Chapter 15 Archer #2
He guided Morgan to sit at the table, taking care to keep his face hidden from the cameras that Kane installed today, then arranged their food and began the intimate process of feeding her.
Each morsel he placed between her lips felt like a gesture of care, of protection.
Her small sounds of appreciation as she tasted each dish sent warmth spreading through his chest.
“This is nice,” she murmured between bites. “Being taken care of.”
“You deserve it,” Archer said, allowing himself to stroke her cheek gently.
Without the helmet, he could see her so clearly—the slight furrow between her brows that spoke of lingering stress, the way her lips parted slightly when he touched her, the trust evident in her relaxed posture despite her blindfolded state.
He fed himself between caring for her, enjoying the novel experience of sharing a meal without awkward turns or helmet adjustments. More confident now than he had been yesterday. When they’d finished eating, he cleared the containers while Morgan remained seated, blindfolded and waiting.
“What now?” she asked, a hint of anticipation in her voice.
“Now,” Archer said, returning to kneel in front of her chair, “We move to phase two of Operation Relaxation.”
He leaned down, his lips close to her ear. “I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?”
“Very okay,” she breathed.
His lips met hers, softly at first, then with increasing hunger as she responded. The kiss deepened, his tongue meeting hers, the metal of his piercing drawing a small gasp from her throat. Archer cradled her face in his hands, pouring his restrained desire into every touch, every stroke.
When they finally broke apart, both breathless, he made a decision.
“I want to take care of you tonight,” he murmured against her lips. “Let me help you forget everything else. Just for a few hours.”
“Please,” Morgan whispered, the single word heavy with need.
Archer scooped her into his arms, carrying her toward the bedroom, ducking his head away from the camera’s lens. She nestled against his chest as her arms held on tight. Her trust evident in every line of her body.
“We’re going to watch a movie,” he told her as they entered her bedroom.
Morgan laughed, the sound lighter than he’d heard all evening. “With me blindfolded? That’s an interesting approach to cinema.”
“Trust me,” he said, setting her gently on the bed. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
He positioned pillows against her headboard, then guided her to sit upright while he located the remote for her tv that hung on the wall across from her bed. “Keep the blindfold on for now.”
“Intriguing,” she murmured.
Archer selected a film they had both mentioned seeing—“The Thomas Crown Affair,” a favorite of his for its blend of heist elements and romance. With the movie queued up but paused, he returned to Morgan.
“I’m going to undress you now,” he told her, his voice dropping lower. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” she assured him.
With a light chuckle and deliberate slowness, he removed her t-shirt, revealing a black lace bra that took his breath away.
“You look absolutely gorgeous,” he said, unable to keep the appreciation from his voice.
“I promised something special,” Morgan reminded him with a smile.
“Very special indeed.” Archer ran his fingers along the delicate lace edge where it met her skin, savoring her shiver of response.”I’ll have to make a slight adjustment to tonight’s plans.”
He continued undressing her, sliding her leggings down her legs to reveal the matching thong beneath. The sight of her nearly undid him—her body laid out before him, trusting and beautiful in the black lace that contrasted exquisitely with her skin.
“You’re stunning,” he told her, meaning every word. “Like a present waiting to be unwrapped just for me.”
After removing his own clothes down to just his boxers, Archer positioned himself on the bed with his back against the headboard. “I’m going to move you now,” he explained, guiding Morgan to sit between his legs, her back firmly against his chest.
When they were settled comfortably, her body cradled by his, he reached up and gently removed the blindfold.
“You can open your eyes,” he said, his lips close to her ear. “As long as you don’t turn around you still can’t see me. But this way, you can watch the movie while I help you relax.”
She turned her head slightly, not enough to see him but enough to make her curiosity clear. “Clever arrangement,” she said appreciatively.
“I thought so.” Archer pressed the remote to start the movie, then set it aside. “Now, your job is to watch the film. My job is to help you forget everything else.”
