He sets the list on the dresser, and he walks over toward me. He moves so he’s on top of me, still careful to avoid my ankle, and he gently drives his hips against me.
“God, Archer, you’re so hard,” I murmur.
His eyes focus down on mine. “This is what you do to me.” His voice is low and raspy with an edge of desperation to it. “God, I want to fuck you.”
“Do it,” I say, goading him on. I tilt up and press my lips to his neck, and he lets out a low groan. I do my best to shift my hips against his.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Is this okay?”
I nod. “Please,” I beg. I need this connection, need him inside me, need him surrounding me like I need to breathe.
He makes quick work of pulling his cock out and doesn’t bother with pulling my panties off, instead opting to pull them to the side and slide right into me. There’s no foreplay, no warming up, just bare skin sliding through me.
Holy shit. He feels so good.
He moves in and out of me, slow and steady, and my pussy clamps greedily on, not wanting to let go. I pull my tits over the cups of my bra and over the top of my dress. He bends down and sucks one between his lips, still driving slowly into me, making me crazy as the need for friction bears down on me. I wrap my legs around him, and my ankle twinges a little, but the pleasure he’s delivering is overpowering the pain.
He lets go of my tit to look me in the eyes. His voice is gentle when he asks, “You okay?”
I nod as I snag my lip between my teeth, and he moves a little harder, a little faster.
“Your cunt is hungry today,” he murmurs. “You feel so goddamn good, Millie. Shit, I’m—fuck.” He pushes inas deep as he can, and God, I love it when he goes deep, which I make clear to him as I cry out.
“Yes, Archer! God, yes, go deep! Faster!” I claw at his back as he picks up the pace.
“Every inch of you belongs to me for the next month,” he growls, and those are the words that set me on fire. My body starts to tighten everywhere as he thrusts inside me, and I let go as he hammers into me over and over.
I cry out his name as my climax hits me hard, and it’s somewhere in the middle of it that he pulls out of me, grips his cock in his fist, pushes my dress up, and aims the head at my stomach. He pumps himself a few times before his release plows into him. Hot white streams of cum land all over my stomach as he lets go just as I regain control of my own body again. I feel warm all over, but watching his face as he comes is as addictive as he said watching me was.
God, he’s sexy. It’s not just the calves. He’s clenching his jaw as the cum spurts out of him, mumbling dirty words and filthy promises that I can’t wait for him to make good on.
We have our differences, sure. We’re both certain this won’t—can’t—last past this month.
But my God, what a good month it’s going to be.
CHAPTER 19: Archer Bradley
You Have a Lot to Learn
I shouldn’t have done that. I should have carried her up to my room and gotten a condom.
The heat of the moment got the best of me, I guess, and now a quiet fear plants itself as a knot in my stomach.
Millie already told me sheisn’ton the pill. She said the timing should be fine, but we didn’t want to risk it the other night. I’m not sure why today, when I haven’t had a drop of alcohol, it was fine, but when we were both a few drinks in, we knew it was a bad idea.
Maybe I’m more rational when I’m drunk. Maybe I’m a little drunk on Millie Monroe.
Fuck it all, she’s gorgeous and fun to be around. Even bickering with her is fun, and she has the power to keep my mind off the fact that I’m missing forty games while we hang out for the next month. She’s making it easy for me. It’s just sex for both of us, and there’s somethinginherently sexy about that. We can do what we want without consequences.
This is a learning experience. A chance to grow. A chance to try new things with someone who’s willing, able, and hot as fuck.
Once I help her to the restroom and back and we’re both dressed, she grabs her phone.
I don’t know why it bothers me as much as it does. It’s not like I have anything else planned for the moment, but I guess I just wanted a few quiet moments together after we just fucked with nothing between us.
Maybe to talk about things. Maybe to make myself feel a little better about what just happened. To get her reassurance that it’s all fine.
But she turned to her phone…as usual.
