Without replying, she grabs my hand and lowers it over her panties. Of course, she’s not wearing bottoms either. I groan, unable to contain my erection.
“Everleigh, don’t test me…please. I’m begging,” I say desperately.
Instead of retreating, she pushes my hand over her wetness. My finger circles over her clit, and she releases a harsh breath. Goddamn, this woman is gonna be my undoing.
“Don’t stop, I’m begging,” she throws my words back.
How can I deny her or say no when this is what we both want? What I’ve craved for so many weeks?
And how the hell am I going to stop before this gets out of hand?
“This can only happen tonight, you understand?” I say firmly before pulling her earlobe between my teeth.
“I’ll agree to anything as long as you touch me, Archer.”
Giving Everleigh the pleasure she so desperately wants, I dip my hand inside her panties.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I growl.
“You do that to me,” she admits. “Yes, more of that…”
I rub her eager bud as my own body ignites, but I ignore it. Tonight’s about her. If I let her anywhere near my dick, I won’t be able to stop her.
“You’re so needy,” I whisper, then glide down her slit. “You want my fingers inside you?”
“God, yes.” She widens her thighs enough to allow me to push two in.
“So tight and wet for me, baby. Goddamn, Everleigh.”
“I need more of you,” she mutters as she arches her back.
I thrust hard and fast as her orgasm builds. She wraps a hand around my wrist and squeezes it when she’s close. Pushing the heel of my palm into her clit, I add more pressure allowing her to climb closer to her release.
“Let me touch you.” She reaches for my cock, but I turn my hips.
“Not a good idea, sweetheart.”
“Archer.” She moans my name as I add a third digit inside her wet cunt.
“I wanna feel you orgasm on my fingers while screaming my name,” I tell her. “This is about you.”
“I’m close, but I should warn you…” She pants out, spreading her legs more.
“About what?” The words are barely out of my mouth before fluid gushes from her pussy.
“Oh my God,” she breathes out harshly, her body shaking.
Holy fuck, she just squirted all over me.
And I loved it.
I continue finger-fucking her until the orgasm dies. She lays on her back, her chest rising and falling. Her whimpers echo between us as I study her.
“That was unexpected,” I say with a chuckle. “And so fucking hot.”
“Sorry…I tried to warn ya, but…” She shrugs.
“I didn’t mind.” I bring my fingers to my mouth and lick them clean.
“Your sheets are a mess.”
“I’ll put them in the wash, and we can sleep in yours tonight,” I offer.
“Sounds good. I’m gonna take a quick shower.”
Everleigh crawls off the bed, but before she can walk out, I quickly catch up to her and pin her against the door. “I meant what I said,” I remind her. “That was a one-time thing.”
She sucks in the corner of her lower lip. “You sure about that?”
“Everleigh,” I warn. “I’m battling a million demons in my head. Please don’t make it harder for me.”
She lowers her gaze to my cock that’s been hard since she came into my life.
“You can force me away all you want, but in the end, your body always gives you away,” she says with confidence. And she’s not wrong.
I growl out my frustration.
“Feel free to join me in there...we can take turns cleaning each other.” She winks, then leaves me with the most tempting offer of my life.
Chapter Twenty
EVERLEIGH
For the past two weeks, I’ve been in party planning mode, and tonight’s finally the big event. Though his birthday was technically two days ago, we’re celebrating this weekend, so we don’t have to get up early the next day. I plan to drink my weight in tequila and maybe seduce Archer until we’re both naked and sweating.
Against my wishes, Archer has stayed true to his promise he made the night he finger-fucked me. So far, it has only been a one-time thing. That doesn’t mean I haven’t wished he’d change his mind. One time, he shoved a pillow between us and said if I didn’t stop tempting him, it’d stay there permanently. I hated the thought of not being close or touching him, so I promised to behave.
But tonight, all bets are off. Though he doesn’t buy into the whole “a year older, a year wiser” mantra, I don’t mind being the one to prove him otherwise.
“Birthday boy! Get up, sleepyhead,” I call out from the kitchen. I woke up early to make breakfast before the festivities began. I also need to finish decorating before tonight.
“It’s not my birthday anymore,” he says with a groan, greeting me in only his boxers.
“It’s your birthday month,” I emphasize.
“Oh, man. You’re one of those.” He laughs, reaching for the coffee pot.