“You suck my cock good,” he said, curling his fingers until they were netted in her mussed hair.
He hissed through his gritted teeth and drove his head forward, forcing her skull to work with his rhythm. After another curse, Archer exhaled and pulled her away with a great force that made her fall to her back.
Taking his chance, he pushed her up the bed, and his whole body landed on top of hers. “Open wide,” he said with one hand around his cock.
Nya opened her arms and her legs, presenting all of herself to him, showing every vulnerable corner of herself. Urging himself into the crease of her body, he met some resistance. “Relax, Squirm,” he said, licking her lip and kissing her deep. “You’re so tight, baby, you feel so fucking good.”
Pushing further, he made her take more of him. Grasping for his hips, Nya closed her knees around him. “You feel fucking huge,” she said, probably because he hadn’t spent much time doing anything to prepare her.
The intimate sting made her wince, but when his male pride made him smile, she almost laughed, which helped to relax and entice her.
“All that blood I’ve been saving up for you, Sweets,” he said. “I’m ready to fucking explode. I need to fuck you.” Driving his hips forward, he made her hiss. “Do you feel good?”
“Mm hmm,” she said, not managing to form words because that last plunge had made her body flood. Oh, yes, she felt so damn good with him right where he was.
“You missed this? You missed my dick?”
That was an understatement and reminded her of how lucky she was to be here, under him, in his bed again. Nya couldn’t say no, not that she would ever deny how much she wanted him. It would be impossible to hide it. Especially in a moment like this when her hips were undulating, massaging her loosening muscles with the girth of his shaft, one increment at a time.
Archer licked his fingers and levered up enough that he could rub her clit in speedy circles. There was something enthralling about his dual focus. His fingers rubbed her most sensitive spot as his engorged cock was stretching her insides with every throbbing thrust.
“Don’t make me wait,” he murmured. “Tell me to fuck you.”
If he was playing a game, she was happy to be his prey, and ready to be screwed. “Fuck me, Arch,” she breathed.
“I don’t believe you want it,” he said, slowing the circles that he was drawing around her swollen nub. “Make me believe that you want it.”
Now she wasn’t playing. “Fuck me, Arch!” Driving her own hips upward, she did her best to fuck herself from beneath him, but the sensation was nothing to what it would be like if he took control. “Stop fucking playing with me, you dick!”
“My girl knows what she wants,” he said and pulled back to slam into her.
Nya liked this rhythm, the long, fast bursts of energy. He was managing to fuck her while still playing with her clit. Spearing himself into her in sporadic, intrusive plunges that pushed air out of her body in a yelp.
Wanting more of him, Nya stroked her hands down her body and crunched up to reach between them to fondle his balls. “You want what’s in there?” he asked, dipping to kiss her. “You want me to fill up your pussy with my hot spunk, is that what you want?”
“Mm hmm,” she panted.
“Then open those legs wider for me, sweetheart,” he said and she did exactly what she was told.
He grabbed her inner thighs and pulled them even higher, forcing them so far apart that her thigh muscles burned. But as soon as his thick shaft propelled in deep, she forgot about that pain and yelped.
“That’s what I wanna hear,” he groaned. “Again.” He pulled out and slammed into her and once again, she shrieked. “Again!” Repeating four more times, Nya was on the cusp of release, but on that last advance he held himself in deep and circled his hips to stretch her passage even more. “Right at home in my own private pussy. Got me a snug little home… I like it. Mine. All mine.”
“All yours,” she panted, writhing between him and the mattress. “You’re teasing me.”
“Reminding you,” he answered. “You’re gonna remember how to bow down and take my dick hard, I think you forgot, Squirm. My dick’s got an appetite and your pussy’s hungry… Beg for it.”
His hips were still rolling, driving her insane.
“Fuck me, Archer, please! I need your cock! I need you to come inside me! God, I’m so wet for you! Can’t you feel how much I want you? I need your dick so bad!”
“Maybe I don’t wanna give it,” he said, pulling back.
