“Cause you… I’d just come from a really shitty fight with Muriel and Edward. I was in a terrible mood, and I didn’t want to be at school or dealing with any of their crap. You walked over, popping your gum, and said, ‘Who did you kill, and what do we need to hide the body?’”
Realization bubbled up in me. As much as my eyes ached and I was still sniffling, I laughed. “You gave me the worst look and said, ‘Think you could handle a hard time?’”
The corner of his mouth kicked up. “You stood up, fixed your hat as you said, ‘I can take you, Standish. Bring it on.’ You know what, I totally believed you, and I started laughing. Killed all that anger in me with one smart ass remark.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. “You made my world better. I made you say it again, and you did the exact same thing, and this is the picture I took.”
A little bewildered and a lot flattered, I twisted and gave him a real kiss. The phone slid away as he cupped my face. The heat of his palm coupled with the tenderness in the kiss had me chasing his tongue almost playfully as he rolled onto his back and tugged me over him.
The gentle skate of his fingers over my hips to his shirt had me lifting up and breaking the kiss. I tugged the shirt up and off, and dropped back to meet his kiss as he massaged my breasts. We seemed to be in a state of hurry up and wait. I couldn’t get enough of his kiss as he seemed intent on devouring me. Even then, I was running my hands over him everywhere I could touch.
When he dragged his mouth away from mine, I groaned, but he urged me a little higher and then latched onto one of my nipples. The electric sensation zinged right through me. Long pulls coupled with little bites had me squirming. Then he kissed and nipped a path to my neglected nipple. I stretched between us and teased his cock through the fabric of his tented boxers.
Dipping my hand beneath the waistband, I closed my fingers around the hot, silky taut skin, and he let out a low groan as I began to stroke him slowly.
A minute later, I was flat on back and he had my panties off. His boxers followed, and he pressed my leg up so he could tease my pussy with a kiss and a lick that had me bucking. It felt good, but I wanted more. When he speared two fingers into me, I groaned.
“Archie…”
“Shh, babe, just making sure.” When he crooked his fingers inside of me, the tension redoubled. “Never going to hurt you.”
They treated me like porcelain, and then he sucked against my clit and I came. It chased all the other thoughts away except for the need to ride the feelings he provoked.
When he slid away from me, I wanted to complain. Then he was back and rolling the condom on. Easing onto the bed, he lay on his back, and he reached a hand out to me. “Come ride me?” The request sent a shudder through my overstimulated system, and I scrambled up to straddle him.
Mouths locked together, I hummed against his lips as his hand and mine wrapped around his cock and drew it back and forth against my pussy. His soft moan as we positioned him and I began to descend to take him in sent another lance of electricity down my spine.
Inch by inch, I dropped until I’d taken him all the way in, and then we both sighed. “I love this,” I admitted in between kisses.
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah,” I closed my eyes as I pumped my hips a couple of times, the shallow thrusts lifting me up only to grind back down. “The feeling of you stretching inside of me…” Seriously, I did. It was one thing to get myself off, but I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of when he—or Jake, for that matter—pushed into me. “It’s…those first few moments, it’s so big and it feels like I’ll split open.”
Eyes open, I met his gaze as he settled his hands on my hips, and I began to move. Palms braced against his shoulders, I began to roll my hips, deepening the motions of rising and falling as he met my every downward thrust.
The play of emotions across his face captivated me.
“Then you’re there…and it feels so good.”
We found our rhythm, and I stopped trying to describe it as I dug my fingers in. At his urging, I went faster. This was different and sublime in the same moment. The tension coiled tighter and tighter. His fingers bit into my hips, and his expression grew more taut. When he dragged his hand up my side as he sat up, I met his kiss and we writhed against each other.
So close. The tension ratcheted higher, and then it burst. Everything clenched and fluttered as I cried out against his lips. He gave another couple of thrusts and then let out his own groan, shuddering as he gripped me to him.
Panting, we clung to each other. “And I really like that part, too.” The admission pulled laughter from him, and then we were both giggling.
“Just like it, huh?” Archie teased as he pinched my ass, and I laughed.
“I like a lot of things about you.”
“Yeah?” He brushed my hair back and gave me a light kiss.
“Yeah. I’m sorry…I’m sorry you have to keep picking me up lately.”
“I’m not,” he promised. “I’m sorry crap keeps happening, but I am definitely not sorry about being there for you.”
“No matter what happens,” I said as I brushed a stray cat hair off his cheek. Deliciously rumpled, he looked utterly kissable. I gave into the temptation and kissed him as lightly as he had me. “Stepsiblings or not, I’m still going to date you.”
His soft chuckle rolled over me. “Good.”
Eventually, I eased away, and he made his way to the bathroom and got rid of the condom. Flopping back on the bed, I stared up at the ceiling. This wasn’t entirely how I planned to spend this evening.