11. Shane
Chapter 11
Shane
I had my fist raised to knock when the door swung open and a very eager Archer yanked me inside. With a fistful of shirt in one hand, he reached up and rugged me down into a kiss. There was no time to second-guess myself or whether or not I should be up here in the dead of night with a couple bottles of beer and a condom in my back pocket.
Archer was on his toes kissing me before the door was shut. The beers I held by the necks in my left hand clanked together as I stepped further into the space. I nudged the door shut with my foot and wrapped my arms around him.
Archer kissed like a force of nature. He consumed me. Every thought I’d had on the way up the stairs was swept away by that first taste of his mouth on mine. Archer tugged at my hair, my shirt. All hands and eager lips and desperation. I fumbled the beer, catching my grip at the last second.
Laughing, I pulled away and handed him one of the bottles. He eyed the drink, then took mine too. He set them aside and, in one smooth motion, reached for the hem of his shirt and whipped it off over his head.
His gaze bore into me and I felt stupidly vulnerable, like he could look at me and see how fucking undone I was from one kiss .
“Is that all you brought?” Archer eyed me, but my gaze drifted down his bare torso to the low-slung pajama pants held up only by a loosely tied drawstring. Archer was slender to the point of skinny, the type of body that people always wanted to fatten up. To me, he was perfect. Slim and sexy with this unwavering take-me-or-leave-me type of confidence.
I reached into my back pocket and pulled the condom out.
“Good boy.” Archer smirked at me and I swear he had x-ray vision to watch my heart hammer harder when he said those words. I liked praise—who didn’t? Everyone wanted to be good; I knew I wasn’t alone in that regard. But as all things, the men who usually wanted me wanted to hear those words from my lips, not gift them to me without me asking. It was like Archer somehow got hold of a copy of Shane Taggart for Dummies and had skipped straight to the chapters about sex.
But there he was, bare chested. He gripped his dick through the fabric of his pajama pants and gave it a squeeze.
Archer plucked the condom from my fingers and let his eyes wander over my body. “Strip.”
I’d never been fucking hornier or more willing to do as I was told. I unrolled the sleeves of my shirt, then worked on the buttons. I went slowly, letting Archer’s gaze wash over me like his desire increased with every inch of skin I exposed.
After I shrugged out of my shirt and tossed it aside, Archer stepped closer. He dragged the blunt ends of his fingers down my chest. “You’re a fucking sight. Look at you. So fucking big.”
Archer looked like he wanted to say something else, but he snapped his mouth shut. “Pants.”
I flicked the button of my jeans open and shoved them off, taking my briefs and socks with them. I wobbled when I realized I was still in my shoes and those had to come off too. So it wasn’t the most graceful thing I’d ever done, but when I regained my balance and stood up, the look on Archer’s face made me weak in the knees.
There was something about him that I was drawn to. It might have been his confidence, or the way he accepted the things I didn’t want as much as he embraced the things I did. But there was more to it than that. There was a look in his eyes sometimes that made me want to take care of him. Maybe he didn’t let many people do that for him, but I wanted to be the one to chase the shadows out of his eyes.
“On your knees.” Archer’s voice was barely a whisper, but I obeyed anyway. Sinking slowly to the floor, I kept my eyes on him the whole time. He stared at me, daring me to look away.
Once I was down on the floor, he closed the distance between us. His hand sank into my hair and he pulled, yanking my head back. Now it was his turn to stoop down to meet my mouth. To tower over me and kiss me as though I were the smaller man. My mouth softened for him, allowing his tongue to sweep inside and caress mine. The whimper it tore out of me might have been embarrassing if I’d have given a single shit about that kind of thing. Maybe I would have, but Archer’s fingers tightened in my hair, pulling on my scalp.
Then his mouth was gone and my face was being pressed against him. He ground his hips, digging his cock into the side of my face.
“Do you want that?”
I ran my hands up the backs of his legs. Cupping his ass, I opened and mouthed his cock through the fabric of his pants. He twitched magnificently under my ministrations.
Archer’s laugh was deep and throaty. “Someone’s eager.”
He didn’t loosen his hold on my hair. My scalp burned and the sensation of it must have been connected to my dick because the harder he tugged, the more my cock throbbed and leaked .
“Take my dick out. Get it nice and wet for you.”
I pulled his pajama pants down and let them pool around his ankles. He stepped out of them as I was nuzzling in, burrowing against his skin, breathing in the scent of him.
“Do you need a special invitation?” Archer asked, pulling my hair harder.
I flicked my gaze up to meet his and if I hadn’t been kneeling, the naked want in his eyes would have knocked me over. The intensity of his stare was intimidating, but it was also invigorating. As was the moan that tore out of him when I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked him deep into my mouth. I took him all the way down to the root, my hands digging into his ass cheeks, and I held him there. Archer swore. He cursed my name, but never let go. Never told me what to do next.
“Oh fuck, Shane. That’s so good.”
I clung tighter, like I could wring the words out of him that I longed to hear.
“You’re sensational.”
I pulled back, satisfied with myself for earning the praise. Oxygen hit my lungs as I gulped in a breath. My head swam even as I went to do it again. Archer’s other hand came down to cup my cheek. The condom was still in his fingers, and I could feel it trapped between us. An annoyance, but necessary for now.
