42. Archer
ARCHER
Five Months Later
“You ready for the season opener on Sunday?” Colton asks as we step off the elevator.
Something so familiar, so routine, except now, he’ll enter his condo at one end of the hall, and I’ll head to mine at the other. Inside, his new puppy, Max, waits for him. The two loves of all my lives, wait for me inside mine.
We’ve been in Tampa for about two months now and take the adjustment day by day.
My parents and Willow came out with Allie and Aurora when they moved a couple of weeks after me.
Then, Allie’s parents came and stayed with us for two weeks after that.
Willow, Weston, and my brother arrive for my first game on Sunday, and Willow will stay for another week before she has to return to California and begin her grad program at UC Irvine.
So, while we’ve officially started over in Florida with a newborn, we’ve never truly been alone.
We have a few days in between visitors right now, and while we’re always missing our family immensely, we’ve been savoring the bubble of solitude we’ve been able to come back to when having the condo to ourselves.
I unlock the door, and as I push it open, I’m flooded with low, red accent lighting and soft, sultry music flowing through the apartment.
I press wider, our spacious, open kitchen coming into view to my left, with the living space ahead of me, and the sparkling Tampa skyline beyond it through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The sight stopping me dead in the entryway, though, is Allie’s portable pole set up in the center of the living room, “Pour It Up” by Rihanna a hum—no doubt in effort not to wake our daughter down the hall—as Allie floats down from the ceiling, one knee hooked around the pole, the other kicked out behind her as she arches her back, extending her free arm to grasp the top of that foot.
With perfect form, she descends, long hair suspended in the air, my favorite red set adorning her perfect tits and flawless ass, knee high socks tucked into a pair of sky-high heeled boots.
My cock is fucking raging.
As she reaches the bottom, she drops her leg, gracefully planting her foot on the ground before completing a twirl as she plants her other leg, spinning to face me. “You have to pay to watch, Daddy.”
I smirk, shaking my head as I shut the front door with my foot. Striding toward her, I pull out my wallet, grabbing all the cash inside before tossing it at her feet as I pass her and take a seat on the center of the couch with the window at my back. I keep small bills on me for this exact reason.
I spread my legs, getting comfortable. “Get to work, Mama.”
Allie rounds the pole, facing me again as she straightens her back against it and tosses me the most salacious of smiles. Torturously slow, she slides down the pole, spreading her legs until she lands in a split.
“This seems a little advanced for a beginner class, Amor,” I rasp, shifting my hips forward as I reach over my head and grip the back of the couch.
“This isn’t for class,” she whispers, a playful edge to her tone as she kicks her knees behind her and comes up onto all fours. “This is for us.”
“Fuck.”
I found a dance studio just three blocks from the high-rise condo we bought less than a mile from the stadium.
They happened to be looking for an instructor that could teach children’s contemporary dance, which Allie is more than qualified in, but she was able to talk them into adding an introductory pole dance class to her schedule too.
The best part is that the studio has a daycare and nursery, so we don’t have to worry about childcare while Allie’s teaching, and she has the ability to take classes for herself too.
She’s only been at it for two weeks, but I can already see that glow dance has always given her remerging in her face when she comes home from the studio flushed and glistening.
We bought a place with an oversized kitchen so she could bake as often as she wants too, but I know she misses doing it professionally. Dance allows us more flexibility with the baby, but I’m determined to get her back in a real bakery.
Allie crawls toward me at a glacial pace, dragging out every feline movement.
The charm bracelet I got her for Christmas dangles at her wrist, the new charm I got her after Ro was born—a star—swaying with each movement.
Her searing gaze melts my composure as her eyes stay pinned on mine with each inch she moves closer to where I need her most.
“You look so fucking good down there, Allie Cat. So fucking mine.”
She reaches my feet, sitting up on her knees between my legs before falling back, arching herself as she kicks her legs out in front of her and lays flat.
She lifts her knees into the air, straightening her legs before kicking out in a V, giving me the sweetest glimpse of the heaven between her thighs before she snaps them back together.
I tsk. “Such a tease.”
She slides her hands up her torso, toying with the cherry pendent of her belly button piercing that she was able to replace after having Ro.
Tossing me a wink, she wiggles on the ground between my legs, soft skin drenched in red light and the city’s glow.
She lifts her knees again, hooking each one around my thighs and lifting her hips.
