“I KNOW A PLACE,” I said. God, I wanted to see him among my things again. I wanted to hear the awe in his voice when he looked at my drawings and to see his fair skin against my cream bed linens. I wanted to hear the sounds he made when he came.
“Ollie, you know what will happen if I go home with you again,” Archie said, a smug smile stretching across his face. “Neither one of us will be satisfied with rutting against each other until we come.”
“I know.”
“We need to do some talking before we get to the um…” He didn’t want to say fucking because he worried he might offend me, and I was certain lovemaking was a foreign word to him.
“We’ll talk on the ride there, and we can talk more once we arrive. We can talk all night if that’s what you—we—need.”
“You have church in the morning.”
“I wouldn’t force you to attend my church service. Is that why you’re hesitant tonight?” Knowing he was waiting for me in my house would certainly have me hustling back home as soon as the last member left.
Archie threw his head back and laughed. It was joyful and beautiful; I wanted to find more ways to create the kind of happiness spilling out of him. “It never crossed my mind, Ollie. Besides, I’m not the kind of guy you can force to do anything I don’t want to do. I was thinking more along the lines like maybe you don’t want to stand at the podium after a night of debauchery. I can see you looking all disheveled and imagine you still smell like me.” Archie sobered immediately. “Take me back to my car then follow me to Ryan’s Place so I can pack an overnight bag. I need to text my mom.”
“You need Maria’s permission to stay the night?” I couldn’t keep the smirk off my face. “Is it wise to get her hopes up? She clearly loves me and has decided we work together.”
“Oh, Ollie. I adore this sassy side of you, and I can’t wait to see the other facets of your personality.” He shook his head like I might be too much to take, but I was glad he found it endearing instead of annoying. “I need to tell Mamma I can’t come to church with her in the morning because I’ll already be there.”
My breath froze in my lungs. “What?”
“Mamma called me before I left for QCD to inform me she, Esther, and Henry are going to your church service in the morning. She invited me to go along.”
“What was your answer?”
Archie tipped his head to the side and gave me a wry grin. “I played hard to get, of course.”
“You mean you weren’t sure,” I countered.
“True,” he admitted. “Religion is a touchy subject for me and one of the reasons why I tried so hard to resist you, Ollie.”
“I think that’s where we need to start our conversation then we can work our way to Ryder.”
“He’s not important,” Archie countered.
“Maybe he’s not important to you now, but I didn’t need Gracie Lou to tell me Ryder mattered to you once.”
“I hate that queen.”
“Archie, you might say the guy isn’t important—”
“You don’t believe me?” All the joy from earlier was gone.
“I believe he’s not important to you anymore, but I can see you’re still important to him. That’s all I meant. He’s not going to go away, and to be fair, I need to know how hard I’ll need to fight to keep you.”
Archie sucked in a sharp breath and slowly released it. “Okay. Let’s go. We’re losing valuable time, and I know you’re not going to want to skimp on the talking time to get to the sexy time.” He headed for the passenger side of the car. “Tick tock, Ollie.”
I unlocked the car with my key fob and hustled to the driver side. I didn’t drive as erratically as Archie, but I was tempted to give it a shot. The drive to QCD was too short to strike up a meaningful conversation. I accepted the short kiss Archie gave me before getting out then followed him across town to Ryan’s Place. I would’ve waited for him in the car, but he beckoned me forth with a crook of his long, graceful finger.
“I want to see you in my space,” he said when I joined him on the porch. “I want to look at the chaise in the corner of the room and picture you sitting there.” I could tell by the intensity in his expression that allowing me into his inner sanctuary was a big deal.
No one was downstairs in the gathering rooms when we walked through the front door, but someone had left the lamp on the foyer table on for Archie. I was again impressed with the homey feel of the place. My pulse increased with every step that brought me closer to Archie’s secret lair. I had a hard time imagining what his room would look like because he guarded his privacy so closely. I knew there was so much more to him than the sassy side he showed in public.
“Here we are,” he dramatically said after he opened the door and turned on the light. “This is where I do most of my fantasizing about getting you naked.” I nearly swallowed my tongue.
“There?” I asked, pointing to his tidy bed covered with a luxurious-looking dark brown comforter and adorned with pillows in earth tones and jeweled colors.
