I DIDN’T JUST TAKE ARCHIE off to a dark corner and ravish him, no matter how tempting it was. I wanted to seduce more than just his body. I wanted to engage all his senses until all he could hear over the pounding of his heart was the sound of my voice, the only thing he tasted was me, the only thing he felt was my hands touching and teasing him, and the only smell to tickle his nose was our combined arousal when we finally came together.
I’d been coming to the museum since I was a little kid and knew the permanent collections like the back of my hand. In the African Art section, I slid my hand beneath his jacket to feel the swell of his ass while looking at the various pieces of art collected by Carl Steckelmann during the 1880s and 1890s. While touring the Contemporary Art, I licked the shell of his ear and purred when a shiver worked its way through his body. Archie loved the robot made entirely of old televisions and radios, he loved the way I tugged his earlobe between my teeth more.
“You’re really bad,” he whispered choppily. “Aren’t you afraid we’ll get picked up on camera?”
“Have you noticed I’ve angled my body to hide my roaming hands, and I really don’t care if the security guard is up there cowering in the corner because one gay man licked the ear of another.” I ran my hand down the length of his arm until I reached his hand then linked our fingers. “Would you like to see more of my favorite pieces?”
“This does end well for me, right? Is this payback for me teasing you during bingo?”
I tilted my head to the side as I was considering it. “I would be justified to get even, don’t you think?”
“Maybe a little.”
“It’s not what I’m doing, baby. I’m just a man who’s enjoying spending time in one of his favorite places with his absolute favorite man. If I could strip you bare and ride you in the middle of the American drawings, I would do it.”
“Oh God,” he whispered. “I’d love it too. How much money do you think we’d need to donate to have the museum to ourselves for a night?”
“More than either of us will ever have,” I replied dryly. “We’ll settle for the next best thing.”
The tour continued with long French kisses among the European paintings, drawings, and sculptures and teasing strokes along the rigid length of his cock while taking in the Musical Instruments Collection.
“I have something for you to blow, Golden Boy,” Archie whispered darkly in my ear while we read the information about the Raven Rattle from 1914 originating from Queen Charlotte Islands, British Columbia.
In the Fashion Art and Textiles, Archie temporarily forgot about me when he laid eyes on the Chanel, Dior, and Vionnet collections. “Does Trix see something she likes?”
“These gowns would go great with the stockings I’m wearing beneath these trousers.” Archie looked at me then, and I realized he hadn’t forgotten about my being there while he lusted over sumptuous fabrics. He was biding his time to get even. “I even wore a garter belt for the special occasion.”
A quickie in a dark corner was no longer an option. I needed privacy and a bed. I didn’t want to utilize the horny, cow-like sculpture labeled a Rhyton Vessel. “He’s as horny as I am,” I said pointing to the long, curving horns.
“It appears to have a saddle on the back of it,” Archie said. “Do you think it’s strong enough to support our weight. I could straddle Rhyton, and you could straddle me.”
Archie pulled me in front of him and pressed his dick against my ass. I reached up and slid my hands through his thick, dark hair. Sex between us was always explosive, but I knew it would be off the charts by the time we finally got back to my house.
“What I wouldn’t give to pull your cock out and stroke it right here.”
I pressed my ass harder against the bulge in his pants. He was harder than I’d ever felt him before, and the need to feel him buried inside me made me moan out loud.
“Time to go, don’t you think?” I asked.
“Yes, but let’s walk casually so we don’t look like we’ve hidden ancient artifacts in our jackets.”
It was harder to act normal than I thought because I was so in tune with Archie and how badly he wanted me too. It felt like we were emitting a strong enough current between us to cause a fire. We made our way back to the main staircase and had just rounded the final curve before we reached the bottom when we almost ran into the man who had been watching Ryder so intently.
“Pardon me,” he said. He had a melodic British accent and a warm smile, but his dark eyes seemed cold and calculating. “I’m looking for someone. I saw him speaking to you earlier. Tall, blond hair, and blue eyes. His name is Ryder Jameson.”
I suddenly had a bad feeling about the guy and shockingly felt the urge to keep Ryder away from him. “We haven’t seen him since we spoke to him down in the Great Hall.”
“Damn,” he said, sounding irritated. “Thank you, anyway.”
“No problem,” Archie said, shrugging at me when the guy just continued up the stairs at a quick pace.
“What do you suppose that’s about?” I asked once we reached the ground floor.
“It’s not my concern,” Archie replied, leading me toward the exit. “You are my concern. The things I want to do with your body are my concern.”
I handed the valet ticket to the attendant then slid my arm around Archie’s waist. He was absolutely right and thinking about Ryder would just be a damper on our perfect evening. I was so excited to get Archie naked I considered getting a hotel room, but I hadn’t been inside one of those since my last customer booked a cheap room the day before my arrest. I didn’t associate hotel rooms with lovemaking and happiness, so it was probably a trigger.
Archie wasn’t in the mood to play fair. Once we were in the car, he traced his fingers over the straps of his garter belt and around the lacy band of his stockings on his thighs. He reached between his legs and massaged his balls, moaning and telling me how full they felt. Then he stroked his cock and teased his nipples through his crisp, white shirt.
“You’re starting to drive as erratically as me,” Archie teased in a voice darkened by lust and raw need. “I must be a bad influence on you, Golden Boy.”
“I’m glad you finally admit you’re a horrible driver, Arch. I think we both know why I’m driving twenty miles over the speed limit and switching lanes like a race car driver.” At last, I saw my exit sign, turned on my signal, and cut across three lanes of highway to get there just in the nick of time.
