by Dark, Raven
“Rules?”
He took a swig of cola. “Well. For starters, birth control. I’ve been tested, and I’m clean, but do you need me to use protection?”
“No.” Gwen gulped, unable to tamp down her nervousness. She couldn’t imagine it would ever be easy for her to talk about this kind of thing. “I’m clean too. And I’m on the pill.”
He nodded. Leaning into her, he pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and a smirk played with his lips. When he spoke, his voice was husky. “Tell me do you want me to do to you.”
She licked her lips, heart battering her chest. “Archer, I wouldn’t know where to begin. I don’t really know anything about positions and stuff.”
He chuckled. “Not what I meant. I’m capable of deciding how I want you, thanks.”
Her skin burned, mortification filling her. “Oh.” How he wanted her. Oh, fuck. “What do you mean, then?”
“I meant, in scene, or out?”
“Oh.” It would have been so much easier if he hadn’t asked, if he’d just done what he wanted.
Her mind screamed at her to tell him she wanted him to take her as a Dom, but when she tried to say the words, they froze in her throat.
“I… which do you prefer?”
Archer set his cola down and sat so that he faced her, moving so close his frame pressed against her side. His voice rumbled above her, deep and soft. “I don’t often offer the choice, Gwen.” His finger traced the shell of her ear, sending tingles across her skin. Then his mouth brushed her ear. “Choose, or I’ll do it for you.”
Her breathing filled her ears, tremors raking over her frame at his touch. She tilted her head, giving his mouth access to whatever he wanted.
Christ. This was it. Very soon, she’d be in Archer’s bed, with him doing who knew what crazy things to her. And no matter her answer now, tomorrow morning, things would never be the same between them again. There was no going back. Was she ready for that?
“I… in scene, please. I’m dying to fully submit to you.” The words came out shaky, and embarrassment flooded her. Why couldn’t she just relax, be confident around him?
A carnal sound rumbled from him. Archer ran his lips along her cheek toward her mouth, gradually getting closer. Her lips parted, burning for him.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. Sir.” Oh, god, yes.
His fingers caressed her other cheek, running along her jaw. His mouth drew close to hers and she panted, waiting for his hungry kiss. Instead, he nibbled his way down to her chin, so close.
“What’s your safeword, Gwen?”
“Red,” she panted.
“Good girl.”
His fingers worked to free the buttons on her blouse. She clutched at his arms, his shoulders, loving the way the muscles bunched and rippled under her hands. His fingers traced her collarbone, running along her throat. Her nipples hardened, begging to be touched.
“I thought you were going to take me?”
“I am. But I’m still going to enjoy you the way I like. And, if you want this as a scene, then you’re forgetting something.” His tongue darted along and round her ear.
“Sir.” Her whole body buzzed from his closeness, heart pounding with his drugged touch. Her mouth watered for just a taste, just one lick of his tongue, one swipe of his lips.
“Nice.” He bit her ear, and she gasped, clutching his shirt. “Now come here and give me your mouth.”
Archer’s fingers took her chin, and before she could react, his head bent and his mouth seared hers.
14
Rough
If the way Archer kissed was any indication, she was in for a hell of a ride.
There was nothing gentle in his kiss. Even the way his tongue prowled inside her mouth, slow and sensual, carried an air of possessive danger.
Archer’s hand cupped her nape, trapping her head where he wanted. She let her tongue stroke and roll over his, tasting his masculinity, laced with a hint of sweetness from the cola. His kiss called to her to surrender fully to him, to let herself go.
By the time he lifted his head, she was panting. He leaned back on the couch. “Come here. Straddle me.”
Gwen swallowed, but obeyed, straddling his lap. Leaning back, hands on his chest. She stared at him, trying to get accustomed to such an intimate position. His powerful thighs rubbed against hers, and Archer shifted his hips. His hardness pressed against her core and the quiet need there heightened to an ache.
