Chapter 23: : Chapter 23

I glance at my phone as I wrap my towel around my waist, surprisingly annoyed Serenity left me on read. Who is she with for her not to answer my question? I’d have asked that even if we weren’t sleeping together, so I doubt she’d think I’m overstepping.

I glare at my phone as I walk into my bedroom and throw it onto my bed moments before my doorbell rings, only to find Serenity standing in front of me. “Hey,” I murmur, surprised.

Her eyes roam over my bare torso, and then she wordlessly steps forward, her hand wrapping around the back of my neck as she rises to her tiptoes and kisses me.

I freeze for a split second, and then I’m kissing her back. I pull her into my house and kick the door closed, my hands sliding down her body. She moans against my mouth, and I lift her up, loving the way her legs wrap around me instantly.

She gasps when I push her against the nearest wall, not quite able to make it to my bedroom before I begin to tug at her blouse. Serenity helps me take it off, and I groan as I palm her breast over the soft fabric of her bra, my thumb brushing over her hardened nipples. “Archer,” she moans, rotating her hips against me.

I move my hands to her waist and continue to walk to my bedroom. “Where were you?” I ask, my voice rough and harsh.

She bites down on her lip, and for a moment, something akin to agony flickers through her eyes. “Theo and Kristen’s house.” She threads a hand through my hair, her touch carrying a hint of impatience. “She made me dinner.”

I sit down on my bed with her in my lap, my gaze roaming over her face. “Tell me what you need, Sera.”

“Help me forget,” she pleads, placing her hand on my shoulders. “I need you to drown out the memory of him looking at her like she’s his whole world.”

She pushes against my chest, and my eyes widen as I fall backward onto the bed. Serenity smiles at me as she drags her index finger over my abs, her breathing erratic.

“I’ll make you forget everything but my name, darling,” I whisper, reaching for her bra. It comes undone, and her breath hitches as I pull it away.

I look into her eyes as I tilt her head and pull her in to kiss her, taking my time. I’ve learned that the easiest way to keep her from overthinking is to kiss her, slow and deep, until she’s writhing in my lap.

Serenity gasps when I turn us over, throwing her onto my bed before covering her body with mine. She glances to her side, and I smirk when she realizes my sheets are now all silk. They took a while to arrive, since they were handmade just for her. “Archer,” she whispers, only for her eyes to widen when my towel comes undone. I smirk at her, loving how honest her expressions always are.

“Lift your hips for me,” I murmur, and she does as asked, letting me pull off her skirt. Her black lace panties follow, and I just stare at her for a moment, taking in her beauty.

She sighs and instantly wraps her arms around the back of my neck when I settle on top of her. “You’re fucking breathtaking, you know that?” I kiss the edge of her mouth, and she hooks her leg around mine. “My gorgeous girl.” I press my lips just below her ear, and she shivers. “All mine.”

“Archer,” she whispers, rolling her hips against mine.

“Yeah, baby? Tell me what you want.”

She grabs my hair and pulls my mouth to hers, and I go eagerly, reveling in this connection between us. It’s been so long since I felt this way—fully immersed in someone, my attention undivided. When I have her in my arms, there’s no space for anything else. Only her.

Serenity parts my lips, her tongue darting out teasingly, and I groan as I kiss her back leisurely, loving the way she pushes her hips up. She’s panting when she pulls away, her eyes filled with silent pleas. “I want you.” Her voice trembles, like she’s scared to admit it.

I smirk as I grab her hips and roll us over, so she ends up back on top of me. “Then take what you need from me, darling,” I tell her.

She hesitates, her expression betraying her vulnerability as she sits up on my abs, her pretty legs spread. I reach for her waist, taking my time drinking her in. “It’s like you walked out of my wildest fantasies,” I whisper, my cock throbbing at the mere sight of her. She moans when I drag my thumb across her pussy, coating it. “Just look at you,” I groan. “You’re dripping all over my abs, and fuck if it isn’t the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You’re outrageous,” she says, shyness overtaking her expression. It’s clear she doesn’t believe me, but she will by the time I’m through with her.

“Come here,” I murmur. “I want you to sit on my face.”

“W-What?”

I grab her ass and knead, loving how soft her skin is. “You can’t present me with something so delicious and not even give me a taste. Come here, baby.” She gasps when I lift her effortlessly, until I’ve got her right where I want her, her thighs on either side of my head.

“Archer,” she groans when I tighten my grip on her hips, my tongue darting out to caress her. “Oh God.”

“Don’t hold up your weight like that,” I warn, nipping at her thigh. “I told you to sit on my face, so sit on it. Ride my face, darling.”

Our eyes lock as she lowers her body, giving me what I asked for. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to please a woman as much as I do her. I want her to think of nothing but me—I want to be the man she’ll always compare everyone else to.

“Is this okay?” she asks, rotating her hips just a little, her breathing heavy as she slowly but surely lets go and begins to guide my tongue. I moan my approval, and she reaches for my headboard. The way she moves her hips drives me completely fucking wild, and she doesn’t even know it.

I watch her chase an orgasm, putting her own pleasure first as she rides my tongue, and it’s the biggest fucking turn-on I’ve ever experienced.

She looks at me with so much faith, like I’m her lifeline, her escape, and fuck, I’ve never wanted to be someone’s safe haven, but I do when it’s her. I want to be the one she turns to, the one that takes away all her worries, replacing them with pleasure instead.

Her legs begin to shake, and I increase my pace, flicking against her clit harder, until my beautiful girl comes on my tongue, her eyes never leaving mine. She smiles at me as she comes off her high, and it does something to me, makes my heart skip a beat.

“I want more,” she whispers, moving down, until she’s sitting on my thighs, my cock right between her legs. She grabs it and looks at me, her gaze overflowing with desire.

I groan when she lifts her hips and lines up my cock, her head falling back a little as the tip slides in. “Fuck,” I moan, reaching for her just as she lowers her weight on top of me, taking all of me.

She has no idea what she does—every single touch breathes life back into me, and it’s fucking terrifying. My best friend’s little sister was never supposed to affect me like this.