6. Archer
Chapter 6
Archer
Because people always assumed I was a bottom, I tried not to assume what role people liked to play in the bedroom. But never did I ever think Shane would be a fucking bottom, or that we’d end up here.
I dug my fingers into his sides, hoping they left bruises. Burying myself deep, I didn’t dare close my eyes. This was all a dream. A scorching hot figment of my imagination.
Shane keened beneath me, pressing his juicy ass into me. I released his hip and cracked my hand across one of the plump, lightly fuzzy globes. Shane whined. All his little noises made my dick throb. The only thing better than a beefy bottom was one who wasn’t afraid to make noise.
“That’s right. Let me hear you.” I slid out slowly, watching the way his hole wrapped around my cock when I pushed back in. I reached for the place where we joined and touched him there, on that sensitive ring of stretched skin. An unholy, unhinged, utterly depraved moan tore out of him. “That’s a good slut. Such a needful thing.”
Shane buried his face into the back of the couch. It made me feel cheated that I couldn’t see the look on his gorgeous face as I fucked him into oblivion, but with any luck, this wouldn’t be a one-off.
I slammed into him, gripping his hips to anchor him in place. I drove into him as hard as I could, again and again. My pace was relentless, and I did my best to drag my dick across his prostate as often as I could without making him come. Not yet.
Lifting my leg, I put my foot on the couch, changing the angle. I slowed my pace and smoothed my hands over his back. I had a thing for a sexy back and Shane’s was a fucking dream. Wide and unblemished, unmarked by tattoos. A beautiful blank canvas stretched out in front of me. I’d clocked Shane’s half sleeve when I’d walked into the bar the other day, and when he’d stripped and knelt on the couch, I’d spotted another on his calf.
I leaned forward and kissed his shoulder. I wanted to mark him up. The urge was there to leave trails of hickeys where I itched to leave ink. Fucking Shane unlocked this feral little goblin inside me that wanted to mark him and keep him. I put my hand between his shoulder blades and pressed down, giving the illusion that I was totally in control, that he was trapped under me, subject to my whims. My mercy.
I had none.
I fucked him long and hard until my leg quivered and threatened to buckle. I put my other foot back on the floor. Shane had devolved into this needy slut, incapable of speech. The only sounds he’d made for the past several minutes were a litany of whimpers and moans.
Too close to coming and not ready for it to be over yet, I slowed my pace and folded myself against Shane’s body. I slid my arm around his waist and reached around, taking his thick cock in hand.
“God, this thing is a beast.” I stroked him from root to tip, swallowing a sound of my own when his ass tightened around my cock. “Such a nice toy.” I swiped my thumb over the head of his dick, gathering a bead of moisture and spreading it around. Underneath me, Shane writhed back and forth, fucking himself with my dick .
I let my other hand drag higher on his torso. My fingers flicked his nipples, tugged them. Pinched and twisted and Shane’s motions stuttered and broke. His whole big, beautiful body trembled.
“Please…”
He begged so fucking prettily, how could I possibly refuse? Shane was flushed and sweat-soaked and fucking trembling. His skin was tinted pink from the tips of his ears down to the tops of his shoulders and the back of his neck.
“Such a pretty slut.” I thrust harder, snapping my hips. Drawing on a reserve of energy I wasn’t sure I’d had a minute ago. Holy shit it had been forever since I’d been this fucking keyed up. Shane was a sight underneath me, bulky and begging. He turned his head and looked at me. He was a fucking wreck. A ruin. And I’d done that to him.
He reached for me, the fingers on his left hand brushed my leg, then found purchase. “Feels incredible.”
His eyes shut and I wanted to snap at him to look at me, to watch me as I filled his ass, but I bit back that particular urge. I jerked him faster, watching the way his eyebrows pinched together.
“So pretty.” Every muscle in my body screamed at me. Fatigue made my legs quake, but I was determined to make Shane come first. “My slut is so fucking hot for me, so wet.”
I stroked his cock, sliding my thumb over the head again. Shane bucked into the touch and I sped up.
Shane shattered when he came. He pressed back into me, begging for more of my cock as if I had more to give. His fingers dug into my leg like the spikes on a bear trap. He was sweaty perfection, trembling underneath me, filling my hand with his cum. Collapsing in a boneless heap, he quivered when I continued to stroke him with his own spend.
“Archer—please. ”
“Please what?” I wanted to lean down and sink my teeth into him. But instead, I snapped my hips and chased my own release. Shane’s ass was still impossibly tight and hot and oh, God, so fucking good. I definitely didn’t want this to be a one-time thing. Maybe a one-time-a-day thing, but even that sounded insufficient. My sex life had been a famine and after being presented with a feast it was impossible to think of anything less.
