doing it, she pushed up his chest to kiss him.
And when she was done doing that, they went inside.
* * * *
He was curved over her, moving inside her, Archie on her hands and knees under him, Jag on his knees, one of his hands laced with hers in the bed, the other one between her legs, fingers toying with her clit.
She was breathing heavy.
He was listening to it and letting the sound of it ramp him up as he alternately nibbled and tasted her neck.
“Baby, faster,” she breathed.
“In a minute,” he murmured, stroking inside slow.
Real slow.
Christ, her wet pussy felt fucking amazing.
“Jag, honey, faster,” she repeated.
“In a sec, sweetheart.”
“Then lay off my clit,” she ordered.
And have her amp down?
Fuck no.
Instead of doing what she said, he rolled it harder.
“Jag,” she whimpered.
Yeah, he liked it like that.
He grinned against her skin.
She pushed up, hard, driving back her hips so he fell to his calves and both their torsos came up.
Then she bounced on his cock.
And she did it fast.
“Damn, baby,” he teased.
“Shut up and back at my clit,” she moaned.
He didn’t backtalk and did as told.
Archie’s head fell to his shoulder, and she panted, “Ohmigod, I love your fucking cock.”
“No shit?”
“Aren’t you close?” she asked, sounding almost desperate.
“Archie, you sucked me dry half an hour ago. I’m not a jizz machine.”
She stopped and she did it full of him.
Nice.
“Jizz machine?” she asked.
“I can produce, as you’ve forced me to prove over and over. But every man’s got his limits.”
“I want you to come with me.”
“Then you’re gonna be riding for a while.”
She twisted her neck to look more fully at him. “I need you to do it now.”
He grinned at her. “Baby, just go. I’m good.”
She pouted.
Shit, she was hot.
He resumed his work at her clit, and went after her tit, her eyes closed slowly, and she started bouncing again.
“There you go,” he murmured encouragingly. “Kiss me, Arch.”
She turned to him and kissed him.
It didn’t last long before she was arcing into her work on his dick at the same time coming for him.
When she was evening out, she rode slow until she stopped, again full of him, and twisted her head to rest her forehead in his neck.
“What are you gonna do with that hard-on?” she asked, her voice gentle and sated.
“That’s my question to you,” he replied.
She chuckled quietly and said, “I told you to come with me, boyfriend. That orgasm was sweet. Now I’m about clean up and shut-eye.”
“I can do that.”
She lifted her head and looked at him.
He lifted her totally off him, put her on her back in the bed, then rested on top of her.
“You want me to clean you up?” he offered.
“Yeah, Jag.”
He touched his mouth to hers, then to the hinge of her jaw, and he left the bed.
He came back with a washcloth, took care of business, headed back to the bathroom to dump it, then out again to Archie.
When he arrived at the bed, he found her wrapped around the sheet in a way that was her signature, and an invitation, the side of her ass, hip, thigh, the curve of her back, shoulder and arm on display, hair all over the pillows.
He accepted her invitation and went in for the spoon, tucking himself close, and curling his arms around her.
“Only boy I know who’s good with giving a girl a rush then moving on, his dick still hard.”
“Hmm,” he hummed.
“I’mma gonna get up in a minute and brush my teeth,” she mumbled.
“All right, baby,” he whispered, knowing by her vibe there was no way in hell she was getting up to brush her teeth.
He was right, she was asleep in less than five minutes.
So he was careful when he moved away from her to go to the bathroom to brush his own teeth.
He had eyes to the mirror and the brush in his mouth when her words came back to him.
I hope I’m a lot like her. I try to be.
And with these words in his head, he remembered something he hadn’t thought of in years.
His mom, sitting alone at the table in the kitchen, her hand wrapped around an empty bottle of beer, staring at the refrigerator like it’d open itself and spit a fresh one at her.
He also remembered the expression on her face.
And he had to stop brushing, because suddenly, he felt like he was going to hurl.
He spit.
Rinsed.
Put his brush back in Archie’s holder.
And bracing his hands in the sink, he went back to staring