“Look at what you do to me.” Was there a hint of scolding in his voice? He took her hips, grinding her against him.
She bit her lip. Loving the feel of him, the way the curve of his hardness rubbed just right against the middle of her core.
Slowly, he undid the remaining buttons on her blouse, then slid his big hands beneath it, down over the curve of her generous hips and up over the middle of her back to her breasts.
“Fucking look at you, so damn sexy.” He shoved the blouse off her shoulders and cupped her breasts in his palms, massaging them until they swelled and ached, nipples peaking against the cups of her bra.
The praise went straight to her pussy, making her heart buoy. Archer liked the way she looked.
He leaned up, pulling off of her blouse, seeming not to notice or care about the untoned softness of her upper arms, something she’d always tried to hide with long shirts. He tossed the blouse on the floor with a flick of his wrist. Her bra followed. His palms enveloped her breasts, heating the skin. A deep rumble left him.
“Next time, don’t wear such a nice blouse.”
“What? Why?”
“Because, I’m gonna rip it off you before I fuck you.” Archer dipped his head and drew one nipple into his mouth. The heat and wetness of his tongue speared her with need.
A grin pulled at her lips. Right, he’d promised to… oh, god. Her core throbbed at the thought of what he’d do to her. How he might force her into his bed and have his way with her.
He didn’t go easy on her. Hands cupping her shoulders from behind, he sucked hard on her nipple, nibbling the taunt peak until it was almost too sensitive. His tongue flicked and swirled. Gwen released a gasp, squirming into him. Pleasure-pain sharpened to a nearly unbearable point.
“Archer. Oh, god, Archer that’s…” She ploughed her hands through his hair and cried out when he bit a little harder.
At last he stopped, looking up at her. “Take your hair down and undo your pants.”
Gwen couldn’t have refused him. Everything in her screamed to please him. His attention, the way he looked at her, like she was perfection personified, made her feel incredibly powerful. No man had ever looked at soft, mousy Gwen Stanton like this before. The heady desire, in his case all focused on her, made her feel beautiful for the first time in her life.
Hands shaking, she pulled her bun free and let it unwind down her back. Archer ran his hands through it with an appreciative smile.
“Now the pants.”
Her stomach tightened. What if he thought her ass was too big, her hips too wide? Normally her curves didn’t bother her, but this was Archer Drake.
“Now, Gwen.”
She fumbled her button and fly open.
“Off your hips.” When she didn’t, his eyes hardened. Gwen pushed them and her panties slowly from her waist, as far down her hips as she could go while straddling him. Part of her wished he’d taken them down himself, yet having him make her do it filled her with a whole other kind of heat. He had to see how difficult it was, and she like that he pushed her.
“Good girl. Open for me.” He tapped her knees until she slid them further apart. “Nice.” He slid one hand between her legs and his fingers glided slowly though her already slick folds.
Gwen bit her tongue and put her head back, gripping his shoulders, pure pleasure lancing through her. Any trace of self consciousness quickly vanished under the ripples of pleasure coursing through her.
“Look at how wet you are. You need fucking.” One finger stroked slowly
along her need, curling over her mound, then circled her already aching clit. She squirmed, trying to rub against his hand, but he withdrew it just enough. “Nope. Not yet.”
“Please, more…”
“Excuse me?” He stopped, on hand fisting her hair. The sudden aggression intensified the ache.
“Sir, please don’t stop.”
Archer grinned. “Just for that.” He lifted her off his lap and stood up. “Come with me.”
Gwen almost groaned. She removed her pants at his command, then he took her hand and led her across the room to the small bathroom.
Damn it, he was really going to drag this out, wasn’t he?
When Gwen stood before him in his bathroom a few minutes later, naked in all her glory, Archer nearly groaned. He’d had her undress for his view, slipping off her panties and socks, and now he had to fight everything in him not to shove her against the closed door of the bathroom and pound himself to release inside her right then.