I came so hard I saw stars. So hard my bones liquefied. My hips snapped a broken rhythm, thrusting deeper and deeper, filling the condom instead of the gorgeous ass. Next time. Next time I’d fill him with my cum and then fuck it out of him.
For now, I simply collapsed against his back, panting and heaving, spent and sated. My knees threatened to give way, but Shane’s body held me up as I recovered.
When lying there became uncomfortable, I carefully pulled out, making sure to take the condom with me in my retreat. I slipped it off and looked around for what to do with it.
Shane unfolded himself and took it from me, his cheeks still pink.
“I’ll take care of that.”
I wanted to thank him by climbing into his lap and kissing him stupid. But the moment for kissing had come and gone without me taking advantage. Maybe next time. There had to be a next time. Now that I’d had a taste of Shane, I wanted more. I wanted to learn all the little things that made him squirm.
He came back from disposing of the condom and reached for his pants. I did the same, because standing around with your dick out after a hookup was awkward as fuck.
Because I didn’t want the first thing one of us said to be about how we shouldn’t have done that, or how we shouldn’t do it again, I took a step toward Shane and tilted my head back. Reaching for him, I wound my arms around his neck and was rewarded when he wrapped his arms around me in return.
And I took the kiss I’d forgotten to get before. Compared to what we’d just done, it was chaste. Sweet. Shane’s mouth was soft and he tasted of sugar. He moaned into my mouth and I ate that up. I wanted to consume him. Devour him.
Sex wasn’t a cure for shit, but I felt better than I had in weeks. All my problems were still there, and maybe I’d added a few more by fucking Cyrus’s boss, but none of that mattered. Not when I was soupy and sated and felt like I could curl up and have the first real sleep I’d had in ages.
Shane ended the kiss. “I have to get downstairs and get shit going.”
“I have to go pretend I know how to get my life back together.” I pulled away from Shane and tugged my shirt back on. Combing my fingers through my hair, I looked at him. “Do I look as freshly fucked as I feel?”
Shane lifted his hand and did a seesaw motion. “A little. But I think you’ll be fine.”
I reached for him and straightened his hair with my fingers, making him look more presentable. I didn’t want to ask if we could do this again because I didn’t want him to let me down easy. I didn’t want him to let me down at all. Shane felt like the first right thing in a shit-storm of wrong and I wanted to hold onto that for as long as I could.
“Better?” he asked.
Maybe he wasn’t going to say thank you, let’s not do this again. Maybe he’d enjoyed himself as much as I’d enjoyed myself. Although, there was that whole name-calling thing.
“You’re okay with what we did, right? The names and stuff? It just—” How did I tell him that calling him my slut felt right? I didn’t. I let my sentence hang and waited on eggshells for his response .
Shane bent and kissed me again. On the lips, the corner of the mouth, the side of my fucking neck. My bones threatened to turn to mush when his breath ghosted past my ear.
“Everything we did was fucking brilliant.”
He pulled away looking sheepish. Like it had cost him something to admit that to me.
“Thanks.” Because what the fuck else did you say to something like that? “I’m glad,” I added, ignoring the way my skin tightened and the knot of awkward in my guts twisted.
“I have to get going, but can we exchange numbers? Even if we don’t do this again, I’d like to be friends.”
Shane pulled his phone out and handed it to me. I sent myself a message and handed his phone back.
He was endearing, adorable, the way he grinned and tucked his phone away. I could tell that he didn’t want me to leave, but he had shit to do, and I should have shit to do too. I had to get my life figured out so maybe one day I’d be worthy of a guy like him.
I grabbed my bag and let myself out, Shane following me down the stairs. I wanted to pause at the bottom and kiss him again, but I didn’t want to get worked up again. My arousal hadn’t vanished—it had abated now—but all it would take was a taste of him to ratchet up again.
I opened the back door and spilled out into the parking lot. Blinking at the bright sun, I didn’t see the kitchen door swing open, but I heard it… and Cyrus’s surprised voice say my name.
“Archer?”
Shane appeared at my back a moment later.
“Shane? What were you doing?”
Shit, fuck, crap, shit, fuck. What was I supposed to say? Nothing? Playing cards? I tripped and fell and my dick landed in your boss ?
“I was showing Archer the upstairs. He needs a space for a shop and I need a renter,” Shane said so fucking smoothly that the words almost didn’t register.
Cyrus’s face lit up and I hated that it had been a lie because he looked thrilled down to his bones. “That’s a great idea. If you need help with rent—” Cyrus started, but I raised my hand, stopping him.
“Shane and I have a lot to talk about, so don’t get ahead of yourself.”
Cyrus made a zipper motion across his lips. “I won’t say a word,” he promised.
After shooting us another goofy grin, he ducked back into the kitchen and shut the door.
I turned to face Shane. “What the fuck was that?”