Chapter Twenty-Two
Zoe
I felt two strong hands reach under me and lift me into the air. When I opened my eyes, Archer was staring down at me, cradling me in his arms as he carried me up the stairs. He stopped and swept a strand of hair out of my eyes. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than when I walked in there and saw you sleeping with Abel in your arms.”
“I feel the same way with you looking down at me like that.”
“Come on.” He took me into his room and laid me down on the bed, then hopped up onto the other side. I turned to look at him. His green eyes, once filled with fire and intensity, were burning with an affectionate flame, studying me.
I felt his breath pound against my face before I tasted his lips. He drew it out, his tongue searching slowly, over my hard, then soft pallet. It met mine and curled over the tip, and we danced together, discovering each other as if for the first time.
His hands moved up my side, over the curve of my back, my shoulders, then around my neck. I wrapped my arm around his back and pulled him closer. I needed to feel his body pressed against mine. His cock was hard, bulging out of his pants. I could feel it pressing between my thighs.
He pulled his head back and ran his fingers through my hair. “I want you.” He pressed his body closer.
“You can have me.”
He stroked my chin. “I don’t just want your body, Zoe. I want all of you. What you’ve done for me, these boys—I don’t think I’ll ever stop trying to find ways to thank you. You have no idea…” His voice broke, and I lost control.
My lips swept over his, then found his neck, behind his ear, down toward the forest of hair peeking out of his shirt. I wanted him to know that I was as grateful to him as he was to me. He defended me against Mr. Beetle. He let me into his home and gave me the honor of being with his two boys. But that wasn’t even the best part.
I used to hate waking up in the morning and opening the bakery. Now I couldn’t wait to get up and see what the day would bring because I knew that Archer was there. It got me through all of the hard work I’d put into the bakery.
I reached down and opened his fly so I could pull out his cock. He rolled over onto his back, and let me slip my hand over the shaft. When I took it out, it stood up on its own, a towering monument to masculinity and the force that drove my pleasure.
“You don’t have to…”
I swallowed him whole, taking in every inch. It was hard at first when it hit the back of my throat, but I kept going because I needed to hear him sigh and moan as my lips moved over him, up the shaft then onto the head, where I pulled back and flicked my tongue over the tip.
He reached up and rested his hand on my shoulder. His voice drew out, a long and soft moan. I responded by grabbing his cock by the base, letting it slip over my palm while I turned my head, twisting and pulling on the foreskin.
The second his cock popped out of my mouth, he grabbed me under the arms. “Come here.” He pulled me up, closer to his lips so he could kiss me.
His cock ground against my thigh, his hips moving back and forth. While his lips moved around, behind my ear, where his teeth dug in deep. The static shock became a storm raging inside me, driving my tongue deeper into his mouth while his hand crept under my shirt to unhook my bra.
He threw it down onto the floor and with a roar, flipped me over so that he was on top of me. His shoulders blocked out everything else. He was so big, so solid. I’d be safe in his arms. He kissed down my neck, his teeth dragging along with his lips while he pulled up on my shirt.
When he threw it onto the floor, I sat up so he could see my naked chest. I wanted him to know that it was his. He could do whatever he wanted with it, and I didn’t care if he was gentle or not, just so long as I felt his touch and it came from the heart.
His cock was moving up the back of my jeans, his hand slipping up and down it, pressing in deeper. His hands found their way to my nipples. He didn’t clamp down on them like he did before or bite them. Instead, he let his fingers tease the edges, like flames tickling my skin.
His touch fell just below the threshold and back again. The pressure between my thighs became a tingling sensation, and I felt the moisture building up, filling the dry cracks and hidden places that’d been neglected for so long.
The next thing I knew, he’d flipped me over onto my back, and he was on top of me again. His cock pressed between my legs, pressed through my lips, and rested in the space between. He unbuttoned my pants and began raining kisses down on my sensitive, exposed neck.
He inched my pants down slowly, more focused on paying attention to the rest of my body. His tongue flicked over my nipple. Flint ground against steel, and a spark flew deep into my gut. I was flowing now. I clenched my legs closed, only to have them forced open.
He ripped my pants off and tore my panties away like tissue paper. “It’s not about where you’re going.” His thumb grazed my clit, and I threw my head back. “It’s about how you get there.” He slid down to the edge of the bed and dove his head between my legs, taking my clit in between his lips. His tongue became a bow, sliding over a violin string, and he was the first chair. The wet pressure, sliding across the surface, became gas to a fire.
I was throbbing, trying to take him in. He noticed the jolt instantly and drove his finger deep inside me. He could read my body and respond to its needs before I even knew what they were. I didn’t want to be selfish. I wanted to do the same for him, but he wasn’t going to let that happen. He was too giving.
His finger was moving faster now. He slid my clit through his lips and looked up to see the expression on my face.
“Oh,” I gasped.
He pulled his body up. His forehead pressed against mine. “I don’t think I’ve wanted anyone more than I want you.” He grabbed his cock by the base. The head ran over my lips and pierced through slowly.
The jolt started on the outside with a soft tickle that spread out down my thighs and into my body. He didn’t pound through. He let his dick pass over the ridges, through to that spot where he let it rest while he moved his lips over mine. It was like he said. It wasn’t about the destination; it was how we got there.
His hands cupped my breasts, and his thumbs flitted over my nipples. He was pulling farther out now, slowly and gently. When he dove back in, a shiver spread throughout my body. Fire met ice, collided, and danced together, creating a steamy cloud of passion.
A shock rolled through me. He caught me off guard and slammed down deep, resting the head of his cock on my spot. As the tempo increased, the passion flared and became a part of me, fueled by his cock pressing further and further inside me.
His mouth never once left my lips. There was something carnal about the way he pushed his tongue through, in time with his cock. It was as if he couldn’t control himself. I didn’t think he could. His face was strained, and his hips were moving so fast that I lost track of what was happening.
The throbbing sensation became an ache. He needed to push further and drive into my core. He was pressing against it now, piercing the shell, moving into places that I didn’t even know existed. He knew my body better than I did.
His face was strained, and his teeth bared. Deep grunts were bubbling out of his mouth. His movements became fierce, a rush that pulled us both in. The world seemed to flash in and out as if the sensation itself was real and the rest was just a dream.
He pulled out, his cock dripping, dove down, and kissed me, then slammed through straight to my core. A wave of moisture poured out. His cock rested against my spot, spewing out warmth and jolts of lightning that spread over my skin and dug in deep, through my muscles, into my bone and marrow, surging through me.
I was stuck in a whirlpool, my head resting above the surface as the water rushed over my skin and pulled me deeper, sucking my head farther and farther down until I was drowning, falling now toward the earth, where I saw Archer lying by my side, his head propped up in his hands.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing that,” he said.
“It’s what you do to me.” I stood up and started getting dressed. “You’ve got this way—I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“I wish we could spend all day, every day exploring each other’s bodies. I could show you things you never thought possible.”
“That sounds like my version of heaven.” I put my bra on and pulled my shirt over my head. “I should go.”
“Why?” he asked.
“I’ve got to get home. I haven’t been there in more than a week, and I’ve got things to do.”
“Zoe, are you sure it’s safe?”
“I have to find out at some point.” I pulled my pants on, staring down at my torn white panties sitting next to them.
He shot up off the bed. “You’re going to wait and see whether or not he tries to hurt you? Is that your plan?”
I sighed and sat down at the edge of the bed. “You’re right. I’m being dumb, but I can’t hide out forever.”
“Stay tonight.”
“Okay.” I laid down next to him and rested my head on his shoulders.