Stripped Love (Guys Next Door #1) - Baylin Crow Page 0,38
and took his tip in my mouth, lapping at the salty flavor that burst over my tongue. I’d never tasted myself so hadn’t known what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t the intense rush of greed for more.
With jerky movements, caught between my inexperience and the determined way he sucked my dick, I went down on him. He thrust up, pushing deeper, spurring me on as I gained confidence.
The sounds. The feel. The taste… it was too much, and my parted legs shook as I fought the unstoppable orgasm barreling through me. My hips bucked, and Phoenix swatted my ass again, doubling his efforts.
It was enough to send me spiraling over the edge. With a gasp, I popped off his cock, releasing him from my mouth, and my lips formed a silent o as wave after wave of pure bliss coursed through my entire body. He slowed to a leisurely pace that drained the last of my energy and left me boneless.
Without warning, I was flipped onto my back and Phoenix shot to his knees between my legs. Eyes fixed on my body, he wrapped his long, adorned fingers around his shaft and snapped his wrist back and forth, jerking himself off.
Riveted, I watched the tendons in his neck pull tight as he thrusted through the tight ring of his fist. His nostrils flared, and his eyes snapped to mine just as the first ribbon of come painted my belly. Rope after rope, more of his release hit my skin before he collapsed over me, catching himself just before he crushed me.
Phoenix’s ragged breathing mixed with mine and he panted out, "Fuck, Arch."
A smile crept across my face, knowing I’d caused the dopey grin he wore. “That was…amazing.”
The word didn’t carry enough weigh to encompass the true satisfaction coursing through my body as it sagged into the mattress.
His lids lowered, and a wicked smile slanted his lips. "There are so many things I’m going to do to you, babe. This was only the beginning."
A shiver raced down my spine at the promise in his tone.
He rolled over until he lay on his back beside me. "Arch?"
I turned my head where I found him watching me. "Yeah?"
His mouth opened and then closed. Finally, he just leaned forward, feathering a kiss over my lips. "Let's get you cleaned up."
9
Phoenix
Archer dozed beside me, curled up on his side with his forehead pressed against my arm where I laid on my back, staring at the spinning fan over the bed. He'd fallen asleep within minutes of returning from the bathroom to wipe my come from his body. A sight I'd never forget and hoped to repeat.
Between thinking about everything we'd shared and lyrics falling into place in my head, I couldn't sleep. But I also couldn't stay long.
It was still early in the morning, hours before the sun would rise, but I didn't know what time Isaac would wake up. I didn't think letting the man who permanently inked my body find out about me and Arch by walking in on us sleeping naked together was a good idea. I needed to check the time.
Without my phone, I scanned the room for a clock but instead found a stack of notebooks neatly placed on the corner of the desk next to the bed. Curious and trying not to jostle Archer awake, I slowly worked my way up to sitting. I reached out and grabbed the one from the top.
The cover was matte black and the blank pages were lined, unlike the books Archer drew in. I grabbed the next notebook that also sat unused so I replaced it, keeping the black one.
A single pencil rested on the desk, just out of reach. With careful movements, I scooted the few inches I needed and snagged the eraser with my fingertips before pulling it across the surface. Prize in hand, I settled back in my place.
Archer mumbled something indiscernible before throwing his leg over my thighs. I chuckled softly, and a light snore escaped him as he buried his face against my side. "Phoenix," Archer whispered and then sighed in his sleep.
My lips tipped in a small smile as I watched him get comfortable.
Once I was sure he slept soundly again, I flipped the notebook open, folding the cover to the back so I could hold it easier without disturbing him.
I stared at the blank page before bringing my pencil to the sheet.