“You’re inside of me. It’s not the same.” His fingers grip the globes of my ass. “Move.”
I pull my hips back, my face screwing up with pleasure as I pull out to the tip before pressing back in.
He’s silent now, his mouth hanging open as his body trembles.
I do it over and over, slow at first until my pleasure takes over, causing my hips to snap a little hard, press a little deeper.
“Oh. Fuck. Need to come,” he moans as he reaches between us.
The brush of his knuckles against my lower abdomen as he strokes his cock is my undoing.
My cock kicks deep inside of him, but I keep moving, pausing when he tips over the edge so I can feel the rhythmic clenching of his ass. His orgasm finishes me off, the perfect fucking end to the most amazing sex.
“Jesus,” he whispers, the hand on my ass inching up to rub my back.
“I take it you enjoyed that?”
I push up onto my fists, grinning down at him.
His eyes are still a little unfocused when he looks at me. “When can we do that again?”
Chapter 35
Brooks
I don’t know how long the sun has been up, but I don’t bother to open my eyes as I press my lips between Archer’s shoulder blades.
He’s not fully awake, but that doesn’t stop him from pressing his ass to my morning erection.
Waking up to him is one of my favorite things, and I’ve been doing it for weeks.
After that night he took me for the first time, I just couldn’t leave. He doesn’t seem to mind that I’ve practically taken up residence in his bed.
We spend nearly every day together. The only time I leave is when I have shit I have to do at the office, and I make quick work of it so I can get back to him. The sex has been out of this world. The hand jobs and blow jobs have been spectacular, but it’s not always about sex. A lot of times we cuddle on the sofa and watch television. We spend a lot of time in the kitchen, both of us trying to learn to cook since Archer hasn’t hired a new house manager. I get the feeling he doesn’t want anyone around but me, and I find myself delighted by that. It also means we order out for food often because we’re both absolute shit when it comes to following a recipe. I blame him being unable to keep his hands to himself.
I grin when he rolls his hips against me again, making it very clear the man is completely awake now.
“What are we going to do today?” I whisper against his back, my arm around his waist holding him tighter.
“Umm… hello?” He wiggles his hips, my bare cock rubbing against the crack of his ass.
I chuckle at his insistence, but I’ve also learned that Archer gets off on being denied and teased. Not giving in the exact second he demands something from me is much more fun. It took a while before I was strong enough to resist the taunting, but now that I know he’s not going to run or shut me out, I don’t have to be in such a hurry to experience those things with him.
“I was thinking we could go to the store and grab those ingredients for the cake you wanted.”
“After,” he groans, the sound turning into a growl when I pull my hips back.
“Yes, after,” I agree. “After the grocery store, I need to run by my house and grab a couple more suits.”
“I love you in a suit,” he says, his back arching comically to try to make contact with my skin. “I love you out of a suit. In fact, your birthday suit is my favorite.”
“I just so happen to be wearing it right now,” I say, nipping at the skin on his back. “Would you stop wiggling?”
“Can’t. Horny.”
“You’re always horny.”
He turns in my arms, his eyes dropping to my lips. I try to scowl at him. The man knows what that one little action does to me.
“I want to get to the store before it gets too late.”
“Worried all the good bags of flour will be gone?” He rubs his cheek against mine, the tangle of our beard growth sending a rush of cold chills over my skin.
“You’re happy,” I say, my hand cupping his jaw. Something is different about the man since we returned from California. It’s as if closing that chapter of his life somehow brought him a level of peace he was looking for.
“I’d be happier if your mouth was on my dick.”
“I’m being serious.”
His eyes find mine. “I’m very happy.”
“Me too,” I say, the words nothing but honest.
I can admit, I never thought I’d enjoy spending so much time with a single person, but here I am, grinning like a fool. There’s just something about falling asleep with empty balls and a smile on my face that makes everything in the world seem better.