Quickly, Nya locked her legs around his hips. “No, please, please! Please, Archer!” He had started this, but he’d teased and toyed, leaving her panting and sweating and eager. “Do you want my mouth?” she asked. “You want to fuck my face and fill my belly? You want to wrap your dick in my tits, squeeze you in the soft space you love?”
Archer bowed low to whisper in her ear. “Offer me your ass,” he said, so quiet and when he lifted again, her eyes popped open.
“You want my asshole?” she asked, not sure if it was an offer or a question. “You’re so big. I… my pussy can’t take you. You’d rip my ass in half.”
“Would you give it to me if I wanted it?”
Maybe it was the frenzy of the moment and the deluge of hormones coursing through her, but she nodded because there was something so hot about the idea of giving him that ultimate control. “Yes,” she said. “I’ll let you fuck my ass. Anything to keep your cock happy.”
His smile was slow and showed a satisfaction so sinister, that anxiety surged up. He might actually pull out and flip her over to try and force himself into her ass. Although she’d said it aloud and the idea was hot as hell, she didn’t know if she’d be able to handle the reality.
“My dick’s at home right here,” he said, undulating his hips to caress her pussy with his dick. Relief made her grin. “I’m gonna fuck you hard, fast, and dirty. I wanna hear you, Squirm, understand? I want you to make those lungs of yours burn. You’re gonna tell me you love me. You’re gonna tell me how bad you want me and you’re gonna scream ‘til you can’t breathe.”
From the first time they’d had sex she’d loved taking orders from him. These commands fitted her perfect, she’d never been able to contain herself or her volume when she was in bed with him.
Archer pulled all the way out. “Now, what is it you want?”
“I want your dick. I want you to fuck me.”
Flicking her clit, he let just the tip of his finger dance right on the swollen apex. “I don’t hear you, Squirm.”
“Fuck me! I want you to own my pussy, claim it. Burn me with your spunk, deep inside, where no other man has ever been.” Because she’d never had a man as well-endowed as he was.
Pushing her legs down, he snatched a pillow and stuffed it beneath her pelvis, giving himself a better view of her. “Beautiful,” he said. “And it belongs to me.”
“Yes.”
“All of you belongs to me.”
“Yes!” she cried, tilting her hips when the tip of his dick met her opening. “Yes! Now, please! Archer, fuck me!”
In an expert maneuver, he surged forward, spearing himself all the way inside her in one slick move that made her yelp with both pleasure and pain. But he wasn’t done. He moved out and in, propelling himself fast, he set his hands on the bed, keeping his arms straight as his hips worked, Archer watched every nuance of her expression.
“I don’t hear you, Squirm,” he growled.
She’d been holding her breath, but released it now in one sharp puff. “Oh, God, Archer, it’s too much! It’s too good! You’re too good! It’s too big! God, it feels like you’re touching every part of me! Your cock is amazing! I love you! Oh, God, I love you! I love your dick! I love when you do this to me! I love it when you fuck me hard! Fuck me!”
She screamed and probably said those last two words again twenty times in a row.
Bowing, he bit her nipple and the piercing sensation made her throw he
r head back and scream loud. Driving her hands into her hair, she scrunched her locks before letting her palms sink onto her breasts to caress the nipple Archer had just moistened with his tongue.
“Louder, Ny,” he breathed in a long exhale.
He loved it when she made noise for him, loved it when she screamed, and when she dropped her chin to make eye contact, he somehow touched her soul and took her to an orgasm. Her scream was louder, shorter and panted, but desperate to please him.
Writhing, yelping, and squealing every time the head of his dick hit her inner limit, his base was so thick that her threshold burned with the intensity of accepting him. But her juices aided the invasion, eager for him to go faster, farther, aching for more.
Pumping himself hard, the impact of his pelvis on hers came faster and faster. The slap of flesh got louder, but was hidden by the desperation in the way she called for him.
“Yes!” she screamed. “God, Archer! Yes! Fuck me!”