“Take my shorts off, Archer.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice. I grasp the lace trim band of her red shorts, tugging them over her hips to reveal her perfect pussy. She lifts her legs as I slip them over her feet, leaving her in nothing but the red bra and her heels.
She plants her knees atop my thighs again, pulling her body upward in a slow roll that starts with her hips, and lifts through her stomach and her chest, until she’s straddling me, aligning her face with mine.
“You’re fucking unreal.”
A soft smile tilts her lips as her hands come around my neck. “How was work?”
I tilt my chin, feathering our lips. “Good. How was baby girl?”
“Fussy.” She kisses me slowly. “But she’s out now.”
I buck my hips, forcing her to feel my cock. “So we have time, then.”
“Mm-hmm.” She hums into my mouth. “Does Daddy want this pussy?”
“So bad,” I murmur.
“Has Daddy earned this pussy?”
“Make me,” I growl. “Tease me.” I buck my hips again. “Make me fucking beg, and then let me deliver.”
She moans, slipping my lip between her teeth. I hiss as she bites down, tugging slow when she pulls back, before she finally releases. She grinds down, dragging her hips over my cock as her mouth finds my neck and she peppers kisses along my jaw.
I grasp her ass, pulling her tighter, gliding my nose down her throat until I reach her chest. I take the hem of her bra between my teeth, tugging it down enough to free her nipple before I flick my tongue across it.
Her head falls back, hair tickling my knuckles where they hold her ass as she rocks over me once again. “Make me come like this,” she whimpers. “Just like this, and then I’ll ride you so hard you forget your fucking name.”
“Yes, Mama.”
Squeezing her ass hard enough that she elicits a moan, I tug her against me, grinding her core down on my cock. With my free hand, I rip her bra down to her waist with force, freeing both of her breasts.
Sucking one into my mouth, I swirl my tongue around her peaked bud while I roll the other one between my fingers and lift my hips to continue the pressure on her center. She’s whining, whimpering my name, rolling her body over mine in search of friction.
So worked up, I feel the first bead of moisture over my thumb. Pulling back, I move my mouth to that breast and suck there too, tasting her milk.
“So…” I murmur over her nipple. “Fucking…” I flick my tongue. “Sweet.”
“Fuck, Archer,” she rasps, breathy and rough. “Don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”
I don’t. I suck harder, swallowing her down, pinching her other nipple as she continues rubbing herself against me. I lift my hips, meeting her movements. The friction against my cock has me throbbing, and I’m so close to losing my goddamn mind, I nearly fall off that ledge right along with her.
Allie’s breath hitches, body becoming rigid before a long, deep groan flies from her throat. She shoves at my chest, breast popping out of my mouth as she folds forward, burrowing her face in my neck as she begins to tremble.
“That’s it, Mama. Ride it out.” I grab her ass again, rocking her gently against me, coaxing her down. Once she’s recovered, I dip my chin, nipping at her neck. “Now it’s time for you to get to work.”
She takes one more deep inhale before pulling back, peering down at me through her lashes—eyes hooded, sated yet sparking with desire.
She pulls at the waistband of my shorts, shoving them down just enough to free my hard, leaking cock, before she lifts on her knees and positions me at her entrance.
We both watch, transfixed, as she lowers herself onto me. I’m set aflame—mind, body, and soul—when she envelops me in her heat, covering me with her warmth, making space inside her for me to fit.
“Fucking perfection, baby,” I grit out as she drops lower.
The fit is impossibly tight, yet she takes me like she’s made for it. Allie leans back, hands on my knees so she can display herself—showcasing where our bodies join together.
“Is this what Daddy wanted?” she asks, that sexy-as-fuck sultry rasp thick like honey in her throat. “To watch this pussy take his cock?”
“Yes,” I snap, the band on my composure fraying. I’m fighting the instinct to grab her hard, put her on the floor, and fuck her senseless. “Bounce on it.”
She laughs salaciously, tossing her head back, long dark curls tickling my thighs as she lifts herself before slamming back down. Over and over and over again.
My mind blanks, vision hazing until there is nothing more than the sight of her moving over me, the sound of our moaning, and the wet slap of our joining skin.
She takes control effortlessly—owning me entirely.
“Touch my clit,” she commands.
I obey.
“Good Daddy.”
I whimper.