“That seems unfairly weighted in my favor,” Morgan observed, settling more comfortably against him.
“Trust me,” Archer murmured against her ear, “I’ll be enjoying myself plenty.”
As the opening scenes began playing, Archer started a gentle exploration of Morgan’s body.
His fingertips traced feather-light patterns along her arms, across her collarbones, down the sensitive skin of her inner forearms. Nothing overtly sexual yet—just connection, comfort, the building of anticipation.
Morgan’s breathing deepened as he kneaded her shoulders and kissed down her neck.
His careful ministrations allowing her body to gradually relax against his.
When he sensed the last of her tension draining away, he allowed his touch to become more purposeful, tracing the edge of her bra where it met her skin.
“Still watching the movie?” he asked, lips brushing her ear before gently pulling the lobe into his mouth for a gentle bite.
“Mmm,” she responded noncommittally, her attention clearly divided.
Archer smiled against her hair, his hands moving to cup her breasts over the lace. Morgan’s head fell back against his shoulder, her eyes closed, a soft sound escaping her lips.
“Focus,” he teased gently. “Important plot points happening.”
“Evil,” she accused without heat, but dutifully kept her gaze pointed towards the screen.
Archer continued his sensual assault, caressing her breasts with increasing pressure until her nipples strained against the delicate fabric.
With deliberate slowness, he pulled the cups down, tucking them under her full breasts, which placed them nicely on display.
He watched over her shoulder as the cool air tightened her nipples to hard points.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, keeping his hands under her breasts but using his thumb to rub gently across her nipples, stimulating them in slow strokes. Morgan’s response was immediate and intense—her back arching, head hard against his collarbone as a gasp was torn from her throat.
“So responsive,” he observed, strumming over them again. “Have you ever considered getting these pierced?” He asked with a gentle pinch to the hard buds.
Morgan jolted in his arms, clearly surprised by the dual sensation and suggestion. “What? No, I—”
“You might enjoy it,” he continued, voice low and persuasive. “Imagine how sensitive they’d be. How good this would feel.” He pinched gently to emphasize his point.
The whimper that escaped her told him everything he needed to know about her reaction to the idea.
“Something to think about,” he said, filing away her response for future reference. “I wonder if I could get you to cum just like this.” his tantalizing whisper had her whimpering.
His hands continued their exploration, one remaining at her breast, giving it gentle squeezes and stimulation to ramp up her desire, while the other trailed down her stomach, tracing patterns across the sensitive skin just above her thong.
Morgan’s breathing grew more ragged, her attention to the movie clearly forgotten.
“I thought you were supposed to be watching the film,” Archer reminded her, even as his fingers dipped beneath the lace to find her already drenched and wanting.
“I’m multitasking,” she gasped as he dipped his finger into her tight pussy before drawing it back out to use her own juices to circle her clit and apply gentle pressure.
Her jolts and moans as she lay in his arms made him almost unbearably hard.
The tip of his dick was nearly strangled as it peeked over the waistband of his boxers.
He could easily feel the silk of her back against the head, and there was no way she could miss what she was doing to him with how his length was digging into her back as she writhed against him.
Archer chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest as he held her tight against him. “I can see that.”
He continued his careful ministrations, building her arousal with gentle yet firm touches, never quite giving her enough to push her over the edge. When Morgan began moving restlessly against him, seeking more direct contact, he withdrew his hand.
“Patience,” he murmured against her ear. “We have all night.”
“Archer,” she pleaded, the need in her voice making his dick release a spurt of precum that slicked against her back.
“Can I taste you?” he asked, his voice rough with restraint. “I’d need to put the blindfold back on you first.”
“Yes,” Morgan agreed immediately. “Please.”
Archer hastily reached for the blindfold, securing it over her eyes once more. Then he removed her bra before gently repositioning her, laying her back against the pillows. With reverent hands, he removed her thong, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze.
