16. Archer
Chapter 16
Archer
I should have stripped him naked for this, but that was only my greedy lust talking. I rucked his shirt up with the hand that wasn’t in his ass so I could feel his skin under mine. My fingers followed the curve of his spine and, like a cat, he arched into my touch. The way he sought the touch of my hand was intoxicating. So were the little noises he made when I curved my fingers just right.
Currently I had three fingers inside him, but I knew he could take more. Maybe another night when we had more privacy. And more lube. I reached for the bottle I’d left on the bar and drizzled more onto my fingers as they slowly danced in and out of his hole.
He’d bartered his actual body with me and even though it wasn’t something I would hold him to, the trust in me was like a drug. I’d done little to deserve it, and yet he gave me so much. I wanted to hoard it all and amplify it and then give it back to him. Trust was a gift and I wasn’t about to squander it.
Once Shane’s ass was more thoroughly slicked with lube, I increased my pace. He moaned and leaned into my touch, so I fucked him harder. It was the middle of the night and the chances of someone stumbling upon us were almost nothing, but I had to taunt him anyway.
“Anyone could come along and see you like this.” Curling my fingers, I tagged his prostate until he whimpered and trembled before I backed off. “What would they think, I wonder? If they saw you like this.”
Shane’s breaths were ragged as they sawed in and out of his chest. I slid my fingers through his hair, letting my touch dance across his scalp. When Shane shivered, I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled his head back. At the same time I fucked into him harder. The muscles in my arm were burning with fatigue, but I wasn’t going to let up until I won.
“God, look at you.” Again I lamented that he wasn’t naked, but only briefly. There was something deliciously lewd about having my fingers up a man who was almost fully dressed while I was also completely dressed. Being out in the open added a level of excitement, but it was Shane himself who made this experience one of the hottest of my life.
“So responsive.” To prove my point, I gently dragged my fingers over his prostate again and again. And each time Shane’s moans increased. His voice was growing harsh like his throat was dry.
He seemed to be beyond the capability of speech. I released my grip on his hair and grabbed his shoulder instead. I anchored myself to him like that. One hand on his shoulder, the other buried in his ass. It gave me leverage and I pulled back slowly then drove my fingers into him.
He keened and the stool skittered on the floor, but I held tight, and so did he. The muscles in my arm were screaming at me for relief, but I’d die before I stopped. Shane sounded like he’d die if I stopped.
“Listen to you. So beautiful.” I was fully aware that I was rambling. My dick was taking up the bulk of my blood flow and my concentration was split between making Shane come and trying not to come in my pants .
“So slutty. You’re absolutely dripping. Did you know you could get this wet?” I wasn’t expecting an answer, but he shook his head, gifting me with one anyway.
“More,” Shane panted, pressing his ass back to meet my thrusts.
“That’s right, my sweet slut. Fuck yourself on my fingers.” Despite the way my arm fucking burned, I gave his ass everything I could. Suddenly his hips started thrusting like he desperately wanted somewhere to stick his cock. His breaths became staccato grunts and moans… and then little surprised sounds before he found words once more.
“Oh. Oh.” His ass clamped around my fingers and I buried them deeper and deeper, grinding into him as he convulsed beneath me. “Oh. Fuck. Shit. Oh, my God. Oh—”
He was stunning as he came. His large, powerful body bent to my whim, tied to a stool, and still dressed. But he looked over his shoulder at me when he came. He wanted me to see his face when he came. The surprise that knitted his brow, the sweat that gleaned on his forehead, the color of his cheeks and the beautiful mouth framed by a short layer of scruff waiting for my kiss. Or my cock.
I milked Shane dry, until he was a babbling mess of a man. Until he started to squirm away from my touch. Only then did I pull my fingers from his ass. I couldn’t feel my arm and I managed to get lube on my jeans when I fumbled with the fly.
Pulling my dick out, I stepped up to Shane. “Open for me.”
I’d barely gotten the words out when Shane leaned closer and I slipped my cock into his willing mouth. I threaded my fingers into his hair again, being careful not to use the hand that was still shiny with lube. Not that Shane would have cared much at the moment.