“And there.” Archie pointed to the chaise chair he’d mentioned. The overstuffed chaise was covered with a dark teal velvet, making me wonder how it would feel beneath my bare skin. Then I pictured Archie riding my cock in wild abandon. “I know what you’re thinking. I promise you it will happen someday.” I swallowed hard and looked over at him. His eyes turned a darker shade of green when he was turned on.
“You better release the boys,” I said. “I don’t want to be the source of your misery, Arch. I only want to give you pleasure.”
“Sit!” he said, pointing to the chair. “I’m going to remove my makeup and take a quick shower before we go.” I did as he demanded and earned a “There’s my Golden Boy,” but he said it in a tone I expected him to use if I knelt at his feet and sucked him off at his command. “Stop thinking those dirty thoughts, Ollie.”
Archie quickly entered the bathroom of his master suite and shut the door behind him. I realized I’d have one hell of a view into his bathroom from the vantage point of the chaise. I swiftly rose from the chair and crossed the room. Archie answered after I knocked softly on the door. He hadn’t even had enough time to remove his wig. “Something wrong?”
“Yeah,” I said breathily. “I want to watch you.”
“You want to watch me take off my drag costume and makeup?”
I nodded. “Someday, I hope you’ll let me watch the reverse process too.”
Archie swallowed hard, and his only response was a quick, hard kiss. “Return to your seat,” he said in his dominating tone that made my dick twitch. “Enjoy the show, Ollie.”
I hustled back to the chaise and got comfortable. Archie waited for me to get into position then took off his wig. Under it, he wore something that looked like a stocking. It came off next, and I saw his dark hair appeared to be wet from sweat. I’d never given much thought to wigs before, but I imagined his body heat was trapped underneath and it could make things uncomfortable. Archie turned to face the mirror then smirked when our eyes met because the chaise was at the perfect angle for us to see each other in the reflection.
Archie tore his eyes off mine after a few seconds to focus on his task. He reached up and removed his false eyelashes and returned them to a small case sitting on the vanity. I never knew false eyelashes could be worn more than once. Next, Archie unscrewed the lid off a short, round jar and dipped two fingers inside it to scoop up a thick, white cream. He smeared a thick layer of it all over his face except for his eyes. Then, Archie pulled wipes out of a purple plastic container and began wiping off his eye makeup while he let the white cream work its magic.
Once his eyes were naked, Archie turned on the sink and allowed the water to warm up before dipping a dark washcloth beneath the faucet. I watched as he removed one section of makeup at a time, rinsing the cloth between each one. When he finished, I saw the gorgeous face of the man who captivated me from the moment we met. Watching him remove his makeup felt symbolic like he was baring more to me than just his clean skin.
Archie smiled wryly then reached behind him and slowly slid the zipper down the back of his dress. It was then I realized he must’ve taken off his long, satin gloves during the drive home. Archie held onto the bodice of the dress for a few heartbeats then let go, allowing the satin to slide over the perfect swells of his ass, down his long, lean legs, and pool around his high heels. Seeing him standing there in only a pair of ivory lace boy shorts, stockings, and heels was something I would never forget. I wanted to photograph him just like that. Would he let me?
I reached inside my front pocket and pulled out my cell phone. “May I?” Archie took a big shaky breath but nodded. “Stay just as you are.”
“I’m a mess,” Archie mumbled.
“You’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen.” I heard the awe in my voice and saw how much it affected Archie. I snapped the photo then set my phone down once I made sure my trembling hand didn’t require a retake.
Archie stepped out of his shoes and raised a quirked brow in the mirror. “You can take a few photos, but no nudes.” He turned and propped his foot on the closed toilet lid and reached for the lacy band around his white stockings at the same time I picked up my phone. I snapped a few of him carefully sliding the silky stocking down his leg and a few more when he switched to the other one.
“This is where we put the phones down,” Archie said with a wry smile. “There’s nothing gracious or glamorous about this part.”
“Will it hurt?” I couldn’t imagine shoving my balls up inside me then taping my dick to my taint.
“It’s something you get used to, but it’s quite uncomfortable at first.” Archie turned his back to me once more and slid his underwear down his legs then spread his legs and reached between them. The vanity mirror wasn’t low enough for me to see beneath his belly button, so I couldn’t see what his hands were doing. Archie squatted a bit, and I could see his hands moving between his legs. I heard him removing the tape before he tossed it in the trash can. He reached between his legs, and I wondered if he was urging his balls to drop back into his sac. He closed his legs, blocking my view from seeing anything else. “Turned off yet?”