I gave myself over to the task of pleasuring him. Of being whatever he wanted me to be. He let me lead for a while, and I forced whimpers and moans out of him until he told me to be still. His hips moved. Slowly at first. Shallow thrusts that were more of a tease than anything. My blood raced through my body and all I heard over the sound of it pulsing in my ears were Archer’s ragged gasps as his thrusts increased in pace and depth .
I couldn’t look away from him as he fucked my face. I didn’t want to. Hell, I’d film this for my own personal private porn library if he’d let me. I’d never been the type to want to see myself get fucked, but I ached to see what it looked like. His slender form pulled tight. I wanted to see the lines of his body as he stood over me, not towering, yet owning me. I was putty in his hands.
And bereft when he pulled out.
Archer laughed at me, and bent to brush his lips against mine. “It’s been a long day, Shane. I want you in my bed where I can fuck the shit out of you then roll over and pass out for the next twelve hours.”
“I like the sound of that.”
“Then get to the bedroom and get on your back.”
Stupid hope flared in my chest. As much as I liked being fucked from behind, I wanted to kiss Archer. I wanted to be wholly consumed by him, like breathing was a gift he gave me. I’d ached for it last time, that closeness that eluded me when he’d drilled into me. When we’d shared that sloppy, sideways kiss, everything clicked into place. I’d been hooked ever since.
I stretched out on his bed. One I’d bought, that Mickey had used, that now belonged to Archer. I’d never been in it before. The room was a disaster of half-unpacked boxes and a heap of clothes in an open bag in the corner, but everything faded to noise, then to nothing at all when Archer walked into the room.
He grabbed the lube from the nightstand and then knelt on the bed between my spread legs.
“Get yourself ready for me.” He flicked the cap of the lube open and I willingly held out my hand.
I smeared the lube over my hole, then pressed it inside. I made quick work of the stretch. If I were too loose, it wouldn’t feel the same when he pressed his cock inside me. I wanted just enough to keep the pain away, and maybe he knew that. Archer seemed to know shit about me that I didn’t know myself.
“That’s enough.”
I stopped the minute he said so and pulled my fingers out of my ass. “Good boy.”
Fuck. I love that so much.
He was going to be the death of me. I watched him concentrate on rolling the condom down his cock, then he slathered it with lube. Archer scooted forward a little, and then he was pressing against my hole.
“Open for me, Shane,” he said. “Let me in.”
He slid home with a gasp. I keened, reaching for him. I dug my hands into his hips and pulled him closer, tighter, and made him go deeper.
“Hands above your head.” Archer placed his hands on my chest, teasing my nipples with his thumbs. It was exquisite.
I lifted my hands above my head and then he was swooping down, thrusting into me as his mouth slanted over mine. Devouring me in a way I’d never been devoured before. I almost forgot myself and moved my arms, but I forced them to stay in place. I’d die if he stopped. His cock was perfect. So big. I was a contrary asshole because now that we were kissing, connected in all the ways two people could connect, I wanted him to put me on my face and fuck me through the floor. I’d let him walk on me if he wanted.
Anything.
I’d let him do anything.
“Don’t stop.” I panted against his mouth. My body was on fire from making myself stay still. I wanted to wrap my arms around him again and yank him closer. I wanted to flip myself over and lie prostrate at his feet .
Archer slapped the outside of my thigh and my eyes shot open. I gaped at him, stunned by his action, but not turned off. Not even in the slightest.
“Who’s in charge?” Archer slowed his thrusts, dragging his cock in and out of my hole at a maddeningly slow pace.
I wanted to climb the walls. Or fling myself off a bridge. Anything to stop the agony.
“You are.”
“That’s good. Now… ask me nicely.” Archer flashed a wicked smile at me.
It thrilled me to my bones to know that he was getting off on this as much as I was. Maybe more.
“Please, don’t stop. Please.” I begged shamelessly. There was no point in pretending that I didn’t want whatever he’d dish out and then some. “Fuck me harder, Archer. I need you.” I hadn’t meant to say that last bit, but it must have been fine because the next thing I knew, powerful hands dug into my flesh and Archer slammed into me, forcing me up the bed a little.
He grinned at me fondly, but also devilishly. “There’s my little slut.”
He reached up and slid his thumb into my mouth and I sucked on it like it was his cock. I could see the praise in his eyes even if it didn’t tumble past his lips.
“Please. Please,” I begged, lifting my knees up, drawing them closer to my chest. Archer took the hint and pressed his hands against the backs of my legs, folding me further in half.
“You like that?” Archer snapped his hips, pegging my prostate. I bit back a scream an my hands scrabbled for anything to grip onto.
“Love—love it.” My brain was overloading and my power of speech was the first thing to go. Archer sped his pace, brutally fucking into me without pause. He held my gaze and I almost looked away from the intensity of it. He was larger than life and powerful in ways I’d never dreamed.
“You look so good like this,” Archer said. “Sweet and sweaty and slutty and mine.”
I took the word mine, wrapped it around myself, and let it caress all the little parts of me that never thought they’d hear something as sweet as that said to me. I knew it wasn’t anything to be taken seriously. We said all kinds of things when we were naked and writhing and running on adrenaline, lust, and two working brain cells.
Mine was bedroom talk. Pillow promises. Sweet in the moment, but nothing to take to heart. Yet I wanted to. I kept that to myself. I didn’t beg to be his, even though it’s all I wanted in that moment. It wasn’t the present moment that was the issue, it was the millions of moments that came after that mattered. For now, I was his little slut. His good boy. And later I’d be his landlord. I’d be nothing.
I tried to be okay with that.