“Not going to last,” I warned him. Fucking him senseless with only my fingers had pushed me to the edge and kept me there. His pleasure had been my pleasure. It was intoxicating, invigorating, to see him tremble and shake as I drove him to satisfaction.
Shane hummed and it was my undoing.
“Can I come in your mouth?” I asked.
He sucked harder, all but forcing my orgasm out of me with one skilled slide of his tongue. I guess I had my answer.
I did my best not to ram my dick right down his throat but, God, I fucking wanted to so bad. I wanted to be in him as deep as I could go. My knees almost gave out when I came. I kept my eyes open to watch Shane, and he looked quiet, peaceful, happy even. Strapped to a stool covered in lube, dripping cum and saliva and he looked like there was nowhere else he’d rather be.
The same was true for me, so maybe I was projecting. I would have to mull that over when the blood flow returned to my brain. Pulling out, I didn’t wait to tuck myself back in before bending down to release the suspenders. They weren’t tight and in fact they only gave the illusion of him being tied down. At any moment he could have slipped them, but he didn’t. That little fact had my heart beating faster instead of slowing down like it should have now that we finished.
“Can you stand?” I asked, helping ease him into an upright position.
“Yeah.” Shane glanced down and I followed his gaze to the floor where the evidence of my victory lay in a pool on the floor. His gaze flicked to mine and his whole face lit up. “Looks like you won. Kind of feels like I won too.”
Unable to help myself, I rose on my tiptoes and kissed Shane. Briefly, because if I got going, I’d want to keep going until we’d both recovered enough to go again.
I re-dressed Shane, pulling his pants up and tucking his cock away before doing up his fly. I left his shirt rumpled and untucked. After quickly tucking my own dick away, I unwound his suspenders from the stool.
“Tomorrow, before we open, I’ll come up and see those drawings of yours.” Shane leaned down and stole a kiss. “I should clean this up and finish closing.”
“Want company?”
Shane laughed. “Tempting, but if you stay, I think we’re going to get in trouble.”
“Walk me to my door at least?” I hooked a finger through one of his belt loops and tugged him closer.
Shane smiled down at me. It meant something to me that he was the one to initiate the next meeting. Even though it would be strictly professional. Maybe. I’d try my best. I couldn’t help myself where Shane was concerned. He was everything I’d ever wanted. Someone steady and reliable who’d let me fuck them. And tie them down with their own suspenders. Who knew I had that particular kink?
Shane walked with me to the door between the upstairs and the downstairs. Like the gentleman he was, he opened the door for me. “I have to relock this door.”
“Well, don’t be shy about unlocking it and slipping upstairs from time to time.”
It was an ill-advised invitation. Cyrus would chop my head off if he found out I was fucking around with Shane. And despite the fact that we’d been getting on each other’s nerves recently, I loved him and I hated the idea of him being mad at me. Still, that didn’t stop me from wanting Shane as much as I did.
Shane dragged me close and brushed a kiss against my lips. I’d have clung to him and deepened it, but exhaustion was starting to creep in. I’d be lucky if I made it all the way upstairs and into bed before I fell asleep .
“You’re trouble.” The next kiss lingered longer than it should have and my tired cock gave a valiant twitch, but otherwise stayed down.
“What time should I expect you tomorrow?” I stepped out of Shane’s grasp or I’d be there all night. It reminded me of being a teenager who’d discovered how much fun you could have leaning against a wall and making out.
“Noon? I’m not much of an early riser. I’ll send you a text before I come up.”
“Sounds good. Uh … I had fun tonight.”
The smile Shane gave me was bright enough to light up the universe. “So did I.”
I pried myself away from him before I made an ass of myself. Already I was in deep and sooner or later Shane would decide it was too risky to keep fucking his tenant.
We said goodnight and I stood there until Shane reluctantly pulled the door shut. Once the lock engaged, I walked climbed the stairs and went straight to the bedroom. I stripped out of my clothes and dropped them into the laundry basket. I didn’t used to be as tidy as I was now, but I blamed living on Cyrus and Marshall’s couch. If I hadn’t put my shit away, it would have cluttered up their clean and tidy existence and I was already imposing on them.
Crawling beneath the sheets, I tried not to think of Shane. I failed, of course. I could feel his presence downstairs. It was comforting to know he’d be there for a little longer.