18. Ivy #3
“Angel, put your hands on the ground and just breathe,” he grunts, and I blink at him with pleading eyes.
My breasts feel swollen and full. I rip at my bra, letting the fabric hit the floor beside me as I fall back, unfazed by the harsh rock beneath me. I run my hands over my taut nipples, willing the sensation to calm down.
It’s not enough.
Running my hands down my stomach, I reach for the hem of my skirt, but hands on mine freeze me in place again. This time, when I lock eyes with Archer, my pleading stare meets feral pools glaring deep into my soul.
“Are you even trying to fight against it?” he snaps, and I heave a breath, shaking my head.
“What is happening to me?”
He frowns. “It’s desire. Fight through it. We probably have another ten minutes,” he grunts, his gaze locked on mine as his jaw ticks, and another sob racks from my chest.
“Ten minutes? I can’t survive that. My body is on fire, I need…
something.” He pinches the bridge of his nose, hissing through a few breaths, and I use the moment to grab his hand, holding mine captive, regaining control as I slam his palm between the valley of my breasts.
“It’s right here. How do I make it stop?
” he shakes his head, eyes wide as he gapes at my skin. “Archer.”
“Ivy.”
“I said don’t call me that,” I snap, chest heaving as I yank his hand down my stomach. “And here, it’s really burning here.” His pinky slips beneath the waistband of my skirt and I groan.
“Fuck,” he hisses, sweat clinging to him as I try to push his hand farther.
“What the fuck am I doing?” I yelp, releasing his hand, shame washing over me for a fleeting moment, but it does nothing to calm the raging inferno inside of me.
Archer’s hand doesn’t move, his eyes locked on mine as he peers deep into my soul.
“Angel.”
“Tell me how to make it stop.”
His head dips to his chest. “You’re playing with my restraint.”
“Just tell me!” Desperation is all I can feel as my muscles tighten and writhe inside of me.
I don’t know what it is I need, but I needed it yesterday.
“Touch yourself.” His words are jarring, jolting me as I gape up at him, hand still half beneath the waistband of my skirt.
“Touch myself?” I repeat, chest heaving, and he nods.
“The alternative is I do it, but we both know you’ll regret that.”
I blink at him, disoriented. “Touch myself as in…” My words hang in the air, and he tilts his head. Before he can waste any precious time assuming, I clarify. “Yes, Archer. I’m a virgin. Spell it out for me.”
His fingers curl around the waistband of my skirt, somehow yanking me closer to him as he towers over me, eyes fixed on my chest before his gaze finds mine. “Don’t say words like that in a time like this.”
I huff in frustration. “Help me.”
“Don’t you think you hate me enough?”
“Archer!”
“Ivy—”
I growl. “I said don’t?—”
He leans forward, capturing my pebbled nipple in his mouth. I gasp, the cool touch of his mouth on me like an elixir set to bring me back to life.
I need more.
He rakes his teeth over my needy skin and I shiver, euphoria running through my veins as I grab his arms, attempting to balance myself. His tongue sweeps around my nipple, stealing my breath as I dare to speak.
“How do I touch myself?” I press my thighs together, friction at the top of my priority list as he peers up at me through his lashes. “Don’t try to embarrass me, just help,” I insist as whimpers and groans ring through the cave, notching my desire even higher.
His lips part, but to my surprise, he quickly wraps them around my taut peak once more as he releases my waistband to grab my hand.
My pulse rings in my ears as he drags my hand down my thigh and under my skirt, bringing the tips of my fingers to my center with ease.
He doesn’t touch me as he uses my hand to swipe my panties to one side before ghosting my fingers between my folds.
My breath hitches as he traces my core, but it’s still not enough.
“Archer, please.” Tears spill down my cheeks as he casts a glance over me before raking his teeth across my flesh.
My back arches, my hips flex, and a finger slips inside of me.
I suck in a breath, on the brink of obliteration as he pulls it out a little, only to repeat the motion.
Relief and ecstasy claim me as he clamps down on my nipple, and I break.
My body explodes, wave after wave of some cosmic pleasure dancing through my veins as my body falls limp, taking the heat with it.
My mind reels, but euphoria makes it impossible for anything to stick, leaving me floating on a mental cloud of serenity.
I feel my panties being straightened, lose the touch of his mouth at my chest, and smell him everywhere as a t-shirt is tugged over my head.
I can’t move, but he must expect it because he bundles me up in his arms, one arm braced around my back, the other under my thighs. I nestle into him, knowing I’ll regret it tomorrow as the world moves around me.
My eyes don’t flicker until light dances on the other side of them. It takes a second to figure out where I am, but the familiar drapes around my bed come into view as whispered voices echo around me.
It’s Archer and Ember.
“She just needs to rest. Make sure she has water in the morning, and time for a shower before classes start,” he mumbles.
“Of course. Thank you for taking care of her, Archer.”
“It’s my responsibility.”
My eyelids close, my mind drifting as sleep claims me. The concern over what tomorrow may bring or the consequences I may face are nonexistent.