Stripped Love (Guys Next Door #1) - Baylin Crow Page 0,24
back as if he owned it. His movements became more confident as we wrestled for domination of the kiss. He was killing me.
Mindlessly, I met him, thrust for thrust. I couldn't think straight with his tongue tangled with mine, his hard cock rocking against me, and his hands staking their claim as he gripped me tight. My head spun, completely wrapped up in him.
We made out for minutes—hours—I wasn't sure. All I knew was Archer. The way he tasted. The demanding little sounds he made when something felt good and he wanted more. The bite of his short nails as they dug into my flesh.
When the need for oxygen won, we broke apart, gasping for breath.
"You drive me fucking crazy," I muttered against his slick lips once I'd caught my breath. "You have no idea how bad I wanted to fuck you the second I got you in that private room. Pure fucking torture."
"I might have an idea." He panted with lids lowered. The need that shone in them screamed at me to give him more, and I was helpless to refuse him anything. Didn’t even want to.
Lifting over him, I grabbed his hand, lowering it inch by inch between our bodies, and then encouraged him to wrap his fingers around my shaft through my mesh shorts. He let loose a sharp breath and squeezed, sending a zap of pleasure racing down my spine. I hissed between my clenched teeth as the urge to take him grew stronger. I popped open the button of his shorts and traced a finger over his hard length, stopping as I reached his tip that had worked its way past the band of his boxers. Precome beaded at the slit and I swiped my finger through it before bringing it to my mouth.
Sucking the salty flavor clean, my eyes slammed close and a shudder ran through my body. “You taste so damn good. I want your cock in my mouth.”
“Oh god,” he whispered and his hand tightened around my shaft. A gasped curse choked from my lungs, and my balls drew tight at the deliciously tight hold. Images assaulted my mind of me thrusting into his tight body, drawing more of those greedy sounds from him, sending me hurtling closer to the edge.
His hand wrenched away. "Too hard?"
“What?” I asked, trying to think through the lust clouding my thoughts. Blinking, I focused on his face. The hesitation written there reminded me that as much as he was into it, he was still inexperienced and we’d been racing toward the finish line. Hell, I’d just told him I wanted to blow him. Shit. "No, Arch, it was perfect."
With more restraint than I'd known I had, I reluctantly pulled his hand to my mouth and kissed his palm.
"Then why did you stop?" His curious eyes searched mine with a hint of…disappointment?
I climbed off of him, sat on the couch and rearranged my dick that screamed in protest for relief for the second time that night. Orgasm denial was not my thing, and Archer wasn't making it easier with part of his dick exposed.
"I just need to be clear." My voice was rough as I diverted my gaze, attempting to gather a semblance of control. "You said you're a virgin, but how far have you gone? It won't change how much I want you, because fuck, I want you…but I need to make sure we're on the same page. That you're ready. I've never been someone's first, and honestly, I'm worried I'm going to fuck it up."
I meant what I'd said. It wouldn't change anything, but I still braced myself for his answer. The idea of Archer with someone else… I didn't really want to hear about it, but in this case, I needed to. For him. For us.
He sighed and buttoned his shorts before sitting up. "First, you can stop wondering if you need to handle me with kid gloves. I'm not going to break. No, I haven't had sex, or done anything with anyone. But not because I was waiting. I just…" He paused and then sighed. "So, for the longest time, I wondered if something was wrong with me. Everyone I knew was having sex, but I was never really attracted to anyone. And never enough to want to sleep with them."
His confession surprised me. I'd probably had more than my share of hookups, but without a doubt, I'd never wanted anyone the way I did Archer. I turned to face him. "Why me?"