“Perfect,” he breathed, positioning himself between her legs.
The first touch of his tongue against her core drew a cry from Morgan’s lips.
Archer took his time, lapping up her exquisite juices, exploring her with deliberate thoroughness, swiping the metal stud of his piercing just right to drive her wild.
He slid one finger inside her, then two, curving them up to find just the right spot that made her gasp his name.
“Archer,” she panted, her hands finding his hair, fingers tangling tightly in the strands. “Please, I need—”
“I know what you need,” he assured her, increasing the pressure and speed of his movements.
When her thighs began to tremble on either side of his head, he focused his attention on her most sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue and piercing working in tandem with his fingers.
Morgan’s release, when it came, was spectacular—her body trying to arch away from him as he held her still, a cry torn from her throat, wetness flooding his tongue as she pulsed tightly around his fingers.
Archer worked her through it, gentling his touch as the aftershocks subsided. Then he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, using the sensitive skin there to wipe his face of her wetness only to lick it up before moving back up her body.
His own need was nearly painful now, his erection pulling at the waistband of his boxers. He removed them and positioned himself above Morgan, lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders.
“I want to feel you,” he told her, his voice strained with desire. “Not inside you, but close.”
Morgan nodded eagerly, still breathless from her orgasm as she reached out to him, her hands finding his hips, holding on tight.
Archer positioned himself so his length slid between her thighs, the sensitive skin there still slick from her release.
The pressure and heat were perfect as he held her thighs tight against his chest and he began to move, establishing a rhythm that allowed him to keep pressure against her core with each thrust.
“Oh,” Morgan gasped, clearly surprised by the intensity of the sensation. “That’s—”
“Good?” Archer asked, maintaining the steady motion that was quickly bringing him to the edge.
“Amazing,” she confirmed, her fingers digging tighter into his hips, nails digging in slightly as she held on. He let go with one hand and reached down to pinch and gently twist one bouncing nipple and he continued to thrust against her.
The dual stimulation soon had Morgan climbing toward another peak, her breathing becoming irregular, small sounds of pleasure escaping her lips. Archer increased his pace, chasing his own release while ensuring each thrust provided the friction she needed.
When Morgan cried out again, her second orgasm washing over her, the pulsing of her body and the slick heat between her thighs pushed Archer over the edge. His release came with staggering intensity, spilling across her stomach as he groaned her name.
For several moments, they remained locked together, both catching their breath. Then Archer carefully lowered her legs and pressed a kiss to her knee as he rubbed them from the harsh angle.
“Don’t move,” he instructed gently. “I’ll be right back.”
He slipped into the bathroom, quickly cleaning himself up before wetting a washcloth from under the sink with warm water. Returning to Morgan, he tenderly cleaned her stomach and thighs, taking care to be gentle with any oversensitive areas.
When he finished, he adjusted her onto her side before removing her blindfold, staying behind her so she still couldn’t see his face. “How are you feeling?” he asked as he lounged behind her, brushing her hair back from her forehead and around to one side of her neck.
“Like I’ve melted into the mattress,” Morgan replied with a drowsy smile. “That was... incredible.”
“That was just the beginning,” Archer promised, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Rest now. I’ll be right here.”
He pulled the covers over them both, pulling Morgan’s limp form against his chest, her back to his front, his semi-hard dick nestled tightly against her ass. As her breathing deepened into sleep, Archer found himself idly stroking her arm as he reflected on the complexities of their situation.
The cameras in her apartment, unmentioned. The work issues that might implicate her in fraud. His own dual identity that kept a wall between them even in their most intimate moments.
Yet despite it all, holding Morgan as she slept felt right in a way nothing else in his carefully compartmentalized life did. Whatever challenges lay ahead—and there would be many—this connection was worth fighting for.
Archer tightened his arm around Morgan’s waist as he held her tight, allowing himself to join her in sleep. Tomorrow would bring its own complications. For tonight, this was enough.