Chapter 25 London #3
I stand from the table, making him take a step back as I come toward him. "Then take me."
"Are you sure?"
"Are you asking for my consent, Archer Sin?" I smirk, teasing him the same way he did me when I asked for his permission to go down on him.
"I wouldn't have it any other way. I might be a bad man, but I need to hear you say it, little tornado."
I rest my hand on his chest, tilting my head up at him. "I'm sure, Archer. I want you. Please?"
"You don't have to beg, not yet."
"What are you waiting for?" I ask him, being far more assertive than I typically am. But this push-and-pull thing we've had going on for the past month has done nothing but fuel the excessive longing I've had for him.
"I'm not going to fuck you out here." He nods toward the exposed rooftop. "I want you all to myself." In one fluid motion, Archer swoops down and pulls me into his arms.
I wrap my hands around his neck and fight the giant smile that threatens to appear on my face. He can't know how eager I am even more than what's showing.
Ever since I took him into my mouth, I've been fantasizing about what he would feel like stretching me open.
I'd be lying if his size didn't scare me and turn me on all at the same time.
I've never been with a man as big as Archer and I'm not entirely sure if it's possible. Either way, I can't wait to find out.
Archer leaves the mess we left behind and carries me across the roof, opening the door with ease and kicking it out of his way.
I giggle and bury myself in him to make it easier to carry me down the stairs. "I can walk, you know."
"And I can carry you." Archer pushes the button to the elevator, and it dings a second later, the door opening for us.
"Put me down," I tell him, something stern in my voice.
He complies immediately, setting me inside the empty elevator.
"Now kiss me," I command.
Archer hesitates for only half a second before pressing his lips to mine, the touch both warm and aggressive at the same time.
Our tongues meet, something entirely too ravenous about their embrace.
He slams me into the wall, with one arm wrapped around my waist and the other pinned above my head.
He moans into my mouth and I nearly lose it.
Does he know he has this effect on me?
Our kiss deepens and Archer, with one arm, lifts me into the air. I wrap my legs around him, hooking my feet behind his back, not daring to break from his mouth.
The elevator stops abruptly and the door opens. Panting, we rest our foreheads together as a throat clears.
"Shit," I mutter against him. "Someone's out there." I peek around him to find Camille standing just inside the elevator like she's not sure if she should come in or not.
"I'm interrupting. I can totally take the stairs. Yeah. I'll take the stairs," she blurts out.
"No," I call after her. "Sorry, we—we were just leaving."
Archer turns around so my back is to her, my ass no doubt exposed from the minimal fabric I was wearing to begin with. He keeps one hand down there and I hope it's enough to cover me since I'm not wearing any panties.
"Sorry, Cami," Archer says while stepping around her and out of the elevator. "Have a good, uh, night."
"Oh my God," I mutter, still in Archer's arms. "That was embarrassing. I'm pretty sure my ass is out."
"It's not," he reassures me and goes to his door, unlocking it with one hand and crossing the threshold. He tosses his keys onto the counter with a bit less regard than he usually pays them. Archer is typically uptight and overly tidy, but right now, he doesn't seem to mind. "Where were we?"
I run my hands through his long hair and meet his gaze. "I think you were about to fuck me."
"Such harsh words from such a pretty mouth."
"Yeah?" I lick my lips. "What else do you want from this mouth?"
"I think you know." Archer backs me into the wall, his eyes meeting mine before he crashes into me with his body, his lips.
We kiss, both of us moaning into each other, desperate to be closer, to feel more.
I keep one hand in his hair and drag the other down, tugging at the collar of his button-up. His cock hardens in his pants and I grind against him, wanting, lusting, begging for it. I reach for him, feeling him through the fabric, moving my hand up and down.
He groans and I unbutton his pants to shove my hand inside.
"Fuck me," I whisper against his mouth. "Fuck me right here."
"I don't have a condom."
"I don't care."
"Are you on birth control?"
Each question and answer is said between heated kisses.
"I'll take a morning-after pill. Just fuck me, Archer."
"I need to make you come first."
I break away, looking him dead in the eye. "You said I can have whatever I want, big boy. Now, I said fuck me."
Archer stares at me for a long second, questioning my demand and finally, giving in. He holds me with one arm, my body still pinned against the wall as he grabs onto his cock, sliding it along my eager entrance. "You're so fucking wet, little tornado. Are you ready for me?"
I nod expectantly, a bit nervous.
