CHAPTER 8 Archer Bradley
The Perfect Woman
I tear open the wrapper and slide on the condom. Fuck, I’m hard. At this rate, it’ll be three pumps before I lose it.
It’s been far too long since I’ve been with a woman.
While it’s true Tatum and I broke up several months ago, the real break was probably much longer than that.
I can’t even remember the last time we had sex.
Six months before that, maybe. You never realize it’s going to be the last time until it just… is.
And now, this gorgeous woman is bending over a couch, palms on the glass as I requested.
She doesn’t seem to know who I am, or she doesn’t care—either way, she’s ready, eager, and willing, and it’s been a long time since I felt this sort of attraction to a woman.
It makes me realize how very much I never want to get complacent in a relationship ever again.
Or maybe I just don’t want to get into one ever again.
Once the condom is in place, I draw in a few deep breaths. I picture myself running toward the outfield wall. I focus on catching a ball. I’m trying every technique to try to calm my dick down so I can last a little longer, but the way cum was already dripping from me, it won’t be long.
I move in behind her, and I slide my hand along the smooth skin of her ass. She pushes back into my hand a little involuntarily, and I reward that with a little slap right on the round part of her cheek.
She jumps, surprised at the crack, and I run a soothing hand over the spot of the offense.
“Spread your legs,” I demand, and she does it, giving me exactly what I want. “Just like that,” I praise. I move in behind her, and my cock comes to a rest between her legs, close, so achingly close, but not inside, not yet.
She shifts back, wanting it, needing it, but I don’t give it to her yet. Her pussy rides along the outside of my cock with her movement, and I can’t help a small grunt at the feel. I fist myself and pump a few times against her clit. Her surprised “Oh!” is so goddamn sexy I nearly lose it.
I reach around her and grab onto one of her tits, and at the same time, I slide into her. I move slowly, inch by inch, as I feel her sweet cunt pull me in greedily, needy, wanting.
She lets out a moan and cries, “Oh God, oh God, oh God.”
“There’s more,” I grunt, and I push in a little more.
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Give it all to me.”
I do, pushing all the way in, and she claws at the glass as I ease back before pushing forward again.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I mutter, going as slow as I physically can to try to draw it out, but there’s just no way I’m going to last, not with a pussy this divine. Not when I’ve needed this release so badly for far too long.
I pick up the speed just a little, trying to wring as much pleasure out of this tryst as I can. We’ll do this again tonight, of that I’m sure. I can’t stop at just one, not with her, not when this connection with a stranger is somehow so powerful.
She feels the same, I think. I hope.
“Archer, yes, oh, God, give it to me! Faster! Harder!”
I obey her commands, harder and faster, and she reaches down between us, feeling me moving in and out of her in the V shape between her first and middle fingers. I grip onto her hips as I drive into her.
“Fuck, Mill, keep doing that,” I demand.
She keeps her fingers between us, tightening them a little as she grips me as I move in and out of her.
She lets go so she can rub her clit, and I open my eyes and watch her in the reflection of the glass.
She snags her bottom lip between her teeth, and her eyes are closed as she leans her head back and claws at that window with one hand while touching her clit with the other.
“Open your eyes,” I demand, my voice too loud in the room, and her eyes fly open.
They’re on me in the glass, and that’s when it plows into me with the force of a thousand bricks. Heat fires all through my body, and my balls draw up as my cum shoots into the condom, pulse after quaking pulse.
I let out a low growl as I pump into her as hard and as fast as I can, pleasure rocketing between us as her dam breaks at the same time, both of us careening over some cliff and into the bliss down below.
I ride it out with her, and once her convulsions start to slow, I back down my speed, too.
I shift into slower, lazy thrusts before I lean forward, not quite ready to pull out yet, and press a soft kiss to her back.
“Fuck, Millie,” I whisper against her skin.
“That was incredible,” we both say at the same time.
I can’t help but smile as I pull out of her.
I help her straighten to a stand, and then I pull her into my arms and kiss her.
I back us up until I’m sitting on the couch, and she straddles my lap as she holds my jaw between her palms and kisses me with passion, with abandon.
With need and want. With thanks. I kiss her back with everything I’ve got.
Eventually she pulls back, and she climbs off me and heads to the bathroom. Once she’s out, I take my turn in there, and she’s back in just her panties and T-shirt when I come out of the bathroom, lounging on the couch.
She glances over at me, and she smiles. “It really was incredible.”
“Agreed.” The best I’ve had, in fact. I’m too afraid to say that part aloud. It feels too personal, too intimate. This is just supposed to be for tonight. “Can I get you anything?” I ask instead.
“Some water would be great.”
I nod, and I grab us each a bottle from my stocked mini fridge.
She chugs half the bottle down and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand.
“Good call. Hydrate since I’m not done with you yet.” My eyes darken as they fall upon hers, and she doesn’t back down.
“Back at you.”
Jesus, I think I’m in love.
It’s a joke, obviously. We just met.
But somehow it feels like tonight with her is working to heal what’s broken.
She finishes her bottle of water. “Let me know when you’re ready for round two.”
My brows rise and my eyes widen a little as my jaw drops.