I jerked my eyes away from his ass to meet his gaze. I hated the hesitance I saw there. What had other men done to him to make him so gun-shy? I cupped my aching dick through my jeans, stroking up and down a few times. “Does this look like I’m turned off? The only thing hotter would be seeing your dick and balls through the lacy fabric.”
“Ollie,” Archie said breathily.
“Get in the shower,” I commanded. “Leave the door open so I can watch through the mirror.”
Archie turned and walked to the shower, allowing me to see his full, firm balls and semi-hard cock. “I won’t take long.”
“I won’t either,” I squeaked.
“Hands off the goods,” Archie said with a raised brow before he opened the glass door and stepped inside.
I saw his movements in the reflection of the mirror, and I’d never seen anything as sexy as him washing and rinsing his hair. I was so jealous of the shampoo suds cascading down his body but knew I’d soon get my chance. Archie quickly washed his body with a loofah and shower gel before he turned the shower off and opened the door to grab the towel. I wanted to get up and cross the room to dry him off myself, but he’d told me to stay put. Archie ran the towel roughly over his head, making his hair stick up everywhere. My eyes followed the motion of the towel as he rubbed it across his chest and down his abdomen before drying his arms. My eyes locked on his hard-on and the smooth skin at the base of his cock. I wanted to kiss him there before taking his dick in my mouth.
“You’re thinking dirty thoughts again, Ollie,” Archie said in a rough voice.
“Can you hear my dick weeping from over there?”
“Is that what I heard while I was in the shower?”
“That was me moaning with the need to touch you,” I confessed.
Archie wrapped the towel around his waist and padded into the room, looking sexy, smug, and delicious. “You want to touch me, Ollie?”
“Here? Now?”
“Can you think of a better time?” he asked, standing at the foot of the chaise. He hooked his hands in the towel and waited for me to answer him.
“I thought you wanted to talk first to clear the air and—”
“Ollie, is there anything I can say about religion that will change your feelings for me?”
“No.”
“Is there anything I can tell you about my past relationships that will make you want to run in the opposite direction?”
“No.”
“Is it the man answering no or is it his dick? I need to know, Ollie.”
I thought about what he was asking me for about half a second. “It’s me, Arch. All of me wants all of you, but I can wait if you’re not sure.”
His answer was to open the towel and drop it. I sat up straight, scooted to the end of the chaise, and placed my hands on his narrow hips. I kissed his tightly bunched abs and dipped my tongue inside his navel.
“Ollie,” Archie softly moaned as I kissed a path toward his bobbing erection. “You’re such a tease.”
“Am not,” I whispered against his quivering flesh. I stuck out my tongue and licked the smooth skin above the base of his cock. “I deliver.” He tried to push my shoulders back so I’d lie on my back, but I wasn’t interested in him rutting against me. I dug my fingers into his hips, stilling him. “You’re not always going to be in charge, Arch.”
He fisted his hands in my hair, rocking his hips so his dick rubbed up against my bristled chin. It could leave marks on his sensitive flesh, but I liked knowing he could look down tomorrow morning and be reminded of this moment.
“Suck me,” he demanded. “I’ve been thinking of your mouth on me forever.”
I shifted one hand between his parted legs to gently cup his balls while I lifted his cock to expose its underside with the other. I lowered my head, angling it to the side so I could place my tongue against his ball sac, then I licked a slow, wet trail from his balls to the tip of his leaking dick. “Mmmm,” I said when I tasted his precum.
“Ollie,” he moaned, sounding as desperate as I felt.
I sucked the flushed, round head inside my mouth and French-kissed the tip, rolling my tongue around and around, then I pushed back his foreskin with my tongue to reach the sensitive spot beneath the crown.
“Yes!” Archie’s hands tightened in my hair. He rocked his hips faster, desperate to get inside my mouth, but I tightened my lips around the crown, halting his progress. “You’re so mean.” I loved how frantic he sounded to have his dick all the way inside my mouth and pleasing him felt much more important to me than teasing him, so I loosened my lips, relaxed my jaw, and lowered my head until my nose touched the bare skin at the base of his cock.