"Say it," he growls.
"I'm ready," I pant.
Archer lines himself with my hole, his gaze on mine as he pushes gently into me. "Keep your eyes on me."
I moan loudly when he penetrates and spreads me open, inch by inch until he can't go any farther. "Fuck, you're so big."
"You're taking me so well." He slides out, slowly, and enters me again, repeating this countless times, getting my body familiar with his. "You're so tight, you feel amazing."
I tense around him, my pussy reacting to his praise.
"You like when I tell you you're doing good?" Archer rocks his hips, moving in and out of me a little quicker this time.
I nod and he narrows his eyes at me.
"Yes," I tell him.
He smirks and his cock hardens, filling me even more. "Am I hurting you?"
"No. I like it. I want more."
"More?" He thrusts into me. "Like that?"
"Yeah." I moan, this angle rubbing against my clit, heightening my pleasure. "I'm so close."
Archer drops his face, planting his lips on my neck, kissing and sucking the tender skin. He keeps hold of my waist and lifts me up and down onto his shaft. "Come for me. Come on my cock, little tornado." He fucks me harder, my orgasm nearing with each thrust.
I dig my nails into his hair, squeezing tightly, my entire body tensing as I near the edge. I scream out, my pussy pulsating around him. He fucks me all the way through it, not daring to stop until I loosen my grip on him. Breathlessly, I say, "That was intense."
He plants a brisk kiss on my lips. "That was just the beginning." Still buried inside of me, Archer carries me over to the couch he's slept on for the past month and lowers me onto my back. "I'm going to fuck you in all the places I've imagined fucking you."
I grin at him and shake my head. "How many places?"
"You'll find out." He kisses my lips and slams into me, taking me off guard in the best way. "Is that too hard?"
"Not at all," I breathe into him. "Give me all of you."
Archer lifts my leg, putting it over his shoulder, and pounds into me, my dress ripping from this new position. "I'll buy you a new one, don't worry."
"I wasn't worried." I slide my hands under his shirt and dig my fingers into his back, pulling him closer to me.
Our mouths meet, desperation and desire fueling our kisses.
"You feel so fucking good. This feels like heaven," Archer says into my mouth, and drives his tongue against mine. He brings his hand up my chest, squeezing my boob before putting his tattooed fingers around my throat. The pressure is light but divine.
My pussy clenches and my hips rock into him. I place my hand on his, my grip firm, silently giving him approval to tighten his.
"You like it when I put my hand around your throat?" His brown eyes stare into my green ones even though he already knows the answer to that question.
"I like everything you do to me," I tell him.
He slides his hand up my chin, his thumb dragging over my bottom lip. "Open up."
I comply, eagerly waiting for what's to come.
Archer hesitates while still thrusting into me. "Say it."
"Spit in my mouth," I tell him and part my lips.
He smirks and does exactly that, spitting right into my fucking mouth, making all this that much hotter. "You know I respect you, right?"
I narrow my gaze. "Yeah?"
"Because for the next few minutes, it might seem like I don't." He slows his pace, reaching down to grip the base of his shaft. "You need a safe word."
"I don't need a safe word," I say. "There's nothing you can do to me that I won't like."
He stops completely and I ache for him to continue. "Do you want this to keep going?"
"Yes." I sit up on my elbows.
"Then what's your safe word?"
I rack my brain, words failing to come to mind, my only thought how badly I ache for him. "I don't know."
"That's not a good choice, little tornado." Archer carefully glides out of me, leaving my hole empty and ravenous. He strokes his cock with my juices coating him.
"Bagels," I blurt out, my cheeks reddening from that being the only thing I could come up with.
"Bagels?"
"Yes. Bagels. Now are you going to fuck me or not?" I reach between my legs and rub my clit, hungry for another release even though I just had one.
He snatches my hand, pulling it away. "You touch yourself when I tell you to." Archer steps back and points to the couch. "Now get on your knees."
My heart skips a beat and I lick my lips, moving without question and getting on my knees, my back to him. I glance over my shoulder as he watches me, his eyes scanning my body.
Archer hikes my dress up my back, exposing my ass more than it already was. He grips it tightly then gently smacks it.
I arch into him, the tip of his cock pressing against me.
"Remember what I said." Archer slides up and down my pussy, pushing into my hole but not entirely. "Okay?"
"I remember."
"What did I say?"
"That you respect me." Part of me wishes he would disrespect me, though.