair, wanting to push him away and pull him closer—and it's the latter that desire wins.
“Fuck!” I yank him flush against me, desperate to feel his tongue all over. “Yes! God, yes!”
Archer’s chuckle vibrates against my skin, and the sensation has my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Just when I think he’s going to give me the pleasure I’m seeking, he pulls away, leaving me cold and wanting.
“Archer,” I whine, moving my hips in an attempt to feel him again. “I was so close.”
“I know, angel.” His hand settles on my stomach, holding me flat to the desk. “I’m going to fuck you now. You can come all you want once I’m inside you.”
He steps forward, his hips flush with the edge of the desk. I look down, and a gasp rings out as I take in the size of his cock.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, dread replacing some of the desire thrumming in my veins. “There’s no fucking way.”
His mouth tips in a smirk as he reaches down, dragging his fingers up my slicked center. I gasp as he pushes two inside easily, then a third.
“You’re ready for me, angel.” His words hold a dark promise I don’t fully understand. “You can take it.”
Without warning, Archer pulls his fingers from me, leaving me empty and wanting. His eyes light with hunger as he wraps his fist around his hard length, easing the tip toward my dripping center.
The head eases in, stretching me and bringing tears to my eyes.
“That’s it,” he rasps, relentlessly pushing deeper, not giving me time to breathe. “You’re doing so good. Just a little more. There. Right there. Oh my fucking God.” His head tips back with a groan as his cock hits the deepest part of me. “This pussy is so perfect.”
He reaches forward, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me up. “Look,” he orders, moving my chin down to my chest so I’m forced to look at our joined bodies. “Look how well you take me, angel. Your body was fucking made for taking my cock. So perfect and full.”
He reaches up, cupping my breast as he lowers his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue swirling and teasing my nipple. I cry out, heat coiling low in my belly as Archer moves in me, his hips jerking once, twice, and seating deep inside me once more.
His grip tightens as his head tips back, a powerful groan shaking the walls of his office as his cock begins pulsing, his abdomen rippling as he releases deep inside me.
My eyes widen with alarm. “Are… are you coming inside me?”
Instead of answering, Archer's hand covers my mouth, holding me to the table as he thrusts, rutting me into the table. He’s still coming, his cock still rock hard inside me, and there’s nothing I can do but take it.
“Fuck.” His grip becomes painful as he continues fucking me violently, but I love it all the more. “Fuck, yes.”
With his tortured groan, I come undone. Stars spark in my eyes as my orgasm rips through me, so sudden and powerful, my vision goes dark.
When I come to, Archer is sliding in and out of me slowly, peppering my face and neck with tender kisses. His hands roam over my body, touching every inch of me, worshipping my curves. When he’s done, he brushes my hair off my forehead before cupping my face, his eyes full of wonder.
“That was… amazing…”
My head is still spinning from the wild sex, but I’m all too aware of Archer’s cock sitting deep inside me, pulsing with the last of his release.
Although it doesn’t seem to be going down…
He grins, as if he knows what I’m thinking about. “I’m not done with you, Grace. Not even close.”
He takes me on the sofa, against the wall, on the floor, and then back on the desk. By the time he’s finished, my body is completely spent, Archer’s office is covered in our sex, and I don’t think I can keep my eyes open a moment longer.
Thankfully, Archer has no plans to let me go home. He scoops my body into his arms, walking us over to the couch at the far end of the room, and lies down with me on his chest.
He rubs his hand up and down my spine, whispering words in my ear that I can’t quite comprehend. He feels so safe, and so warm, I can’t help but let my eyes slide closed.
And I fall.