Archer swallowed, folding his arms and leaning against the counter to keep from touching that luscious pussy.
“Turn around.”
Her whole face went wonderfully pink. “Why, Sir?”
“Because I want to see your ass. Don’t argue.” He made a circling motion with his finger.
She rolled her eyes, looking like he’d told her to bare some horrible mole on her back. Gwen turned around.
Archer’s mouth went dry, staring. Her ass was perfect, smooth, heart-shaped, more than enough to fill his hands, and with lots of skin to turn red.
He pressed himself against her, running his palm over one perfect globe. She shivered against his touch, tensing a little. How the hell could she be so self conscious?
“Such a gorgeous ass.” His cock turned to steel. He slid his hand around to her throat.
A shaky sound left her and she wriggled against him. He grinned against her ear. The pulse point in her neck jumped against his hand. He cradled her throat from behind and pressed his cock into the crack of her ass. An odd tension coiled in her frame.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, Sir, I’m just cold.”
“Don’t lie to me, Gwen.” He nipped her ear. “What’s wrong?”
“I… I just don’t like my ass, Sir.”
“What is it with women and their asses?” He slid his arms around her. “Too bad, I love it.” He dropped a kiss on her shoulder, then went to the shower and turned it on. “Get in.”
When she’d gotten in the shower, he stripped quickly, and stepped in with her. Damn. He was hard as a rock, almost to the point of pain.
“Here, turn around.”
“You just want to see my ass again.”
“So what if I do?” He positioned her where he wanted her, washing her hair with the detachable head of the shower, then doing the same for himself. After, he soaped her up, massaging her breasts, running the soap over her stomach, her waist, her ass. Stroking it over her pussy until she squirmed against his slick touch.
“Like that?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He spun her, fisted her hair in both his hands and kissed her, tonguing her mouth hard, letting her know her mouth was his. When he broke the kiss, she stared up at him, breathing quick and shallow.
The adoration in her eyes made him harder. He handed her the soap with a smirk. Waiting, she took it, her smile trembling, but a lot less embarrassed. Biting her lip, her fingers tentatively circled his cock. The heat of her palm seared him to his soul.
“Mmm.” He bit his cheek as she stroked his cock slowly, cautiously. Then she stopped, soaped up her hands, running them over his chest, his shoulders, massaging the muscles in his arms, his abs.
“You’re forgetting a spot.” He drew her hand slowly around his cock again. Her fingers trembled and he heard her breath catch as he made her stroke up and down his length. The slickness of the soap intensified the pleasure each stroke of her hot palm sent through him.
He wanted to shove her to her knees and feel her taking him in her mouth, but instead, he drew her against him, running his hands over her back, her hips. He ran his mouth along the line of her shoulders, licking and sucking her neck until she gasped his name.
“Am I doing this right?” Her hand slid up and down, squeezing like he showed her, easing up, then squeezing again.
The need to please him warmed his heart, made him want to make this night perfect for her. Archer groaned into her neck. “You have no idea. Your hands feel so good. Squeeze harder.”
Her hand tightened, sliding down, then up.
“Fuck, Gwen.” He pressed her to him, sucking the pulse point in her neck. He pushed against her hand. She squirmed, putting her head back, her other hand gripping his shoulder. “I can’t wait to bury my cock inside you.”
“God, Archer…”
He made a warning sound in her rear. “Pardon?” He let his tongue dart in and around her ear, loving the way her breath caught, the way she rubbed against him and squeezed his cock harder.
“I mean Sir.”
“Good girl.” He pushed her hand from his cock and rinsed off the soap. “Come here.” He turned her, shoving her to the back wall of the shower. Her eyes widened.
“Oh, the things I’m gonna do to you.” He took her face in his hands and devoured her mouth.
Gwen put her head back and opened for him, kissing him back far more boldly than she had before. Archer fisted her hair and yanked her head back, worked his mouth down along her throat, along her collar bone. He shoved one hand between them, slipping his fingers over her slick pussy, teasing the hardened bud of her clit until she gripped his head and ground into his touch.
