Dazed, I stared up at him.
“There she is. You still with me?”
I nodded slowly and he smiled.
“Good girl, sweet girl… you’re okay.” He ran his hand down my face to my throat and then over my chest. “Tell me you’re okay.”
It was not an order I could refuse. “I’m okay.” My voice was a croak, but he pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth.
“There she is,” he repeated. “Sweet girl. Sexy girl. I’m going to make this good for you…we’re going to go slow. Yeah? Tell me you understand.”
I nodded.
“Tell me,” he said, cupping my jaw as he studied me. What did he see? I had no idea. My arms were like rubber, but I got them to work and I slid a hand into his hair.
“I understand, but…I need…” I shifted against the bed and he nodded, a sudden smile lighting his face.
“God, you have no idea, babe, how much I need you, too. But slow…” He eased away. I made a complaining noise and tried to follow, but he flattened a hand against my chest, just below a breast. “Stay there, I’ll be right with you, I promise…”
He leaned over the side of his bed and yanked a drawer out with a bang. I tracked his motion and caught the glint of the light on foil. Oh… the condom.
I smiled. “You remembered…”
“Of course I did,” he said, eyeing me as he sat up, still kneeling between my legs. The foil tore and then he was rolling it on. I hadn’t gotten to taste him yet. Or really play with him at all. “See something you like?”
At his tease, I grinned. “I see something I’d like to try.”
“Oh,” he murmured, dropping the spent foil on the nightstand before crawling up to gaze down at me. “You’re going to, I promise. Anything you want, you’re going to get.”
A delicious shudder rocked through my system, and I lifted my knees. Still staring at me, Archie ran his fingers down to my pussy, sliding a finger through the labia and teasing the sensitive flesh. When he eased a finger into me, I lifted my hips.
“Shh,” he whispered. “Slowly.”
I groaned as he worked that finger in and out, then added another.
“It’s going to hurt a little, babe, but only a little, if I can help it.”
“I don’t care,” I admitted. “I just want to feel you.”
“I care,” he declared, then dropped a kiss to one of my breasts, then the other. “I care a lot.”
Sweat beaded along his brow as he added a second finger to the first, and I exhaled a soft moan.
“You’re so hot, Frankie. Hot and wet. So soft. I can’t wait to feel you on my cock…”
There he went again with that illegal mouth of his.
“There are so many ways I want to fuck you,” he continued and added a third finger. A light burn spread through my pussy as he stretched me. I dug my nails into his biceps, as he pinned me in place with his gaze. “I want to feel you come on my cock. I want to feel that wild fluttering you were doing as you squeeze me. I want to roll you over and fuck you from behind. I want to pin you down and eat you out until you can’t walk.”
Another thrust of his fingers and the burn turned into something more as I groaned. That hot spiraling tension had begun to coil again.
“I want you to ride me,” he continued, a devilish grin on his face. “I want to see your tits bounce as you take me.” Kissing me once, he slid his fingers out and lifted them to his lips. He licked one clean and then held the other two down to me. “Taste.”
I opened my lips, and he slid them inside. I sucked the juices off them as his eyes darkened and a half-uttered, “fuck,” escaped. As I swirled my tongue around his fingers, he groaned. “I want to feel your mouth on me, and I want to come between those puffy, swollen lips.”
The image sent another pulse through me. Could a person orgasm from dirty talk alone? Archie tugged his fingers free then he moved sitting up to adjust my hips, he gripped his cock and began to run it against my labia, his expression strained.
On my elbows, I leaned up to watch. Heat flashed over me. Not in embarrassment or shyness but wanting. “Archie…” Every stroke had him bumping against my clit but he kept going, slicking himself up until the condom was shiny as he flexed his fist around himself.
Then his hot gaze met mine. “Yes?”
Oh… I melted. Even after all that, even when I was half-crazy for it, he was thinking. “Yes,” I told him. He angled himself and began to press inside of me. Fuck, this was so much more than the burn of his fingers. The head pressed deeper and he shifted, catching my hands in his as our fingers threaded together.
