from the other night—a noise that teased him in his dreams.
“Stick your fingers in me.”
Oh, hell. He plunged his hand lower, palm still bumping her clit, and shoved two fingers in her tight opening. She arched her back against him, cry drifting up as she clenched around his fingers.
He slowed as she did, but the throb below his waist was painful, and he had no idea what he was going to do about it. Fuck. This was a bad idea.
She opened her eyes and pulled away from his touch. He gently eased his hand out. He could almost hear his penis chanting for its chance.
“My turn,” she whispered.
Before he could ask for clarification, she dropped to her knees. He swore his zipper sliding down was the loudest thing he’d ever heard. It took the last threads of his self-restraint not to let his groan echo off the trees, when she encased his shaft with her fingers and gently worked it free. His eyes rolled back in his head, as she glided her tongue up his length. His knees threatened to give out, when she took him in her mouth, and he had to secure one palm on the tree behind her, to keep his balance.
A light laugh vibrated from her throat and through his skin, as she bobbed her head up and down, flicking her tongue over his sensitive head every few seconds. He’d been close to coming before she started sucking on him, and there was no way he could hold out with her full lips wrapped around him. He tried to pull her away. “Tori, hon.” His plea came in short gasps. “I won’t last much longer.”
Instead of discouraging her, the warning spurred her on. The delicious sounds she made rolled through his dick as she sucked in time to pumping him with her hand. Tension built in his lower gut, and he dug his fingers into the tree. He grunted as he came, thrusting against the back of her throat, pounding until he was spent, and then going a little longer.
She slowed when a shudder racked through him, and she kissed and licked him clean as she pulled away.
He grabbed her upper arm and yanked her to her feet with desperation. He settled his hand at the small of her back and kissed her deeply. Was that himself he tasted on her lips? Holy fuck, she was incredible. He finally broke the kiss, and rested his forehead against hers.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he said.
“I know. But it was too tempting to pass up.” Impish. That was the only word he could think, of to describe the smile she gave him, as she looked up at him through her lashes.
The voices that had stayed at a distance most of the afternoon drew close enough for Archer to make out words. He adjusted himself as best he could, shoved his cock back in his jeans, and straightened his clothes. He couldn’t take his eyes off Tori, while she zipped up and combed her fingers through her hair.
She looked up, and met his gaze. Pink spread across her cheeks. “Should we head back down?”
“Can I buy you dinner?” He wrapped an arm around her waist and steered her toward the trail, stumbling a few times as his legs regained their sense of balance. He couldn’t help but notice hers did something similar.
“Aren’t you supposed to do that before, not after?”
He shook his head and pulled her closer. Okay, so maybe that wasn’t appropriate, given their relationship—or lack thereof—but her curves yielded to his touch, and there would be plenty of time later to pull away. “I’m not always as traditional as I claim to be.”
“I’m fine with that.” She lay her head against his side and slipped her hand into his back pocket. “Dinner would be wonderful.”
* * * *
The ride home was quiet, but it didn’t have the awkwardness Archer expected. It felt appropriate. Occasionally, he looked out the corner of his eye and caught Tori studying his profile, but she turned away quickly. He’d rather she spoke her mind, but he couldn’t complain about the sight of the plump, fleshy swell of her kissable bottom lip, as she bit into it.
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“Stick your fingers in me.”
Oh, hell. He plunged his hand lower, palm still bumping her clit, and shoved two fingers in her tight opening. She arched her back against him, cry drifting up as she clenched around his fingers.
He slowed as she did, but the throb below his waist was painful, and he had no idea what he was going to do about it. Fuck. This was a bad idea.
She opened her eyes and pulled away from his touch. He gently eased his hand out. He could almost hear his penis chanting for its chance.
“My turn,” she whispered.
Before he could ask for clarification, she dropped to her knees. He swore his zipper sliding down was the loudest thing he’d ever heard. It took the last threads of his self-restraint not to let his groan echo off the trees, when she encased his shaft with her fingers and gently worked it free. His eyes rolled back in his head, as she glided her tongue up his length. His knees threatened to give out, when she took him in her mouth, and he had to secure one palm on the tree behind her, to keep his balance.
A light laugh vibrated from her throat and through his skin, as she bobbed her head up and down, flicking her tongue over his sensitive head every few seconds. He’d been close to coming before she started sucking on him, and there was no way he could hold out with her full lips wrapped around him. He tried to pull her away. “Tori, hon.” His plea came in short gasps. “I won’t last much longer.”
Instead of discouraging her, the warning spurred her on. The delicious sounds she made rolled through his dick as she sucked in time to pumping him with her hand. Tension built in his lower gut, and he dug his fingers into the tree. He grunted as he came, thrusting against the back of her throat, pounding until he was spent, and then going a little longer.
She slowed when a shudder racked through him, and she kissed and licked him clean as she pulled away.
He grabbed her upper arm and yanked her to her feet with desperation. He settled his hand at the small of her back and kissed her deeply. Was that himself he tasted on her lips? Holy fuck, she was incredible. He finally broke the kiss, and rested his forehead against hers.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he said.
“I know. But it was too tempting to pass up.” Impish. That was the only word he could think, of to describe the smile she gave him, as she looked up at him through her lashes.
The voices that had stayed at a distance most of the afternoon drew close enough for Archer to make out words. He adjusted himself as best he could, shoved his cock back in his jeans, and straightened his clothes. He couldn’t take his eyes off Tori, while she zipped up and combed her fingers through her hair.
She looked up, and met his gaze. Pink spread across her cheeks. “Should we head back down?”
“Can I buy you dinner?” He wrapped an arm around her waist and steered her toward the trail, stumbling a few times as his legs regained their sense of balance. He couldn’t help but notice hers did something similar.
“Aren’t you supposed to do that before, not after?”
He shook his head and pulled her closer. Okay, so maybe that wasn’t appropriate, given their relationship—or lack thereof—but her curves yielded to his touch, and there would be plenty of time later to pull away. “I’m not always as traditional as I claim to be.”
“I’m fine with that.” She lay her head against his side and slipped her hand into his back pocket. “Dinner would be wonderful.”
* * * *
The ride home was quiet, but it didn’t have the awkwardness Archer expected. It felt appropriate. Occasionally, he looked out the corner of his eye and caught Tori studying his profile, but she turned away quickly. He’d rather she spoke her mind, but he couldn’t complain about the sight of the plump, fleshy swell of her kissable bottom lip, as she bit into it.
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