“I’m here,” I repeat when he tilts his head, leaning into my touch.
His eyes land on my lips, making it clear exactly what he’s hoping for. I shove down the voice telling me it’s a bad idea because I’m gluttonous when it comes to him.
We both draw in a sharp breath when I press my lips to his, and it’s as if this one simple action has breathed new life into his tired bones.
His hands cup my neck, as he steps closer, closing all the distance between us. His breaths are ragged, his tongue working against mine, and the greediness in his response sets me on fire. I know he’s going to burn me. I know I’m going to be left in a pile of ashes, but right now, I need the warmth he’s offering.
“Brooks,” I whisper, the strength to pull back tenuous at best.
“Please, Archer. Just… please.”
He pushes up my t-shirt, his fingers and tongue meeting at my right nipple. It rips a groan from my chest. I knew I was desperate for him. I knew I missed everything about him, but I never let myself sink too low in the absence of him. I’ve been trying to do better… be better. I have so many things I need to work on individually. There was too much truth in Fletcher’s words, too many things that hit home, things I was blind to until I was slapped in the face with them.
When Brooks’s thumbs hook into the waistband of my sweats, I don’t argue. There’s no point in fighting any of this for a single second because I know I’ll eventually give in.
It’s not like I don’t want him. I long for this man every single second of the day, but I also know this isn’t going to end the way I need it to. He’s not going to profess his love for me or beg me to be with him.
He’s going to take what he needs.
I know it’ll hurt, but I’m going to give it to him. I can pick up the pieces of me he’s going to leave scattered around after he’s gone.
I can’t help the moan that slinks out when he wraps his hot lips around the tip of my cock. My fingers tangle loosely in his hair as his fingers dig into my thighs. It’s as if the noises I’m making are the fuel to his fire, and he’s like a tornado, sucking and licking at me like he just can’t help himself.
“Whoa,” I hiss. “Fuck, slow down.”
He glides off my cock, his eyes sparkling and a little devious. It’s a stark contrast to the broken man who entered my house a few minutes ago, and who the fuck am I to complain if my cock in his mouth is what he needs to breathe a little life back into him.
“Missed your cock,” he says before flattening his tongue and urging my hips forward.
The scrape of my dick over that part of him makes my nuts draw up. Blowing on his face seems like a great idea, but at the same time, I need this to take all night.
With my chin tucked to my chest, I watch, itchy with anticipation, as he sucks a finger into his mouth. I know what his plan is, but I still jolt when he swipes that wet digit over my hole.
My legs tremble and shake, threatening to lose function as he explores me.
“So fucking perfect,” he praises as he slips the tip inside of me. “Help me.”
I can hardly focus my eyes, but I grip my cock when he nuzzles it with his cheek. I paint his lips with precum before running the side of my cock down his stubbled cheek. The prickle of his beard sends a lightning bolt of need up my spine, and when he sucks one of my balls into his mouth, I yelp with pleasure.
This man is tearing me apart with his mouth and hands.
And then he’s gone. I expect him to walk away, to tell me I’m too needy and that’s the last thing he needs right now, but he simply walks across the room.
I swallow, my mouth dry, as he reaches into my bedside drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube.
His eyes drop to the other items in the drawer, his tongue running over the bottom curve of his mouth.
“Have you been using these a lot?” He runs his hand over the flesh-colored dildo. “This paper towel is still damp, Archer. Did it feel good inside of you?”
My ass clenches with the memories of using it earlier in the day. I got off, but I know from experience that the orgasm I gave myself two hours ago is going to pale in comparison to the one I’ll have with him.
“You’ll feel better,” I manage, my hand trembling with the urge to stroke my cock.