“You want me to come inside you?”
Barely letting him finish his question, she called out. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Come inside me, please!” Nya grit her teeth and with all her energy she pushed up, forcing their hips to hit harder, deeper.
“Scream for me,” he said, grabbing her chin to stop her head from rocking side to side, he fixed their eyes on each other. “Scream for me, Nya, make me come. You know what I need.”
“Yes!” she screamed. “Yes!”
With their eyes married, she took in a deep breath and held it for half a beat and then released it with every scrap of energy left in her. She emptied her lungs in a long, orgasmic shriek that forced his dick into her one last time. Pushing in hard, he swore silently and moved back to pump another couple of short thrusts that ensured he’d emptied all his seed inside her.
Then with their bodies still locked together, he dropped down on top of her, boneless, satisfied, but not nearly as happy as she was. Nya couldn’t believe it was possible for anyone to feel better than she did right now.
“God,” she said, running her fingers into his hair. “That was fucking incredible, Arch.”
“Yeah?” he asked, toying with a nipple, he lifted his head to look her in the eye. “You think your buddy Tag liked the show?”
On a gasp, her head shot to the side, the bedroom door had been left open! The bathroom door was closed, but there was no way after making that amount of noise that Tag hadn’t known what they were doing.
“My God,” she said, hitting his shoulder. “You did that on purpose, all that ‘scream for me’ shit.”
“I always tell you to scream,” he said, rolling onto his back. But his hands went to the back of his head and he was far too smug for her to believe his actions had been standard behavior.
Gritting her teeth, Nya hissed and sat up, but he put an arm around her waist. “Archer!”
“Don’t act pissed, you loved it. Besides, after all the crap that guy’s put you through and all the shit I’ve done for him in your name, I deserve a little payback, don’t you think? Now he knows exactly who you belong to.”
Wandering from Archer’s bedroom, Nya took slow steps. Yawning and trying to shed the haze of sleep, she didn’t have to look far for her man. The lack of sound in the apartment didn’t worry her. She found him exactly where she expected to, standing at the back of the couch watching one of the twenty-four-hour news channels with the subtitles streaming along the bottom of the screen.
Going to him, she put both arms around his waist to sink her hands into his grey sweatpants. She stroked one palm down his length and then the other, awakening his dick from its rest.
“Come back to bed, Fella,” she purred, rubbing her face on his back and kissing his spine.
“I thought you’d be hungry,” he said.
His arms were folded across his chest and he held the remote upright in his fist. She couldn’t see it now because of her position behind him, but the thick muscles in his arms hadn’t twitched although his dick was now under her control.
For him, he meant food, but that wasn’t what was on her mind. “I am hungry,” she said, massaging her cheek on his hard body. She kissed him, then licked the spot she’d kissed. “I thought you were gonna sleep with me.” He didn’t say anything. “You smell good.”
He smelled showered, which meant he and Tag had to have had some kind of interaction after she’d fallen asleep because she doubted Archer would’ve gone down the stairs to use her shower and left her alone up here with her friend.
The sound of the remote hitting the couch came just a fraction of a second before his arm snaked around to grope her hip. “Are you naked?” he asked.
“Mm hmm,” she said, relenting some of her weight so she could rub her alert breasts on his bare back, just to emphasize her state of undress. His cock was already rock-hard though, she didn’t need to worry about enticing him into action.
“Yeah, I felt those,” he said and took one of her wrists out of his pants to pull her around to his side so he could check out her body. But he wasn’t doing it out of a need to admire her. He was scowling. “What the fuck are you doing walking around naked when there’s another guy in the apartment? You know the fucking rules.”
“Don’t get angry at me,” she said. “What does it matter? He’s chained up. I only came out here to bring you back to bed.”
“You said you were hungry.” Archer drew the pad of his thumb along the line of her cheekbone. “Derren was held up by business, he’s bringing food back for everyone.”
“Derren’s on his way?” she asked.