The trip once we left the interstate wasn’t very long, but Archie never let up on his seduction. Luckily, he kept his hands to himself, or we’d end up in a plowed field or crashing into a tree. I turned into my lane on two wheels and kicked up rocks and dust as I sped toward my house.
We were out of the car as soon as I put it in park. We rounded the hood at the same time and crashed into each other, hands groping and sliding over hard planes and curved butt cheeks. Our kiss was scorching and feverish with teeth bumping and tongues tangling. I nearly tripped up the steps, and Archie caught my startled gasp and laughter with his mouth. My hands shook so bad I dropped the keychain twice before Archie took it from my hands and unlocked the door.
“These clothes have to go,” I told Archie, pulling off my jacket and tossing it to the ground. “I can’t go another second without knowing what you’re wearing under your pants.”
“I can’t wait to see your reaction,” Archie replied, cupping his swollen cock through the fabric.
I dropped to my feet and pressed my face against the front of his pants. “You’re leaking.” I inhaled the smell of his arousal deep into my nose then went to work on his buckle, button, and zipper. “Oh dear God,” I whispered when I revealed the matching lavender lacy underwear and garter belt. I slid his pants down his legs and waited as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers. “Archie,” I reverently whispered as I ran my finger from the curve of his arched foot, over his toned calf, along the back of his knee where he was ticklish, and up his inner thigh until I reached the top of the soft gray stockings. “You’re so beautiful and sexy.”
Archie slid his hand into my hair and tilted my head back so he could look into my eyes. “You’re the sexy one. I could come from the way you’re looking at me right now.”
“I can do better than that,” I assured him, loving the way his hard dick looked beneath delicate underwear. I leaned forward and tongued his balls through the lace then licked a path up his shaft until I teased the sensitive foreskin around the crown of his cock.
“That is better,” Archie said, pushing against my tongue.
“Not as good as you taste, baby.”
I reached beneath the garter belt to pull his panties down far enough to release his cock. It sprung forward and landed eagerly on the tongue waiting for it. I wasted no time working him in and out of my mouth knowing he had to be close to exploding by that point.
“I won’t last long if you keep it up, baby,” he said huskily.
“I suppose it’s my fault,” I said, leaning back to sit on my heels. Archie’s cock jutted proudly from his body, looking flushed and angry from being hard for so long. I took my time working open the buttons of my shirt while he ripped his open, sending tiny buttons scattering to the floor. I rose to my feet so I could finish undressing until I was completely naked and Archie wore only his stockings, garter belt, and panties pushed to mid-thigh. I retrieved the supplies we needed from the drawer in the coffee table then shoved it out of the way like a man possessed. I climbed onto the couch, rested my forearms on the back of the sofa, and jutted my spread ass cheeks toward him. “Enough foreplay.”
Archie chuckled while he rolled the condom on his dick then squirted lube onto his fingers. I sluttily moaned when he worked me open because I was moments away from getting what I’d craved all night long. “Feel good, baby?”
“Divine,” I said when I felt Archie line the head of his cock to my hole and push against it.
I earned another warm chuckle, but it died the minute my greedy ass pulled him in deeper. “This will be fast and hard,” he said which was the only warning I got before he pushed in to the hilt, pulled back out until only the tip of his cock remained inside me, and drove his hips forward again hard enough to rock the couch slightly. Archie pulled my hair, curving my neck back just how I liked it and started a pounding rhythm which had me coming so hard and fast my vision dimmed. Archie’s orgasm was only a few strokes behind mine, and he hoarsely shouted my name when he filled the condom.
“Now that we’ve taken the edge off,” I said when he pulled out of me and flopped down on the couch, “perhaps you’d like to see the surprise I have for you.”
“Surprise? What surprise? Is this an anniversary or something?”
I thought his panic was endearing and adorable. “I knew how you’d react when you saw the drawing at the museum and thought I’d surprise you with a piece of my art you can hang on your bedroom wall.”
“Why not the dining room or living room?” Archie asked with a furrowed brow. “There’s nothing inappropriate about a bridge is there?”
“I didn’t draw a bridge for you, Arch. I drew something a little bit more…personal.”
I was suddenly overcome with nerves. What if he didn’t like it? I thought it was my best work to date, but he might take one look at it and feel appalled. What if he felt objectified?
“Well, where is it?” he asked excitedly.
“It’s in my bedroom.”
Archie leaped from the couch, pulled his underwear up for better mobility, and extended a hand to help me up. “No one has ever created a drawing just for me. I cannot wait to see what you’ve done.” Archie hopped onto the bed and crossed his legs seductively, almost distracting me from retrieving his gift. “I want my present,” he demanded like a diva.
I crossed to my closet and pulled the framed drawing out and carried it to the bed, so the front was facing me. “I won’t be upset if you don’t l—”
Archie leaned forward and snatched the frame then turned it around to see the drawing. “Oh my God,” he whispered in awe. “Did you draw it from the picture you saved on your phone.”
I nodded. “Do you like it?”
Archie looked at the drawing I made of him removing his stockings the first night we made love. His foot was arched elegantly on the toilet lid as he pushed the stockings toward his knee. I tried so hard to capture all the facets of him that I loved so much, the masculine tone of his gorgeous body, the feminine frills that made him feel powerful, and the hunger in his eyes when he’d looked at me.
“I love it,” he whispered in awe, tracing the line of his back. “It’s the most beautiful gift anyone has ever given me.” He looked at me with tears in his eyes. “I don’t just mean the drawing, Ollie.” Archie rose up from the bed and gently set the frame down like it was a prized treasure. “I’m talking about your love, and the way you see me—all of me. I love you so damn much.”
“I love you too, Arch.” Always. Forever. Until death do us part. I looked forward to adding those words to our declarations someday.