I had been, but I was tracking the way his lips glistened and when I leaned in, he opened his mouth to meet my kiss and let me trace my tongue against his as he slid a hand under my shirt. His fingers were so cool against my skin, it sent another race of goosebumps over me.
His erection stiffened against my ass where I ground against him lightly, then he tugged my hair, breaking the kiss. “Frankie.”
He was right. What was I doing?
“Not upset in the slightest, but I’m interested in getting rid of these clothes if we’re going to keep this up,” he warned.
Heat unspooled from my belly, and I clenched my thighs against his legs as I straddled his lap. The gleam in his eyes reminded me of Friday, and it would be so easy. Just focus on feeling good…
“But nothing has to happen. I didn’t bring you back here to make out—sadly.” Then he made a face, and another laugh swelled up through me. “Not saying no, just saying you don’t have to worry.”
“I wasn’t worried,” I admitted. “A little amazed that I can be mad at you and want you at the same time.”
His grin grew brighter. “You want me.”
My face heated. “I thought I made that clear on Friday.”
“Oh yeah,” he said. “But it’s not Friday, and you’re right, you were mad.”
“I’m still mad.”
“No, you’re not,” he said, then soothed his hands down my sides. “You’re hurt, and that’s a thousand percent worse. But if you were mad at me, you’d never have texted me for help.”
He had a point.
“I don’t think I’ve forgiven you yet.”
“But you want to, which we also covered.” He slid his hands under my shirt and continued his slow soothing strokes. I swayed a little at the contact, it eased some of the want simmering in my system and made me want to lean into him more.
The quiet elongated, and he nuzzled a kiss to the corner of my lips before easing his hands up to my bra.
“Can I?”
A shudder passed through me.
“I’ve been thinking about your tits since Friday, I want to play with them again, and I want to eat you out… You remember what I said about all the different ways I want to fuck you?”
I did, and I didn’t pretend otherwise. When he kissed me this time, I pressed right into him and he unhooked my bra, the next time we broke apart, my shirt came off and then bra. He tugged his up and off.
“Fair is fair,” he said with a grin, and then I was on my back and he was kissing me again. All I wanted to do was hold onto him, feel the way my breasts rubbed against his chest, and I ached for more as he rubbed at my pussy through my pants.
Every kiss he gave me was like a drug and left me craving more. Every touch sucked me out of my head and left only Archie and where we touched. I dragged my hands down his back and slid my hands against his shorts. He let out a little groan when I pushed him up. As I reached between us to undo the button and zipper, he studied me.
The earlier chill was gone. So was the vague sense of nauseating disquiet and uneasiness. I didn’t care about our parents or the shit the girls pulled. I just wanted this.
I needed this.
As soon as I got the zipper open, he shoved his shorts off, leaning back and up until they were gone along with his boxer briefs. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my leggings and at my nod, he dragged them off. Then there was nothing but bare skin, and when he came back, I met him, mouths fusing together. He rocked against me, and everywhere his skin rubbed against mine, I wanted more.
The first nudge of his cock against my entrance, and I pulled back, panting. Archie swore and reached over to the drawer. He yanked it out and pulled out the condom. Sitting up, he had it open and ready to roll on, when I wrapped my hand around his cock, and he froze. His expression went from hurried to strained, and he stared at me as I stroked him from base to tip.
“I didn’t really get to touch you on Friday,” I admitted, and he let out a little groan.
“Fuck, you feel good, babe.” He was hot and smooth; the skin was so soft and yet, pulled taut. I rolled my thumb around the tip and wondered if I could do that, could I put my mouth there and… “Frankie.” He dragged out my name, his voice hoarse. So I helped him roll on the condom and then he had my thigh up and eased inside of me.
The pressure was perfect and exactly what I wanted. I abandoned trying to reason or catalog anything. Just focused on feeling as he began to thrust. Every push sent a rush through my system. Hot and heavy against me, he deepened our kiss until his tongue thrust against mine with the same force as he snapped his hips. The grind sent sparks up my spine, and the spiraling tension coiled so tight, I thought I was going to burst.
The hairs on his legs tickled mine, and he dug his fingers into my leg as he braced his weight on his other arm. When he lifted his head, he stared right into my eyes as he increased the tempo. All I could do was fight to keep up with him, and then heat burst out. I almost sobbed, it felt so good. Another three snaps of his hips, and his pace stuttered as he came. I fought to keep my eyes open to watch his blissed out expression.