Cupping a breast, she circled her own nipple and coiled her fingers around his dick again with the hand she still had in his pants. Mirroring the move on the head of his dick, she tipped closer. “I thought we might get some alone time.”
“What about food?”
His eyes were fixated on the breast she was playing with, and when he couldn’t resist anymore, he copied the action on the second, making his dick pulse in her hand.
“Are you hungry?” she murmured, inching closer.
“I thought you were worried about your buddy listening in.”
She pressed herself against him. “I can be quiet,” she whispered.
Except Nya immediately contradicted herself with a whoop when he grabbed her arm to yank her into the space between his hips and the back of the couch.
Bending her over, he stroked her bare ass. “You know the rules, Squirm.” Pushing his pelvis into her, he grinded his erection into the cleft of her butt. “You’re not allowed to spend the night. Still want me to fuck you?”
“Do we have time?” she breathed, already feeling her heart rate rise.
He squeezed a hand between them and corkscrewed two fingers into her pussy, relaxing her inner muscles as he massaged and widened her in preparation for his entry. “If you’re willing to take it hard right here.”
Easing back, the cotton of his sweats disappeared before he plunged into her. Nya gasped when he took a handful of her hair and turned her head up. “You better not be reading that fucking screen,” she panted.
A whisper of a laugh drifted through the air. He stroked her back and held her hips. “What I got here is breaking news,” he said. “Hold your breath, horny one, there’s not a chance in hell you’ll keep quiet.”
As if testing her, he followed through, fucking her so hard that the couch scraped forward, hitting the coffee table. But that didn’t slow Archer or the progress of the furniture. The coffee table jolted forward and the strength of his powerful thrusts kept moving everything until the table was flush against the wall with the couch abutting it.
Nya only saw what was happening because his fist was still in her hair and the impact of his invasion grew when the furniture stopped moving. It didn’t take long for her eyes to blur as orgasm rushed over her.
Archer wasn’t done. He pulled back, bobbing the head of his cock in and out of her a few times, and just when she began to languish in the calming but rousing moti
on, he plunged in hard and didn’t stop until he’d emptied himself inside of her and pulled her upright.
Spinning her around, Archer gave her no space, and kept her hips pinned to the back of the couch although they faced each other now. “Does that feel better, Squirm?” he asked, accepting his kiss when she tugged on his neck to pull him down.
“This is what I missed the most,” she admitted. “Just being with you. Just being us, it’s so easy.”
“Yeah, it is.” They were in the midst of a slow tongue kiss when she heard the scrape of a key entering the lock on the front door. Archer gave her a shove towards the bedroom. “Go quick,” he said.
She didn’t hesitate to run away from him back to the bedroom. Just as she got there, the front door opened. Nya didn’t hear what the men were saying, just the low murmurs of their voices, although she did hear them moving the furniture back to where it used to be.
fourteen
Much as she didn’t want to advertise the details of their sex life, she really didn’t mind that Derren knew they were together again. Nya flung on her clothes and tossed her hair up in a messy bun using a tie from her purse. Wiping away the smudges of makeup from beneath her eyes, she left the bedroom again, aware that she’d be reeking of their unions as she hadn’t had an interlude in the shower as Archer had.
When she emerged from the end of the hallway, Archer was standing at the end of the dining table with his back to her and a bunch of Chinese food sacks in front of him. Derren was seated and he wasn’t the only one. Ester was seated opposite him, though as soon as the woman saw her, she jumped to her feet.
“Oh, my daughter!” Ester said, rushing over to hug her. When she pulled back to hold Nya’s arms, Ester’s smile was saucy. “Someone’s had fun tonight.” Great, so Nya knew now she’d been right that the smell of sweat and sex lingered on her skin. “Come over and eat.”
Ester tried to pull Nya toward the table, but Nya glanced back at the bathroom. Ester let go, too preoccupied with heading to the kitchen to notice what Nya was focused on. Tag was still in there as far as she knew, and she hadn’t seen him all afternoon. It wasn’t right that he should be left in there alone.
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