Trials and Tiaras (Untouchable #7) - Heather Long Page 0,30

the denim. I even offered a blowjob in the car on the way home, but he just held my hand against his stiff erection and grinned. The fact he kissed me senseless at every traffic light seemed to extend our drive back to the apartment.

Once there, he urged me ahead of him and through the cold and into the kitchen. The door closed, the dress bags landed on the dining room table, and Archie picked me up as we came together in a heated kiss. I swore I could still taste myself on him. We half-crashed our way against the counters toward the living room, stripping off each other’s clothes.

The minute he had my breasts free though, he locked his mouth around one nipple and sucked so hard, I swore my pussy clenched and I was halfway to coming. I got my hand around his cock and teased the pre-cum on the tip with a thumb before I began stroking him. Almost frantic with need, I slid down him and started to suck his cock between my lips. He fisted my hair and pumped against my mouth a scant few times before he dragged me off and then up. With my jeans still hanging off one leg and his pants not even past his thighs, he slammed into me in one thrust that had us both groaning.

We didn’t even make it all the way out of the kitchen. The force of his thrusts almost hurt, but he kept swiveling his hips and every strike had me seeing stars. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I kissed him. The tangle of his tongue on mine as he mimicked the action of his body fucking me sent cries tearing from my throat.

I wasn’t quiet.

I didn’t want to be quiet.

And fuck knew, he wasn’t as he told me every damn thing he wanted to do to me in between drugging kisses that had me tipping over and coming hard around his cock. His grunt as I clamped down on him just made it all sweeter at the first hot rush of him coming. The release just spread warmth through my whole system, and we hung there, panting, a sheen of sweat on our skin and sticking together.

It was dirty, raw, and more than a little perfect. As soon as I got the ability to use my limbs again, I was going to suck him as deep into my throat as I could. I wanted him to come as many times as he’d made me today.

Heart hammering, I stroked my fingers through his hair as he nuzzled against my throat. There was cum running down my thighs, and I just didn’t care. He was still inside me, softening slowly. I ached in every delicious way possible.

Slowly, I dragged my eyes open and locked gazes with Coop over Archie’s shoulder. Hair askew, lips parted, and a hand over his own dick that poked out of his boxers, red-tipped and hard, he grinned slowly at me and mouthed a kiss.

I licked my lips, and then a laugh escaped. I couldn’t help it. It started out a chuckle, then turned into a cascade of giggles that had me flexing around Archie. He groaned at every squeeze until he eased out of me and leaned back to study my face. Then he glanced back to follow my gaze, and there was a long pause.

“Hey,” Coop said. “Good day?”

Archie turned back to me and cast his gaze up and then huffed out a laugh. “You know, I don’t even fucking care.” Then he kissed me again. “It’s a damn good day.”

I didn’t miss Coop’s little fist pump or the way his hand flexed on his dick. “Good to know.”

“Hey,” I said to Coop as Archie set me down slowly. I was still clinging because my legs were pure rubber.

“Hey, beautiful,” he answered me. There was definitely lust in his eyes, but also a lot of love. “Feeling good?”

“I feel amazing…and a little sweaty. I also need to go suck Archie off if he’ll let me.” Bold? Maybe. Coop’s eyebrows rose. “And if you want to wait with that,” I dipped my gaze down to his lap and then back up again, “I’ll totally take care of you too.”

Yep, I was feeling good.

He immediately let go of himself and dropped back on the sofa. Apparently, he’d been sprawled there when we came in. Slowly, it hit me the television was on and the cats were scattered around the