Archer York. You know the way right to this girl’s heart.”
“Tell you what…” Archer flipped me onto my back in one quick movement, our bodies still joined as he pinned me against the mattress. He lowered more of his delicious weight on me and nipped at my lower lip. “I’ll still let you drive. Consider this big cock all yours to do as you please.”
“I want it all. Every single inch, like you promised me the night I couldn’t stop staring at the bulge in your pants.”
“The night. Don’t think I didn’t notice all the other times you gaped at it. You’re not nearly as subtle as you think you are.”
I pushed my lips into a fake pout. “Less talk-y, more fuck-y.”
“As you wish.” Archer withdrew, and I opened my mouth to complain that I’d never told him to leave me empty and wanting. But then he slammed into me again, so hard and deep that his balls slapped my ass, and my body convulsed.
Our moans filled the air as we moved together, so loud that I hoped the other occupant in the house had heeded Archer’s advice.
“Kiss me like you mean to devour me,” I said, and Archer grinned a wicked grin. He laced his fingers through mine, forcing our entwined hands to the mattress… so, obviously, he hadn’t quite been cured of his control issues. Considering the way my body shuddered and bucked, it was onboard.
I arched my hips, whimpering as the head of his cock hit a spot deep inside that left me seeing stars. “Right there. That’s the spot.”
For some reason, the toast I’d made with my friends mere minutes before I met Archer came to mind. I sat up enough to loop my arms around his neck and fuse our bodies together, all the way from hips to lips. “I just realized something. I do have a dick—yours. It’s attached to you, but it’s all mine now. Can you handle that?”
Archer mimicked the movement of his body with his tongue, thrusting it in to meet mine and stroke me into a dizzy frenzy. “Not only can I handle it, I insist. I’d already decided that if you accepted my serenaded apology that I was going to list my condo in L.A. I belong in San Diego—I belong with you.”
Happiness tumbled through me. “Thank goodness. I was so not looking forward to long distance.”
The grin he flashed me traveled right down my core and amped up the exquisite onslaught of sensations careening through me. He reached between my thighs and pushed the pad of his thumb to my clit, sending me higher with the circling and the thrusting, until every single one of my muscles clenched, unable to withstand the intoxicating friction any longer.
A jolt rocketed through me, blowing every cell in my body apart. I clung on to Archer as I shattered, and he grunted as he tumbled over the edge as well. Both of us rode the euphoric wave as long as we could, and then we crashed to the bed, a mess of tangled, sweat-dampened limbs.
Archer drew me to him, spinning me in my arms to face him. Our hearts beat a unified rhythm, as though they also knew that they worked better together. “I love you Penelope Jones. I’m all yours. My dick”—he wiggled it against me, and the sated tingling in my muscles kicked up a notch—“my body. And my heart. Can you handle that?”
I trailed a finger down his nose and tapped his mouth. “I love you, too, Archer York. And I’m so glad you’re finally able to admit I’m fully capable of handling you.”
Coming Soon
Next up in the meet-cute series:
What happens when a phone update from hell results in a dating do-over?
As a web designer, performing updates so I can enhance my texts with cute new emojis is a must. Only artificial intelligence went all Terminator on me, resending every message from the past year. So glad I got to relive my tumultuous online dating experiences, including drunk texting an ex who ghosted me.
Among the confused and disgruntled are a handful of nice replies, leaving me unsure if the tech gods are smiting or smiling down on me. I take it as a sign I should give my past guys another chance. Turns out, my drunken profession of lust went to some dude with a new number—Luke’s witty, has a sexy voice, and makes me LOL.
As I begin my adventures in re-dating, Luke demands updates, and before long I’m tempted to request a meetup. But he’s quickly hacking his way into my heart, and with the firewall around it crumbling, I’m afraid upgrading our virtual relationship will only result in a heartbreak IRL.