Chapter 18: : Chapter 18

Archer slowly kisses his way up my body, entirely unaware of the wild beating of my heart. I’ve never felt anything like what he just made me feel, and it makes me regret missing out on this for so many years even more.

“Stop that,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue over my nipple, eliciting another moan from me in the process.

“Stop what?” I ask, my voice unrecognizably husky.

He moves his attention to the other side, smiling to himself as he toys with me. “Overthinking,” he answers. “When you’re in my bed, I don’t want you thinking about anyone or anything but me.”

How did he know? It had never occurred to me that someone other than Theo knew me well enough to know what I’m thinking, but more than once now, Archer has proven that he knows me better than I ever thought he did.

“Promise me,” he says, holding himself up on his forearms. “Tell me that you’re mine, Serenity. For as long as this lasts.”

There’s something so thrilling about seeing Archer like this, showcasing vulnerability that makes this moment feel even more intimate than it already was. “I’m yours,” I whisper, my voice shaking.

He nods and reaches for me, brushing my hair out of my face. “That’s right,” he whispers, his knuckles moving over my cheek. “You’re mine.” His hand trails down to my neck, caressing, his eyes cataloging all my reactions. “These are mine,” he says, leaning in to suck down on the side of my breast, right next to my sternum. He leaves a mark, and he stares at it with such pleasure in his eyes that I can’t help but squirm, my heart racing. “Every inch of your skin, every sigh, every moan,” he murmurs, his fingers trailing down. “It’s all mine, darling.”

I reach for him, my hand threading through his hair, and he grins at me, seemingly pleased with the small amount of initiative I’m taking. Archer looks into my eyes as he drags his fingers down, eliciting a gasp from me when his index finger disappears between my legs. He bites down on his lip when I moan, his expression betraying his desire. I’ve never felt so wanted, and it’s exhilarating.

“This pussy belongs to me, do you understand?”

I nod, my hips rotating just slightly as he begins to move his finger in slow circular motions, teasing me the way he did earlier. “I asked you a question,” he says, pushing another finger into me.

“I understand,” I answer, my body thrumming with need. I never knew it could feel like this, and that look in his eyes…I could easily become addicted to the power he’s giving me.

“Good,” he whispers. “Then give me one more, baby.”

“Archer,” I plead when he curls his fingers inside me and swipes his thumb against my clit.

“I love the way you say my name, darling. Drives me fucking wild, you know that?”

“I can’t. I’m…I’m getting lightheaded.” I’m so sensitive, my entire body feels electrified. Each touch feels like too much, and I can’t tell if I want him to keep going or stop.

“Look at me,” he commands, slowing down the pace as he moves closer, his face inches from mine. “You’re doing so good, Serenity. So good. Do you have any idea how wet you are for me? You feel fucking perfect.”

He sounds so proud of me, so appreciative, like I’m some kind of miracle he has the honor to witness, and it does something to me, makes me want to please him.

“Let go of that control you love so much, darling. Give it to me, let me take care of you.”

“Oh God,” I whisper as my body obeys his commands. My back arches, and his eyes darken as my moans become more incoherent, my hips moving with him involuntarily.

“Beautiful,” he whispers. “You’re so goddamn beautiful, Serenity. Look at you, baby.” He increases his pace, his fingers moving faster, harder. “You’re my every dream come true, you know that? Come for me, darling. Give me what I’ve been dreaming of.”

My head falls back as my muscles contract around his fingers, the strongest orgasm I’ve ever felt washing over me, wave after wave, the feelings lingering. Archer smiles and presses a soft kiss to my shoulder. “Good girl,” he whispers. “I knew you could do it.”

Emotions suddenly overwhelm me, and I bite on my lip, unsure why I’m on the verge of tears when all I felt just moments ago was pleasure. I sniff, and Archer instantly tenses, his head snapping up. Something akin to fear flickers through his eyes, and he pulls his fingers away, eliciting a few final flutters as I involuntarily clench my thighs.

“Serenity,” he whispers, his voice filled with concern. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you anywhere? Was I too rough?”

I shake my head and reach for him, pulling him on top of me, my arms wrapping around his neck. “I’m fine,” I whisper. His weight feels reassuring on top of me, and I inhale shakily when he presses his lips just below my ear. “I just… I’m not sure…I’ve just never felt anything this intense.” I’ve never felt this wanted, this cared for.

“Was it too much? I should’ve…fuck, I should’ve taken it slower.”

“No,” I reply instantly, tightening my grip on him. “It was perfect, Archer. If anything…I want more.”

He pushes himself up on his forearms to look at me, and I try my best to meet his gaze when all I want to do is hide. “More?” he repeats, his tone cautious now.

“I…I want you.”

Archer bites down on his lip, and I revel in the way his cock twitches against me, the way his breathing instantly changes. “Use your words properly,” he demands. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

I look into his eyes as I move one of my hands between us, slowly sliding it down his abs, loving the way they tense at my touch. “Archer, I want you to fuck me.”

He inhales sharply when I grab the waistband of his boxer shorts, his gaze searching—for a hint of trepidation, I suspect. He won’t find any. I’ve never been more certain. I want this, and I want it with him.

