Chapter 18 #2
Our hips shift against each other in frantic movements.
It almost feels like desperation or fear, like if I’m not careful and I blink for too long, I’m going to lose him.
I hate that thought—I hate the way it scares me.
I hate the way it makes me uncertain when everything else Archie has done keeps me so fucking grounded.
But I know that if I lose him, I will never find something like this again. Archie is special in more ways than one, and I plan to keep him around as long as possible.
I tug at his shirt, and it bunches around his neck, making me whine with need. He must understand what I want because he breaks the kiss and pulls the shirt over his head, tossing it aside. His curls are rumpled, his cheeks tinged faintly pink as he stares down at me.
‘You in pain?’ he asks.
I reach between us and cup my hard cock. ‘No. Want you.’
His gaze darkens as he sees my hard length straining behind the lace fabric of the panties.
He gives me a dangerous, sharp smile before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the knife he keeps there, slashing carefully at the lace as it falls away from my skin.
One more pair ruined by him, but it’s hard to give a shit. I like the way it leaves me entirely bare, and I tremble slightly in anticipation of what’s coming next.
‘Beautiful,’ he signs.
I sigh, biting my lip as his finger circles around my nipple, taunting me. Toying with me.
‘You still need rest.’
My face falls, and I purse my lips. ‘I’m fine. I want you.’
He cocks his head. ‘I didn’t say I wouldn’t fuck you. I will. But you won’t move.’
I gasp as he slips off the bed and stalks toward the large armoire against a wall. Yanking the door open, he bends over, and I lean up to watch him as he pulls a handful of scarves out of a drawer.
He strides toward me, his free hand yanking his boxers down and freeing himself from the confines of clothes. There’s a visible trail of rich auburn hair going from his belly button to his dick, and I find that my throat has gone dry.
‘What you going to do?’ I ask, feeling my cock thicken with desire.
He drops the scarves on the bed near my head.
‘Fuck you,’ he says.
His palms slide together, and then he leans over me, gently taking my wrist and pulling it over my head. He uses loose knots to tie me to the bed railing, one limb at a time, until I’m sprawled out on his bed in a star-shaped pattern.
And when I’m fully immobile, his fingers take their time exploring, taking advantage of me being trussed up and unable to move.
He trails his touch over my ribs, my nipples, places I’m bruised, and places where there’s not a mark on me.
I pull at the restraints on my wrists with a faint whine and then tug on the ones on my ankles.
I’m not sure how he’s going to fuck me like this, but I have a feeling he’ll manage just fine.
When he’s satisfied that I’m unable to get out of the makeshift bonds, he pushes off the bed and stands over me, gripping the base of his thick, heavy cock. It’s hard and flushed, needing relief just as much as I do. But he doesn’t stroke it.
Instead, he steps toward me and lifts his hands. ‘I’m going to fuck you slowly, and you’re not going to move.’ I nod, and he adds, ‘Good boy.’
That makes my nipples pebble harder and my cock jump.
‘I want you to just enjoy,’ he tells me. ‘To accept what I give.’
I nod again, and his lips twitch, his gaze roving over me.
‘If you don’t like something, say it. With your voice.’
I can’t help but bob my head once more. At this point, I wonder if I’ll say yes to anything just to get him to fuck me. I feel like I’m on the precipice and about to fall over, and if it’s not into pleasure, then it’ll be into absolute fucking madness.
He must sense the urgency because he reaches over and grabs the lube, setting it on the bed next to me.
When he straddles my hips, our cocks brush as he lets his hands fall to my sides, and he starts to massage me, a slow, gentle stroke of his palms against my flushed skin. It drives me absolutely fucking wild.
And as much as I want more, I don’t tell him to stop.
It’s too easy to lose myself in his talented hands, feeling every inch of my body start to relax in ways that I don’t think it ever has.
He notices, I’m sure. The look on his face has gone from intense concentration to deep satisfaction, and he’s staring at the way my body moves into each pass of his firm hands.
When he finally makes it to my cock, I let out a heavy moan as he gives me one single stroke, then lets go to pick up the lube. He dribbles a heavy dollop on my aching length, then strokes me, bringing me right to the edge before letting go and massaging my balls.
It’s erotic as hell, but the touch is too soft and too tender for me to come, and I think that’s his plan. A frustrated moan rises in my throat, but he doesn’t give in. His gaze flicks up to mine, and then his fingers drift lower, down the crease of my ass, and finally to my hole.
I try to lift my hips, but he gives me a stern look, and I lower them as he shakes his head.
‘Don’t move,’ he reminds me. I settle against the bed, and he drags his lower lip between his teeth as he signs again, ‘Good boy.’
Fuck. My cock jumps at that, and I want to beg him with my whole body to hurry and get inside me, but I know that if I’m patient, I will be rewarded.
He enters me slowly, his finger a slow drag against my channel, opening me up to him.
He takes his time too, adding more lube, then smirking as I try to control my moans.
I’m unable to keep them inside though. I have no idea how loud I’m being, and I can feel them ragged against the back of my throat, but I don’t care.
I’m sweating now, my arms half-numb from being tied up, and I realize I can’t take it.
“More,” I finally shout, and he blinks down at me with three fingers stuffed inside of my hole. He crooks one, grazing it over my prostate, and I gasp. My eyes flutter shut as sensation blooms inside me. Fuck, if he’s not careful, I’m going to come.
He pulls his fingers out of me a moment later, then wets his cock with lube before gently lifting my hips as much as he can with the restraints around my ankles.
His fingers pull my cheeks open, and he slots his cock at my hole.
It’s slippery, and he misses his mark twice before he finally notches the head against my rim and pushes inside hard, stealing all of my breath for that first heady moment of being finally—finally—filled by him.
I cry out against the stretch and the way it burns.
It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked, and Archie is nothing if not singularly focused on making sure that I feel every inch of him.
I pant, trying to fuck myself on him, but he holds me still, pushing in inch by agonizingly slow inch until I’ve taken all of him.
As I settle all the way onto his cock, I realize the angle is almost unbearable. With even the slightest movement, he hits my prostate, and pleasure rockets through me in a way I’ve never felt before.
He catches my next moan in his mouth as he presses his chest to mine, and he deepens the kiss while holding himself inside of me. I feel utterly trapped, completely at his mercy, and well aware that I will not come until he’s ready for me to let go.
I’d hate this if it were anyone else, but with him, I love it.
His hips start to piston, first backward and then slowly back in. I gasp at the first fuck of his cock deep inside of me. It makes everything burst with sensation. I’m so fucking close.
There’s no way I’m going to last.
He does it again, his lips brushing against my mouth, not quite kissing, but I realize that this is probably his eye contact. This is how he holds me, his rabbit caught by a feral fox who refuses to let me go.
I strain against the bonds as he picks up speed, knowing full well the way each fuck torments me, knowing that he’s bringing me closer and closer to the edge while never letting me fall over.
It’s torture, and it’s pure bliss.
The friction of his stomach against my cock has my orgasm readily approaching, and my balls pull up, my spine tingling with my impending release. I want nothing more than to grab him, to let him know with my hands that I’m going to come, but I’m tied up.
Gagged.
So I moan heavily, thrusting my hips up against him so he can feel that I’m ready to let go.
He stills for a moment, and just when I think he’s going to edge me into oblivion, he picks up the pace and presses down harder, letting the movements of our bodies together stroke my cock until I finally let go.