26. Archer #3
The second my back hits the rock, heat blossoms throughout the entire room, rooting me through my core as it steals my breath.
Her hand tightens around mine, and I work as hard as I can not to return the sentiment in fear of snapping a finger or two, but the heat is on the brink of being unbearable.
My head tilts back, and my eyes clench shut as the heat consumes me.
She whimpers, the throaty sound stealing my breath as I fight against the ache inside of me. Twisting my attention toward her, I tilt my head down to find her lashes already wide and her eyes even wider with her pupils blown.
“Archer,” she cries, another whimper falling from her lips as her free hand reaches for my t-shirt, her fingers curling into the fabric, and I nod.
Not a single ounce of more confirmation is needed as she slings her leg over and falls into my lap. The heat doesn't seem to wear her down like it did the first time. I feel rooted to the ground, yet she moves more freely. It only seems to energize her.
Her eyes are practically glowing as she fumbles with the neckline of her cropped tee while my hands trail over her thighs. My fingertips dig into her flesh as she peers down at me, jaw slack as she pants.
“Do you remember what you said?” she rasps, dragging her thumb across my bottom lip, and I gape at her in confusion. “When you admitted to underestimating me,” she adds, and I gulp, nodding, that moment forever engrained in my brain. “Me too.”
Her thighs clench on either side of me as she keeps her thumb pressed against my lip while yanking at the buttons of her top.
“I did more than underestimate you; I judged you without knowing a single thing about you. I assumed I was protecting everyone, and I thought I understood the situation, but the reality is… I was catastrophically wrong.”
Word for word, she repeats me, giving Baron a run for his money as her body moves, grinding against me, and I instinctively flex up, pressing my cock against her center.
“You deserve the apology of legends, something greater than I’ll ever be able to provide, but you better believe that I will try again, and again, and again, not just with words, but actions too.
You owe me nothing, not friendship, not affection, and definitely not forgiveness.
I was wrong. I’m still wrong. I thought I was doing it for your own good.
There’s no justifying this shit, me, or anything that goes through my head.
Giving you what you need means giving you a piece of me I haven’t found yet.
I shouldn’t even ask for patience, I don’t deserve it, but fuck knows I won’t get this right the first time. ”
“Ivy,” I rasp, gaping in disbelief at the words she remembers that fall heavily in the room like an ignition, cranking the heat up further.
“Help me, Archer,” she begs, and I bring a hand to her breast as she reveals her lace lingerie.
I run my thumb across her taut nipple that peeks through the fabric. “Whatever you need,” I promise a second before she inches closer, her lips an inch from mine.
With heat pulsing between us, need takes over, and our lips crash together, both fighting for control as we delve into one another. Her fingerprints sear into my skin as we claw at one another, desperate to satisfy the ache inside.
Fumbling, Ivy lifts up on her knees, hiking her skirt up, and I reach for her panties, shredding them with ease as she reaches for the zipper on my pants. I groan at the hot breeze that drags over me as she exposes my length, only to engulf me with her own heat a second later.
She slams down on me, taking full control, and I grunt.
She’s so fucking tight, and so needy she’s already dripping for me.
“Ride me,” I rasp, and she snickers, hooded eyes finding mine.
“Don’t pretend to be in control right now, Archer,” she whispers, her voice all hot and heavy, and my cock pulses with desire.
“Are you in control right now, Ivy? Is that what this is?”
She rakes her teeth over her bottom lip as she plants her hands on my shoulders, rising up only to slam back down on my cock again, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“You tell me.”
Squeezing her thighs, I hold on, desperate for purchase as I fight against the need to flip us over and fuck the control right out of her. It’s too good watching her come undone. At my hand, it’s delectable; at her own doing, it’s euphoric.
It’s impossible not to fall under her spell as she rides me, bringing me to the brink of ecstasy far too quickly, but as her head rolls back and she screams with pleasure, I let the current take me too, thrusting up into her as I fill her with my release.
She curls in my lap, and I wrap her in a tight embrace, feeling the heat finally seep from my limbs without being replaced by more.
Our chests move in sync as we try to catch our breath. When her eyes meet mine, they are wide with a hint of surprise.
“I don’t know what came over me,” she whispers, shyness coating her cheeks, and I grin, trailing the pink hue with the back of my hand.
“What was your mom saying about that phoenix ego?” I offer, and she gulps, eyes widening as she shakes her head, but I capture her chin, making sure I have her full attention before I speak. “It looks good on you.”