Inch-by-inch, he eased forward, the strain popping a vein on the side of his neck as he gritted his teeth. “So hot… so fucking hot…”
The burn of stretching around him increased and then he shifted forward and sank into me. The pain was there, sharp, and bright and I couldn’t breathe as he pushed the oxygen from lungs. Too much, so big. So full.
One drugging kiss after another brought me back down as we lay there. I dug my fingernails into the backs of his hands, but he didn’t let go and then the burn eased. My sigh between kisses had him lifting his head. “Talk to me.”
Was he serious?
“C’mon, Frankie, open those eyes.”
Had they closed?
I pried them open and a tear slipped down my cheek. He caught the drop with his lips, then kissed the corners of my eyes. “Still hurt?”
I shook my head.
“Talk to me, use your words.”
“Why?” I groaned. I was so full, impaled on his cock and desperate for him to do something.
“I have to know you’re okay. I want to fuck you so badly right now. When I start moving, I’m going to fuck you right through this mattress, so I have to know.”
“I’m fine,” I almost yelled. God, couldn’t he feel it? Everything was so tight and unbearable and stretched. “Move. Please?”
“Oh yeah.”
He eased back and then thrust in again. The look of wonder on his face stunned me. When he spread his knees, the soft hairs on his legs rubbed against my inner thighs and he kissed me as he filled me again. Hot and heavy, he filled me up.
“Frankie,” he said, strained with hints of delight. Whenever he pulled out it was a loss and when he thrust in, I arched my back and clenched around him, there. Just stay right there.
The drag and pull rocked me. He kept my hands pinned as he resumed one bruising kiss after another. His hips pumped, and I lifted my legs to wrap them around his hips. The shift in the angle had him pushing deeper and sparks scraped through me with every pound of his cock. I think I screamed as the earlier tension stretched tight and I fought to match his rhythm.
He found the perfect pace. Every push—there just weren’t words for it. I lost myself in the slide of sweat and skin. The noises he made as he kissed me. The noises I made. The spiraling tautness shrank tighter and tighter. Trapped, pinned, and jolted by his every thrust, I held on desperately. There was a blank, physical delight in him fucking me. He’d promised we’d burn through the mattress, and I held on as he made good on his word.
The thrusts grew faster, deeper, and bliss exploded through my system as his hips stuttered. I squeezed tight and the feel of him pulsing shot through me even as he broke the kiss and let out a shout.
We hung there forever, his hips twitching against mine as aftershocks rocked through us. Laughter swelled up and I giggled. The sound pulled Archie’s attention and he lifted his head, carefully flexing his hands to ease their grip on mine. There was a pull across my shoulders, but I didn’t care. When he looked down at me, he wore a wrecked expression.
“My beautiful girl,” he crooned. “So fucking beautiful and sweet.” The warm voice, hoarse and gentle, wrapped around my thoughts as he released my hands and then buried his face against my throat. The hotness of his breath, the frequency of his pants. “So good to me. So fucking good. Your pussy feels amazing on my cock and watching you come is
the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I floated, caring for nothing but the feel of him against me and the weight of him covering me.
So good.
I don’t know how long I lay there before he dragged himself up. I moaned at the loss and he pressed fingers to my cheek. “Shh, I’ll be right back.”
I ached a little, but the floating feeling was still there. Water came on in the bathroom, but I didn’t want to move. A moment later, the bed dipped, and Archie leaned down to nuzzle another kiss against my mouth. “Frankie... open your eyes, sweetheart. C’mon, open them up.”
I gazed up at him. He brushed his hand down my face and then held up water. The glass looked amazing particularly with how dry my mouth was. Pushing myself up to sit, I let out a little wince. Not terrible, but everything ached now. My arms. My hands. My legs. My pussy. A good ache, but still aching.
