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GENEVIEVE
Idon’t watch Eric walk away, but I hear him. Archer and I are still staring at each other. Tension winds between us, building higher and higher. My breath hitches, and my hand just cups my pussy now, scared to move. My chest heaves with my desire, and my heart races. A warm flush passes through me as I lick my lips, and just like that, the spell is broken.
Archer detonates in a shower of sparks as he steps towards me. I stiffen but don’t back down as he grabs me and slams me back into the kitchen wall, hard enough to make the cupboard doors rattle and some pictures shatter against the floor. My breath explodes out of me as his lips slam onto mine. His tongue spears into my mouth, forcing me to accept him. It’s hard and fast, brutal and bruising. His hand smacks mine away before grabbing it and pulling it from my shorts. Gasping, I watch him pull back, his dark eyes narrowed on me as he lifts my hand between us and sucks my glistening digits clean, tasting my need for him.
I could worship Eric right now, but I don’t have time to think about anyone else as Archer shoves my shorts down and throws them behind him. He rips my shirt off next, leaving me moaning as my nipples tighten in the cold air. Archer kicks open my legs, and I stumble before I use the wall to brace myself for his onslaught. I know I deserve it, know all this teasing and flirting has been leading to this. My breasts beg for his attention, but he ignores them as he slams those licked fingers inside of me. A scream tears from my throat, and my eyes slide closed until his other hand grabs my chin and jerks it up.
“Eyes on me,” he orders. “You’ll watch me make you come. You’ll see who’s giving you pleasure. You’ll look into my eyes as you scream for all of them to hear. I’m going to give them what they want.”
Fuck.
I must say it out loud, because he smirks before twisting his fingers inside me as he strokes me from within. Setting a hard, fast pace, he thrusts them in and out of my cunt, catching his thumb on my clit with each movement. I grind down into his hand wantonly, arching my back as I try to get his attention on my breasts.
“What do you want, Genevieve?” he taunts, running his nose across my face to my ear, where he nips. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to shut up and make me come,” I snap, annoyed by my own submission to him. I’m backed into a wall, quite literally, and he knows it, but two can play this game.
His desire bursts out of him like a whip, carrying me along with the force of it. All of his careful control is gone, and something about the wildness, the bite of his teeth into my lip until I taste blood, has me fighting back. I want to meet him head-on, not let him sweep me away. I don’t want him to hold back. I don’t need him to.
I can take every inch of him.
I kiss him hard, and then I nip his lip until he pulls back with a groan. He presses his forehead to mine as he fucks me with his fingers, driving me higher and higher without touching me anywhere else. I’m just about to free fall, my heart slamming and stomach clenching at the powerful release ready to pull me under, but just as quickly as he filled me with his talented fingers, he pulls them free and steps back. Smirking, he lets me see my cream on his fingers before he sucks them into his mouth and moans.
“You taste so sweet,” he murmurs. “So fucking sweet as you beg me to fuck you.”
I narrow my eyes in anger, and he laughs. “Fuck you—” I start, but he slams me back to the wall. I push him away, so he spins me and grips my hips as he drags my ass out and slams his fingers into me. He fucks me with them as I drag my nails down the wall, moaning deliriously as I push back to take them.
Laughing in my ear, he nips my pounding pulse. “No, love, not yet. Not until you beg for my cock, unable to think past the fact you need it. Not until you need it so badly, it hurts. Not until your cream covers these pretty thighs, my bruises bloom on your skin, and I hear my name on your lips. Not until my fingers and mouth drip with your release.” His husky threat has me moaning louder, reaching for that release. “You’ve been teasing me for far too long, Genevieve, and you are about to realise why that was a bad idea.” Pulling free of my clinging cunt once more, he leaves me there, sagging, panting, and annoyed. I spin to confront him, but it’s exactly what he wants. His lips crush against mine.
His thumb starts flicking my clit in a slow and steady rhythm. It’s not enough to get me off, but it’s enough to make me wild with the need to come. Locking my leg around his hip, I hoist myself up and grind into his hand. My own hands grab his shoulders for leverage as I lean down and bite the muscles there. He groans into my mouth, and his control slips a little. It’s as if we are both racing to see who will give in first, but here’s the thing about surrender—sometimes, it’s ever so sweet and gets you what you want, like right now.
“Beg,” he snarls against my lips.
“Make me come,” I murmur as our ragged breathing mixes. “Prove you can, prove you’re not all talk.”
Growling, he grabs my throat and slams my head back as he thrusts three fingers into me, curling them and stroking along that spot. Two thrusts, and he sends me over the edge, screaming into an orgasm, one that makes my legs give out.
He catches me and watches the emotions cross my face, male satisfaction pouring from him as I writhe with my release that’s almost too much to take. When the ebb and flow of the release finally subsides, he pulls his fingers free of my milking pussy, his expression far too fucking smug for my liking.
Yeah, that’s not happening. Not only do I know Archer needs someone to push him, but he needs someone he can release that careful, pent-up control on. This almost cool distance is not fucking happening. Not when he just gave me the strongest orgasm of my life.
Pushing from the wall, I stroll to him on shaky legs. When I reach him, I drop my head and suck his fingers clean. His eyes narrow, and I can hear his heart pound as I lick his fingers before releasing them. I clean the rest of the cream from my lips. “I taste even better than you.”
Sliding my hand up his arm and down his chest, I cup his hard cock through his joggers, making him inhale, and his eyes slide shut for a moment.
I tighten my hold with a smirk of my own. “But that could have been a fluke. After all, Eric got me all riled up. I think we need to make sure, don’t you?”
His eyes slam open as I drop to my knees, but before I can slide his delicious hard length free, he grips my hair and drags me back to my feet. “You never know when to stop,” he snarls.
“No, I don’t.” I grin, twisting my head to make it hurt, and he watches with a groan.
With a curse, he reaches down to grip my arse and hoists me up. Laughing, I let him carry me to the table. He practically throws me down on the wooden surface as his lips come back down on mine. But yet again, he’s in charge, and I don’t want that, so I lift my leg between us and press my foot to his chest, kicking him back. He stumbles away, his eyes wide and breathing ragged as I hop off the table and stalk him.
He stills as he watches me move.
When I reach him, I press my hand into the middle of his thundering chest and push him. I keep pushing until his back hits the wall, and then, with a mocking grin that makes him bare his teeth, I push my hand into his joggers and wrap my hand around his throbbing cock. His eyes slide closed again, and his head hits the wall as I work him with my hand. While he’s distracted, I grab the scissors next to us and quickly cut away his shirt before he realises what’s happening. He snarls at the sudden rush of cold air, opening his eyes to watch it fall open, but I drop to my knees again before he can react. Pushing down his joggers, I instantly take his cock into my mouth so he can’t try to rein in control again.
His hands clench at his sides as I swallow him whole before pulling back and licking up and down his cock, tasting his pre-cum as I wiggle in my own need. I want to drive him as crazy as he drives me, though judging by the look in his eyes, he’s already there. Archer is more animal than man, his lips twisted in a snarl, his eyes dark and hungry.