“Give it to me,” I whisper, throwing his earlier words back at him, and he groans, the sound needy and delicious. It fuels my confidence, makes me feel comfortable voicing my desires.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, pushing off me to sit on his knees between my legs. He smirks at me as he pushes his boxers down slowly. I gasp, and he looks up through lowered lashes, a pleased smirk on his face as he palms his erection. “You want this?”

I nod, and my heartbeat accelerates as renewed lust unfurls deep inside, blending with a hint of fear when Archer moves back on top of me and lines up his cock. When we came to an agreement, I also told him I’m on the pill, and the look in his eyes when I told him I didn’t want anything between us is the same one he’s wearing now. Pure possessiveness.

Our eyes lock as he pushes the tip in, his breath hitching. “Fuck,” he groans, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “You okay?”

A sexy and entirely incoherent sound leaves his lips when I graze his scalp with my nails and tilt my hips just slightly. “Yeah,” I whisper, grabbing hold of his hair.

He pulls back a little and then pushes deeper into me, and I tense, surprised by the feeling. I squirm underneath him, feeling overly full. “Relax, baby,” he whispers, pausing, his gaze roaming over my face.

“It’s… I’m not sure. It feels like too much, Archer.” I’m too embarrassed to tell him that I can’t take it when I know I physically can. I don’t want him to think that I’m completely clueless, but right now, it truly feels like he won’t fit, like he’ll tear me apart if he pushes any farther into me.

Archer stills completely, his muscles straining as he reaches between us and grabs the base of his cock. I moan involuntarily when he drags it up, pushing it against my clit before sliding back into me just a fraction. “How’s that, darling?” he asks, repeating the motion, until he has me panting.

“Oh God,” I moan, tightening my grip on his hair. He grins, his gaze heated as he leans in and kisses me just below my ear, before moving to my neck, grazing my skin with his teeth before sucking down on it. All the while, he continues to tease me, the feel of his cock against my clit rapidly bringing me to the brink of another orgasm.

“I love these little sounds you make,” he whispers into my ear. “I love that it’s all for me, all mine. Do you have any idea how wet you are for me, sweetheart? How perfect your pussy feels?”

He pushes into me deeper, pulling out and dragging his cock against my clit with every single thrust, his movements faster now, in line with my racing heart.

“Please,” I whisper, becoming lightheaded all over again. “Archer, oh God. I can’t…”

He laughs, the sound sexy. “You can,” he promises me. “You’re taking my cock so well, baby. Just a little more. Can you take a little more?”

I nod, and he looks into my eyes as he pulls almost all the way back, before pushing into me fully, the sexiest sound escaping his lips when he bottoms out inside me. He’s breathing hard, his entire body tense. “Serenity,” he whispers, my name a plea on his lips. His forehead drops to mine, and he looks at me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

I keep one hand in his hair and move the other to his cheek, reveling in this connection between us. I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this is so much more. “Please,” I whisper, unsure what I’m asking for. My body is humming with desire, and I moan when he begins to move slowly, carefully.

“Beautiful,” Archer whispers. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Sera. You feel incredible.”

His nose brushes against mine, and I tighten my grip on his hair when he kisses me, his hand moving between us. “Archer,” I whisper against his mouth when he places his thumb against my clit, trapping his hand between us.

He just kisses the edge of my mouth and smiles. “Let me try,” he says, his tone cajoling. “I’m desperate for one more. I need to feel you come on my cock.”

He keeps his eyes on mine as he moves his hips, his thumb slowly bringing me to the edge all over again. His pace increases, and the way his breathing changes makes my entire body sing. Watching Archer Harrison lose control over me is something I suspect I’ll never get enough of.

He thrives on my moans, his eyes lighting up each time he makes my hips roll, and before long, he’s got my back arching and my legs trembling. “Yeah,” he whispers, taking me harder, faster. “Just like that, baby. Come for me, beautiful.”

And I do.

My muscles tighten just as he groans, his head falling to the crook of my neck as I come, taking him right along with me. “Fuck,” he pants, rocking his hips gently as he kisses my temple. “That was fucking incredible.”

He sighs happily, his body relaxing on top of mine for a few moments, before he pulls out and moves to his side, lying down beside me. He cups my face and turns my head toward him. “Feeling okay?” he asks, his gaze filled with worry.

I nod, suddenly self-conscious. I clutch at his covers and pull them up, not quite sure what to do or say. I hadn’t thought of what the appropriate thing to do is after. “I, um, I should probably go.”

He stares at me like I’ve lost my mind. “Go where?” he asks, a brow raised.

“Home?” My tone lacks the confidence I tried to infuse in it, and I squeeze my legs together, feeling a little uncomfortable and a whole lot of awkward.

Archer reaches for one of my curls and twirls it around his index finger. “Please stay,” he whispers, surprising me.

“W-Would that be okay? I, um, I don’t want to cling to you or do anything that would annoy you. I’m already asking for so much.”

He chuckles and pulls me close, enveloping me in a tight hug. I relax into him, my nose pressed against his throat. “Stay,” he murmurs, cupping the back of my head. “Right here, in my arms.”