He held the glass steady when my hand shook, and I took a long drink aware of his watchful gaze. After I lowered it, he took a deep drink and then set the glass on the side of the bed. Nudging me back, he crawled in and pulled the blankets around us as he spooned right up to my back. Arms around me, he pressed a kiss to my nape.
“Thank you,” he whispered.
A laugh bubbled up through me. “I’m pretty sure I should be saying that.”
His chuckle teased at me. “You’re welcome, then.” He kept running his nose against my skin. It tickled, and at the same time, it was soothing. Just like his hand on my hip and over my thigh. He’d curled an arm around my shoulders, too, keeping me close.
“This is nice,” I admitted.
“Yeah,” he said, a wondering note there. “It is.”
My eyelids were heavy, but I didn’t quite want to go to sleep. Not while I was floating. I didn’t even know what time it was. I didn’t care except…
“I don’t know if I can sleep over,” I admitted.
“No?” The disappointment in his voice tugged at me. “Jeremy promised you French toast.”
I giggled, then kissed his arm before rubbing my cheek against his biceps. “I know, but I have to work tomorrow, and I have to feed the cats.”
“Call out sick. We can go over early and feed the cats. Then we can spend the day together.”
I groaned, ‘cause that sounded really nice. “I wish I could.”
“You can,” he whispered. “You can totally do it.”
Wiggling, I shifted until he loosened his hold so I could roll over. I slid one leg between his and propped myself against his chest. This was better than nice. We hadn’t turned off the bedroom lights, but they’d dimmed at some point. Archie had reached up and loosened my hair, then ran his fingers through it.
“I can’t,” I told him. “Not this time. But…” I pressed a finger to his lips when he would have complained. “I’ll ask Marsha for Sunday off, since you wanted us all to sleep over tomorrow night.”
He made a face.
“You don’t want me to take Sunday off?”
“No that’s fine, I like that idea, but I have to share you tomorrow night. The guys will all be here. Unless we sneak out of the pool house and come up here.”
I laughed. “Well, I don’t know about that, but I still have to work, and I still have to pick up Mathieu tomorrow.”
His expression shifted.
“Archie, I’m…”
“No,” he said, silencing me with a finger. “We can talk about anything, but not him. Not right now, and not here.”
I nipped his finger.
Then he said, “Please.”
Fine. Mathieu wasn’t important. We could talk about it tomorrow. Honestly, I just wanted to be with Archie right now.
“Okay,” I said, leaning up to press kisses to his jaw. He gathered my hair up in one fist and then pulled me until our mouths could meet. “Okay,” I whispered again between kisses. These weren’t anxious, desperate kisses, but soothing and sweet.
“Sleep for a little while,” Archie said. “I’ll drive you home a little later. I just want to lay here with you. Hold you.”
It was almost impossible to tell him no when he was in this soft, playful mood and we were wrapped together. “Set an alarm?” Otherwise, we’d both end up sleeping all night. “Then we can still wake up together.”
A compromise. Archie kissed the tip of my nose and then nudged me over before he glanced around and then groaned. “Yeah, sec.” He slipped out of the bed and padded, nude over to where he’d left his phone on the dresser. Rising up on one elbow, I watched him go and enjoyed the way the muscles pulled across his ass and legs.
He glanced over at me and smirked. “Happy with your purchase?”
“Umm-hmm.”
With a laugh, he glanced at the phone and then raised his brows.
“Something wrong?”
“No,” he said, swiping the screen. “There we go. Alarm set.” He showed me the phone. It was almost midnight.
It was way later than I thought. He slid back into the bed with me and put the phone on the nightstand.
“I set the alarm for five,” he promised, then kissed my shoulder. “Because I’m going for gold standard boyfriend points. I’ll even buy you Starbuck’s on the way back to your place, since you’re missing French toast.”
I grinned as he turned off the lights and then pulled me back to snuggle against his chest. Drawing a little circle around one of his nipples, I said, “We can always take a nap at my place after I feed the cats and before I go to work.”
“Deal.” Squeezing my shoulder, he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. “You still doing okay?”