I think I just might have met the perfect woman.
I still need a little more time to recover, but it appears she does not. She wants more, and I want to give her more.
I glance at the table where we left Clive’s gift basket, and I bend down to rifle through what’s there. I pick up the butt plug, and she looks a little intrigued. I laugh. “You’re not leaving this resort without trying this on for size.”
She shifts. “Maybe start with something else.”
I pick up the box holding the bullet vibrator. Tatum and I had a great sex life back in our prime. We ventured into trying out toys every once in a while, but then they were relegated to the back of the drawer. Like everything else, I suppose, in the end.
I glance at Millie, and she looks like an angel spread out on the couch, her hair surrounding her like a halo, wearing just a shirt and panties.
I pull the bullet out of the box, and I test it out. It’s not a very strong vibration, so I pull out the charging cord to get it charged up. Then I grab her hand and lead her to my bathroom. I turn the shower on, and we each undress ourselves before we step in together.
I let her stand under the spray of water, and I lean down to kiss her. It’s slow and sensual as the steam builds around us, and I feel my cock stirring to life again.
It doesn’t feel like I’ve only known her a few hours. It feels like we’re connecting on some other level, a level where our bodies are already in sync with one another, like we both came to this resort needing something, and she was holding whatever that was captive for me, just as I was for her.
It has to be my imagination, or maybe it’s the whiskey. It could just be paradise, or the fact that I’ve fucked a new woman and it’s making me feel like a new man.
I pull back and wash her body slowly, sensually, and then she washes mine, too.
She shampoos her own hair, and then she does mine.
I exit first and dry myself off before wrapping a towel around my waist, and then she shuts off the water.
I wrap the fluffy towel around her, and we both drop our towels.
I sweep her up into my arms and carry her into the bedroom, where I deposit her on the bed before I head out to the living room to grab our charging toy.
I return, and she’s lying on the bed like a fucking queen waiting for me. She’s stroking her nipple absently, and there’s something inherently sexy about seeing her touch herself.
I set the toy on the edge of the bed, and I grip her legs and yank her until her ass is right at the edge. I kneel down.
“Spread your legs,” I demand, and when she does, I set them on my shoulders. I grab the toy, turn up the intensity, and press it to her clit.
“Oh,” she gasps, and I grin as I look up at her. Jesus, she’s sexy.
I watch her for a few beats, but the temptation is far too strong. I focus my gaze on her cunt, glistening and beautiful, spread before me, and I put a little more pressure on her clit as I dip my tongue inside her.
Her hips buck wildly off the bed, and damn, that’s hot. I thrust my tongue in and out of her, letting the toy handle her clit while I taste her over and over. I hum my approval against her body, and she grips tightly onto my hair, yanking on it as her body gives way to yet another orgasm.
She writhes on the bed, her legs pressing against my head, inadvertently keeping me right there in place, continuing the onslaught of pleasure from my end while she falls apart.
She cries out with pleasure, and as her body starts to slow, I pull the toy away and allow myself one little suck on the sweet bundle of nerves that’s swollen from the intensity of what she just went through.
She laughs, sensitive after what I just did to her, and she sits up. “Stand,” she commands, and I listen.
She scoots to the edge of the bed, and she looks over at the bullet still vibrating beside us. She picks it up, and I narrow my eyes at her.
I used toys on my ex, sure. But I’ve never had someone use a toy on me.
She holds it in her hand and runs it over the tip of my cock, and the feeling is so…
different. Overwhelming, but in a good way.
She traces it down my shaft, and it’s a completely new feeling, an intense and unexpected sort of stimulation.
She drags it back up and around the crown of my cock again before she runs it down and pulls it away, replacing it with her mouth.
“Oh, fuck,” I curse as she sucks on the head. I set both my hands on the back of her head as she takes me deeper, as deep as she can, and I hold her head there for a few beats before I let go. “Fuck, that’s good, baby. Do it again,” I say.
She does, and she swirls her tongue around as she does. When she pulls back, she drops me out of her mouth so she can talk. “Oh, God, Archer, you taste so good,” she moans before taking me back in her mouth like she can’t get enough of me.
Her enthusiasm is the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen. She’s focused on my cock, licking and sucking, taking me in and pulling back, giving more when she hears my growls of praise.
“Jesus, you’re good at this,” I grunt. “I fucking love watching you take my cock all the way back.”
She hums against me, clearly loving my approval, so I keep going.
“You’re so beautiful when you suck my cock.”
She sucks even harder, and it hits me hard and fast.
I tip my head back and close my eyes as I feel the waves of pleasure start to bear down on me, and that’s when I feel it.
The bullet, right there behind my balls, pressing and vibrating while she takes me as deep into her mouth as she can.
Holy fuck.
I fucking explode, long streams of cum pulsing into her mouth over and over to the symphony of a long, low moan.
It feels like it goes on and on, and she’s with me step for step, taking every last drop of cum I have to give, sucking it all down.
When the pulses slow and I’m left wrung out and dry, she pulls the bullet away and licks the head of my sensitive cock clean before she lets go of me and leans back on her elbows, a smug smile on her face that clearly says oh yeah, I did that.
Fuck yeah, she did.