Chapter 4 #2
I hadn’t gotten the door to the men’s room fully closed before a strong hand gripped my waist, and pushed me back against it.
The lock gave a quiet click as it slid into place, and then his mouth was on mine, and holy shit.
If a kiss could consume me, this would be it.
His lips were firm and demanding, the fingers he had on my hip digging into my flesh, as his other hand curled around the back of my neck, tipping my head back.
He nipped at my lower lip, making me gasp, and then his tongue was in my mouth, dominating and claiming me as his own.
I moaned, and shoved my fingers through his hair, anchoring myself to him, my body coiling tight with delicious tension. This kiss was everything, but I needed more.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked, his mouth dropping to my neck before sliding to my shoulder.
“Yes. Please.” My voice was breathy.
He pressed a kiss over the dainty strap of my camisole before taking it between his teeth and slipping it over my shoulder.
His hand discarded the other one, and then my shirt was hanging loosely around my stomach, my nipples hard peaks through the black lace of my bra.
I squirmed in his hold while he merely stared at me.
“I was promised trouble,” I teased, dropping my hand between us and palming the hard length of him through the front of his jeans.
“And you and that mouth of yours are going to get it.” He grinned roguishly, before lifting me off the ground as if I weighed nothing, and setting me on the bathroom counter.
His fingers made quick work of the button on my jeans, and I pushed myself up so he could slide them down my legs and onto the floor.
I didn’t have time to worry about the sanity of the situation because in the next moment, his hand descended between my legs and I lost all ability to think.
The rough pad of his thumb circled my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, as one of his fingers slipped down to toy with the slickness at my entrance before pushing inside.
My eyes slammed shut, colors exploding behind my eyelids.
“Oh my god, yes.” I panted. “More.”
He made a low rumbling sound in his throat, as he added another finger, slowly sliding them in and out.
Then, without warning, he picked up the pace, fingers pumping into me ruthlessly, as he took my nipple between his teeth through the lace of my bra and bit gently.
My feet pressed into his back, holding him to me, as I grew hotter, the tension inside me winding tighter and tighter until I snapped.
I bit my lower lip to keep from screaming out, as my release tore through me.
Before I could gather a coherent thought, Archer was pressing open-mouthed kisses over my breast, up my neck, and along my jaw until he captured my lips with his.
Kissing had never been so addicting before; I could always take it or leave it whenever I was with someone, but I wanted to take every single one of this man’s kisses. They were scorching and all consuming.
“Tell me to keep going,” he growled.
My brain was sparking with lust, any coherent response I had sizzling out and leaving me with three-word sentences. “I need you.”
Standing to his full height, he undid his belt buckle with one hand in a singular fluid motion, and pulled out his cock. I stared at the perfection before me, unable to help myself from drinking him in.
He was gorgeous.
When he began reaching for his wallet to presumably pull out a condom, I grabbed his wrist, shaking my head. “I have an IUD, and I’m clean . . . unless you’d feel more comfortable with a—”
His mouth crashed into mine, silencing the rest of that sentence. “I’m clean too. I want to feel you.”
That was all either of us needed to hear.
My hands were shoving his pants and boxers down his thighs while he unclasped my bra, discarding it on the counter behind me, and sucking one of my nipples into his mouth.
I arched into the heat of his mouth, his tongue flicking and teasing at my breast, as I wrapped my hand around his length.
Stroking him slowly, I let my thumb brush over the smooth tip, smearing the drop of precum as I went.
“Christ, beautiful. Do that again.”
Repeating the motion, I watched his face. All the guarded tension had been replaced by desire, and I loved that I was the one to do that to him. Loved that I was the one he desired. Tonight anyway. Pushing that thought out of my mind, I focused on the man in front of me.
A second later, he stepped out of my hold, taking himself in his fist, and dragged the head of his cock through my pussy, once, twice. On the third pass, he locked eyes with me, and pushed inside, bottoming out in one thrust.
I gasped, the feel of him stretching and filling me so completely was almost too much for me to take, but then he was moving. The pace he set had me clawing at his shoulder, desperate for something to hold onto. His mouth came back to claim mine, swallowing my whimpers as he kissed me hard.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he commanded, his voice gravelly with need.
The second I had them locked around his waist, he lifted me off the counter, his palms gripping my ass, and slammed me back against the wall. His mouth returned to my breast, lavishing the other nipple this time, and then he was pounding into me.
“Archer! Oh my god. Please,” I begged. Every thrust got harder and faster than the last, my head spinning with pleasure, my body trembling with the onslaught of sensation.
“You take me so well, beautiful. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
He powered into me, never slowing, and when he took my nipple between his teeth, biting hard enough to send me over the edge, I shattered. His hold on me tightened, his thrusts becoming more erratic, and then he stilled, burying his face in my neck.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit,” he panted after a handful of seconds, before placing me back on my feet.
I gave him major props for being able to formulate that much of an articulate sentence, because I was speechless. That was, hands down, the best sex of my life, and it just happened in the bathroom of a bar.
I don’t know if it was the thrill of sex in public, or the man himself, but no hookup had ever felt so good.
Hookups usually just scratched an itch, and they were rarely something to write home about.
Half of the time, they were sloppy and rushed, primal and self-serving.
Truly earth-shattering sex came from familiarity, from a level of comfort that allowed you to be vulnerable enough to ask for exactly what you wanted—what you needed.
Which is why sex with Archer had blown more than just my body, because I couldn’t comprehend how he knew exactly what I needed and how I needed it.
We cleaned ourselves up and dressed in relative silence, but he kept glancing over at me as if maybe he was only truly seeing me for the first time.
I knew because I kept stealing glances at him too.
By now, the embarrassment and regret probably should’ve started kicking in, but there was nothing except satisfied contentment.
“We should do that again sometime,” he said once we were both presentable again.
I smiled up at him, but took a step back. “I don’t date, remember? Too many assholes”
“I wasn’t talking about dating,” he countered.
“In my experience, repeat booty calls almost always get messy.”
There was no arguing that, and he knew it. “Fair enough. Well, I guess I’ll see you around then, Darcy Adler.”
I smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “It’s a small town; I’m sure you will.” Then I flipped the lock, and slipped out of the bathroom.