“Good?”
She nodded.
He lifted his head. “I want to hear you say it. Tell me what I make you feel.”
Oh, god. He had to make her say it. How did he know just how to make her submit to him? The way he commanded her, she wanted to surrender to him mind, body and soul.
“Can’t you tell, Sir?”
His grip on her hair tightened. “Do you want me to tan your ass?”
Her heart thudded wildly at his threat, yet her pussy clenched for the sting of his palm across her backside, or her face.
Holy shit, how did he make the thought of him hitting her so hot?
“No, Sir.” She didn’t, not if it meant he would delay taking her.
Archer pinned one hand against the wall above her head, slipping one finger from his other hand into her, stretching her. He slid his finger out, up over her mound, then back down and inside, alternating between soft and hard strokes. “Then tell me what I do to you.”
She closed her eyes and ground harder into him. “You drive me crazy.”
“Is that all?” He slid two fingers slowly in and out and Gwen dropped her head against the wall. She panted and rocked into him.
“You make me feel beautiful, Sir.”
His scowl made her muscles coil. “What is that? You are beautiful, Gwen.” He pushed her legs apart and shoved his fingers into her, a single hard thrust that sent a bolt of pleasure straight through her. She whimpered and her body shuddered.
“Sir…”
Archer’s hand released hers and slid around her throat. His mouth covered her ear. “You are beautiful, and if I ever hear you say otherwise, I’ll bend you over my knee. Got it?”
Oh, fuck. A rush of adrenaline filled her at the sheer power he held over her, and her core clenched around his fingers. She swallowed hard. “Y…Yes Sir.”
His hand released hers and slid over her throat. Pinning her against the wall. “What do you want me to do to you, Gwen?”
Closing her eyes, she struggled for the right words, but they wouldn’t come. Everything that came to mind sounded silly or lame. “Sir, please.”
“Please what?” He slid his fingers out of her, stopped touching her, all except his hand on her throat. “Tell me what you want.”
“I need you, Sir.”
He released her t
hroat, only to let both his palms slide down to her thighs. Eyes never leaving hers, he lifted her onto his hips with a growl. Gwen gave a surprised gasp and slid her arms around his neck.
“Wow.” She stared down at him in wonder. How did he lift her, holding her on his hips so easily?
The muscles in Archer’s face tightened and he slid slowly into her, filling her. Pure heat and pleasure lanced through her. Gwen dropped her head back when he slid out, then pushed back in. A single firm, possessive thrust.
“Look at me, Gwen.” She opened her eyes, and his gaze locked with hers. “Lean back against the wall. Let me do the work.” Another strong thrust.
When she leaned back, steadying herself with her hands on his shoulders, his arms cupped her knees, spreading her wider for him. Archer’s hips thrust up, slamming into her.
Her eyes rolled up and she bit back a cry. The cool wall of the shower rubbed against her back, the moisture of the water slicking her already sensitive skin. She whimpered and rocked her hips instinctively into him.
No one ever made her feel like this. Not even close. Most of her life, she’d sequestered herself away from the world, preferring to be alone where she couldn’t say anything stupid or embarrass herself.
“Don’t look away, Gwen. I want to see you while I’m inside you.” He slid out, then pounded back in. “So fucking hot.” When she met his gaze, he did it again. “You know you’re all mine, don’t you?”
“God yes, Sir.”
“That’s what I like to hear. Say it again.”
“I’m yours, Sir.”
His thrusts quickened, a brutal, greedy rhythm.
Gwen cried out, panting his name.
“Shit. I’ll never get enough of you. You’re gonna sleep like the dead tonight, woman. If I let you sleep.”
The implication in his words ripped away the last of her resolve. Stripped beyond any thought of shyness, she braced herself on his shoulders and bucked against him, riding the wave of her approaching release. “Oh my god… shit…”