Chapter 18 #3
When I come, it’s a slow spill of release onto my stomach, right between us, leaving the mess he normally hates, though this time, he doesn’t seem to mind. He rolls his hips as my breathing becomes less labored, fucking me fast, then slowing, then fucking me fast again.
It’s like he’s edging himself, drawing out this moment like he’s also afraid that we won’t get the chance to do this again. His dick is throbbing thick, stretching me wide, and each pass over my prostate makes my limp dick pulse like it wants to get hard again.
“Please,” I moan, and he thrusts a little harder.
“I need to feel you come.” Pleasure rockets through me once more, and suddenly, my dick thickens again.
I haven’t been able to get hard again this soon in years, but there’s something about Archie that tells me with a single word, he could turn everything upside down.
That he could ruin me with a snap of his fingers. And I’m so fucking lucky that all he wants is to make me feel good.
He lifts up on his arms, and the slow fucking starts to morph into something more, something rougher. I take it, my body rocking against the restraints as he thrusts harder and faster, sweat beading on his temples, his curls a wild mess.
And it doesn’t take long before he starts to come undone. His breathing changes in his throat, and his movements start to grow sloppy and unmeasured. He reaches between us, and this time, he takes my cock, stroking me as he hammers into my ass.
I feel his stuttered cry, watching as his lips part and his eyes slam shut, and I can’t look away as his tendons bunch in his neck, chasing his orgasm. It seems to last forever, but just as I let go a second time, he falls against me, his cock spilling hot ropes deep in my ass.
I want to hold him, but I’m still tied up, so I let myself be a comforting place to fall as he comes back to earth.
We lie there like that, basking in the warmth of what we just did, my body still full of tiny sparks, even as his softening cock slips from me with a small spill of cum that pools between my legs.
When he finally sits up, his cheeks are still flushed, and his eyes look soft and tired.
“Shower,” he mouths.
I nod. The last thing I want to do is get up and walk, but I know that’s what he needs, and I can give that to him. He takes his time rolling off me, and then he carefully tugs at the knots until the silky scarves come loose and feeling begins to return to my hands and feet.
‘You okay?’ His eyes are fixed on my chest, so I lift my hands into his eyeline to answer.
‘Perfect.’
He smiles—it doesn’t last, and it’s such a small thing, but affection blooms warm in my chest, even after the expression fades.
Archie helps me stand on wobbly legs and brings me to his bathroom, turning on the water while I lower down on the toilet to wait for it to warm up.
He gives me a careful look, then holds up a finger, and I nod before he disappears out the door.
I’m assuming he’s changing the sheets because I know the wet sensations bother him, and I don’t mind having a moment to myself.
What we just did was a lot, and I appreciate the moment to myself to just exist. The room starts to fill up with steam after a moment, and it’s only when Archie comes back in that I realize I’m a little bit dizzy. He stares at me with a frown, then slips his hands under my arms and pulls me up.
I lean against him, my head on his shoulder as he guides me past the door and under the spray.
The water is a little too warm for my liking, but I quickly get lost in Archie’s roaming, soapy hands as he clears away the mess we made, leaving behind the gentle scent of his soap and the ghost of his touch, which will stay with me for the rest of the night.
God, I want to stay in this safe little cocoon until I die.
When we finally finish, he takes care drying me off, then carries me to the bed and sets me on the fresh sheets. They’re very clean and very soft, but I don’t have time to enjoy it because as I get settled, he grabs my knees and pushes them to my chest.
He doesn’t tell me what he’s doing, but I know. He’s checking to make sure I’m okay. A flush crawls up my body. I’ve never had someone give a shit what I looked like down there after, and I don’t think anyone else I know of has either.
It’s another way Archie is so…different. But I don’t mind it. He runs his fingers around my rim, and it’s tender, but it doesn’t hurt. I breathe out a sigh as his head tips lower, and then I feel the softest kiss along my hole before he pulls away, then slides his body next to mine.
It’s too easy to roll over against him, keeping the barest space between us for signing.
‘You liked?’ he asks.
I nod. My hands feel heavy as I lift them to answer. ‘Perfect.’
His gaze travels to my lips, and he gently reaches up and touches my eyes. ‘Rest.’
I don’t want to, but I know I should, and obeying him will be easy as long as he can promise me one thing. ‘Stay here with me? Don’t leave.’
‘Never.’ The word is signed sharp and with purpose and absolute truth.
I let my eyelids close and hope that next to him, I’ll be able to sleep without nightmares, all the way until morning.