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I close my lips around his shaft and hollow out my cheeks, then placing my hand on his hip, I use my leverage to push myself up and lower myself back down. My hips move at the same time, riding Archer’s hand when his passive touch isn’t nearly enough to keep me sated. I match pace with my mouth, unsheathing my teeth when need burns hot in my blood.
And the moment Archer wakes, the very second that consciousness comes to him, I double down and suck until he growls.
He shoves up tall in bed, grabbing my hair with his free hand, but when I keep going, his fingers pump to bring me along. His brain, sharp and fast enough to catch up and bring me to ecstasy.
“Fuckin’ hell.” He tugs me off his cock, his fist in my hair just painful enough to make me cry, but he yanks me up and slams his lips to mine. “You needed me?” His tongue duels with mine, feasting and challenging, demanding and forward. “You couldn’t just wait?”
“I needed you.” I roll my hips, faster and faster, so the heel of his palm becomes my saddle. “I always need you, Archer.”
“Lie down.” He tugs his fingers from between my legs and pushes me back with a hand on my good shoulder. Guiding me, he lays me down so my head rests on the pillow he was using just a minute ago, then scrambling to the end of the bed, he settles between my legs, bracing them over his shoulders, and presses a kiss to my thigh. “You need to rest, Mayet. You need to sleep until the sun comes up, at least.”
“I need to come.” I squirm beneath his touch, and whimper, because it remains unfulfilling. No tongue. No fingers. No teeth. “I need to come with you.”
“Close your eyes,” he rasps. Lowering his head between my legs, he slides his tongue along my slit and pins me down with his hands on my hips. “Sleep, Minka. Let me take care of you.”
“I can’t sleep.” I writhe and pant as my peak races closer. “I’m done sleeping. Now I wanna fuck.”
He chuckles, his warm breath hitting my pussy and leaving me reeling. “So crass, Doctor Mayet. You don’t speak that way.”
“I do when I haven’t been laid in a month.” I tighten my legs and cry out when he slips his thumb in my asshole as punishment. But it feelssogood. “Archer.”
“I’m not fucking you when you’re high on pain meds. And I’m not banging you when you’re injured. But I’ll eat you up and let you come.” He bites my clit, and hums when a wash of pleasure makes a mess of our sheets. “You just lie still and orgasm… gently,” he sniggers. “If you’re careful, I’ll let you have more. If you hurt yourself, you’re not getting shit till I say so.”
“Oh god.” My breath comes fast, my lungs heaving to be filled as I throw my good arm back and hold on to the headboard.
I drop my legs wide, painfully wide, to make room for Archer’s broad shoulders. Then I let him devour me. His tongue and teeth destroying my sanity. His fingers sliding inside my pussy, and his thumb in my ass send me over the edge until my shoulder aches from my speeding blood flow.
But I don’t tell him about the pain.
I hardly even notice it.
“I want you.” I twist on the bed so moisture soaks the sheets, and my wet hair sticks to my face. “Please, Archer. This isn’t the same.”
“No.” But he bites my clit again and holds me down. “I’m in charge. You’re hurt, and you’re fucking useless when it comes to resting. So,” he moves his thumb and sends a burst of pleasure washing free of my body until my throat burns dry. “You’ll do as I fuckin’ say, and you’ll thank me for it at the end.”
He wants to challenge me. Torment me.
Well, really, he wants to please me while I rest. But it feels the same as torture in this moment.
And because of it, my temper alights and my needs grow hotter. More demanding.
I close my legs, trapping his face between my thighs so his lips have no place to go but my pussy, then using my hold on the headboard, I twist, and groan when he follows my lead.
He drops to his back, his hands gripping my thighs as my shins rest against his shoulders and chest. It’s not a comfortable position for either of us; I sit on his face and give him no room to breathe. But an orgasm races me to completion faster than I can keep up, in spite of my plans to change our position.
I explode over his mouth, and pant as he laps me up.
I cradle my bad arm, using the other to balance against the headboard, and when my orgasm releases me from its stranglehold, I pause for a moment, heaving to catch my breath.
My chest lifts and falls, my heart thundering against my diaphragm, and, just like Archer asked, my eyes are closed.
“Jesus.” I swallow to lubricate my dry throat, and shudder when Archer’s fingers continue to taunt. To wring the dregs of my release from me, like he thinks that’ll satisfy me for another month.
“You good now?” He nips my thigh and massages my ass with his free hand. “A man can’t even sleep without being attacked?”
“Oh, shut up.” I crawl down his body and nestle atop his steely length as it oozes with need. “Now we’re gonna fuck.”
“We’re not gonna fuck.” He looks straight past me and studies the ceiling. But his jaw glistens with my pleasure. His stubble, wet with what he does to me. “I said no. I don’t wanna fuck.”