I thought about it and then nodded. “Better. I still feel floaty.”
“Good.”
Grinning against his chest, I said, “Though it occurs to me, you’re going to have a hard time topping this date next Friday.”
His chest rumbled under my cheek. “Challenge accepted.”
Then we were both laughing before he dragged me up for another kiss. I didn’t know if I would be able to go to sleep, but curled up around Archie was a great place to be while I figured it out.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Crash
I planned to ride Friday’s floaty high all day Saturday. As promised, Archie’s alarm went off at five, and we both stumbled out of bed. I borrowed a t-shirt and sweatpants rather than putting my dress back on. I had to find my little clutch—I’d left it in the guest room—for my wallet, keys, and phone.
The guys had blown my phone up. There were easily a dozen different messages from each of them. Archie just smirked, and gave me a long, very thorough kiss before we headed out to his car. The space next to his car was empty, but maybe Jeremy had early morning errands. Archie made a face, but he didn’t comment.
On the way back to my place, we got coffee. The cats were vocal in their displeasure at my absence. Luckily—for once I was glad to see it—my mom’s car was not in its spot. She hadn’t been there in days. Jake hadn’t been wrong when he said we were more like roommates.
Once the cats were fed, I ran the trash out—including the bag I’d stuffed under the sink after cleaning the litter box—then sipped my coffee while I sorted my laundry. Technically, I should do it today because chances were I’d be at Archie’s in the morning.
I wrestled with the idea, but Archie tugged me back to my bed and wrapped around me. “Sleep,” he insisted. “At least a couple more hours.”
It wasn’t hard to convince me. It was harder to eel out from under him when I woke up the next time. Lying there, he looked so damn sweet. With morning stubble and disheveled hair, he looked like he belonged sprawled on my pillows. Tiddles seemed to think so, because he’d claimed a spot on his chest while Tory looked up from between his legs, her wide blue eyes inquisitive.
I’d never wanted to move less than I had right then, but I forced my ass up and down the hall to the shower. I was still a little sore and achy this morning. The shower helped, and I settled for some leave-in conditioner and t
oweling my hair. I had time for it to dry before I went to work, and the curls would be better than trying to flatten it today.
Archie’s eyes were open when I walked back into the bedroom. I’d taken panties and a bra with me. He grinned, his eyes still sleepy. “Did you know your bed smells like you?”
“Yours smells like you.”
“But this is nicer,” he said with a wave, then leaned up on an elbow to eye me appreciatively. “You look…wow.”
“I’m not even dressed yet.”
“Exactly. Don’t get dressed, come back to bed instead. Be bad, Frankie, come be bad with me.”
“I was bad with you,” I reminded him.
“Yeah…” Another sigh. “That was good.” The playful side of Archie was always fun. Still, if he kept looking me like that, I’d be in damp panties all day, and I wanted to cling to the floaty feeling.
Moving to the dresser, I pulled out the jeans and uniform shirt for work.
“By the way,” I told him over my shoulder. “I found your hickeys. Very nice.”
One on each of my thighs, just on the inside of them.
His smug smile grew. “I promised you they’d be easy to hide.” Heat flash fired through me at the promise in his eyes.
Compared to Jake and Coop’s presents, these would be easy to hide right up until I was in a suit that night. Speaking of suits, I buttoned the jeans and then searched through my drawers. A black one piece. A deep blue patterned one piece. Where was it? The same shopping trip I’d bought that dress on, I’d found a suit and got it on an impulse. Not that I expected to ever wear it, but it was pretty.
I found it in the bottom of the drawer, tags still on. I pulled it out and studied it. It was perfect for my boobs, the top had a straight neckline, adjustable crisscross spaghetti straps, a strappy, crisscross under-bust band and a double back hook closure. The bottoms cut high on the hips but gave full bottom coverage and when I’d tried it on, I’d actually liked the way it made my ass look.
“That’s new,” Archie commented, eyeing the bikini in my hand.
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