him to settle between my legs and thrust into me, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he tortures me, cupping my breasts before squeezing them together, sucking and pulling and teasing at my nipples.
Proving this isn’t a quick fuck.
That we aren’t casual.
“I want your cock. So damn much.”
He ignores me, sucking on my nipple.
I change direction. “I want you,” I croak out. “I want you so damn much. Show me how this isn’t casual.”
My words set him on fire, and he pulls away, his eyes searching mine. Maintaining eye contact, he situates himself between my legs and eases in and out of me slowly.
Torturously slow.
Unhurried.
Fucking me in a way he’s never fucked me before.
His gaze not leaving my face with every stroke until he’s close.
He slams his eyes shut, his thrusts rougher and faster, and just as I’m there, he stops and collapses onto his back, rolling me with him to keep our connection so I’m now straddling him.
“Ride this cock you wanted,” he demands, his palm cupping my ass before he gently smacks it.
My body tingles with excitement, and I rock my hips, pushing him farther into me.
Heat courses through my veins as I allow him to guide me how he wants it. I ride him hard, and his hips lash forward, meeting mine.
Our sweet fucking has turned into heated fucking.
The sound of my ass slapping into his thighs.
We moan.
We moan each other’s names.
My sweat drips down my body and hits his chest.
“Oh my God, Georgia.” He throws his head back, slowing his movements. “I love you so fucking much, baby.”
I stop.
He gasps, his eyes wide as he stares at me, unblinking.
I’m panting, unsure of where to go from here.
He said … he said the L-word.
He knots his hand in my hair. “Why do you look so shocked?”
“Was that … it was a heat-of-the moment love devotion, right?” I shake my head. “Totally overthinking that.”
I grind against him, but he stops me.
“I mean, yeah, I love when you’re riding my cock, but I also love you.”
I freeze again. “What?”
His eyes search mine, and his voice is rough when he says, “I’m in love with you, Georgia.”
My thighs shake, and he grips them under his large palms as a tear slips down my cheek.
“Shit,” he hisses. “I’m sorry. I know it’s early.”
I press a finger to his lips. “I think we both already know that I’m in love with you.”
Grabbing my hair, he pulls my mouth to his, and then he flips me over, so he’s on top again.
“Mine. So fucking mine,” he groans as he thrusts inside me.
I wiggle underneath him. “Yours. All yours.”
Archer kisses me. “Never leave me.”
“You’d have to kill me first.”
40
Archer
“I love you.”
Before today, other than my mother, I’ve only said that to one other woman.
Meredith.
It was part of the natural progression of any relationship.
Date. Fuck. Profess I love yous. Get engaged. Marry.
That was the course for all relationships in our circle.
In my case with Meredith, it was fuck and then date—which also seems to somehow be the norm for me. It’s easier for me to give someone my cock before giving them my heart.
Sure, I thought I loved Meredith.
I liked her enough to propose to her.
But now that I have Georgia, I know I didn’t love her.
Love is when you want to wake up every single day and prove to the other person that you’ll work on being a better person than you were the day before—a better lover, a better friend.
Georgia is my girlfriend, the woman I love, but she’s also been my best friend and the only person I’m comfortable confiding in.
I glance up at the knock on my office door, and Georgia walks in, closing the door and clicking the lock behind her.
“Our first shift together as a couple,” she says.
I nod.
She licks her lips and walks around my desk. “Should we celebrate?”
I turn in my chair to face her, my cock stirring as I take in her short-shorts and V-neck shirt that shows off her cleavage. “What’d you have in mind?”
God, I want to suck on her tits right now.
Dropping to her knees, she pulls out my cock, and without warning, she wraps her lips around my length, taking in every damn inch as if she’d been doing it her entire life. She hasn’t given me many blow jobs—mostly because I like to come while my dick is inside her pussy, not her mouth.
My knees buckle, my balls draw up, and my hands grip the back of her head.
“Yes, suck me just like that,”