Chapter 17

CHAPTER 17

TAKESHI

My husband was so beautiful when he was desperate.

God, I loved it.

Did I expect us to reach this point today? No, I hadn’t.

We’d been playing around with each other for a while now. It started with kissing and long make out sessions that involved some grinding. That shifted to hand jobs and blow jobs. I’d rimmed him once, to which he came in a matter of minutes.

But this was the end game.

Me buried inside his tight ass while he wailed for me to give him what he needed. Yeah, it was exactly what we both wanted.

I’d never wanted to speak as badly as I did now. If I had my voice, I’d tell him all the dirty thoughts running through my mind.

Look how gorgeous that cock is.

You’re so hard for me.

You love how your husband fucks you.

So greedy for my cum, aren’t you?

I love this ass. I want to live in it.

Since I couldn't say any of those things, I had to work ten times harder to show how much this all meant to me. I had to make him feel good. To make his pleasure the focus of this experience.

As I stroked his cock, he twitched and grunted beneath me. I kept a steady pace with my hips, not too slow or too fast. My hand alternated the movement, giving him the feeling of being stuffed full and then fucking into something tight himself.

I’d never experienced the sensation, but I imagined it had to be ecstasy.

“Close,” he said between heavy breaths. “I’m so close. Oh, please. Takeshi… Make me… Need you… Feels so good.”

His orgasm came the next second, bursting from him and making a mess of us both. I watched, eyes transfixed, even as I fought my own release. With his body pulsing around mine, it was a losing battle.

I dropped my forehead to his as my dick twitched inside him, my release filling him up. It was gloriously messy this way, taking him bare. I reveled in knowing he’d have a part of me this way. I’d never done this with anyone else, and I never would.

My hope was that by the end of this arrangement, Archie would want to stay with me. I dreamed of us being together in the long run.

I’d seen what it was like to fall fast. The guys at the office had done it. First Cohen and Godric, though they tried to play the friend roles first. When they let go though, it was a roller coaster straight into forever.

Ronan was next, his infatuation with Damari instant the second he saw him. Memphis too, because Sinclair took up all his attention after that cup of coffee he went to hunt down. Orion and I were the only two left if you kept Tank out of it.

And knowing what I did, he was already spoken for. It was only a matter of time until we all found out.

With Archie, I understood how everyone around me could claim to feel different all of a sudden. It was like one minute I was trudging along in life, and the next I felt like I could truly breathe for the first time.

“You were amazing.”

I wanted to tell him that he was amazing too.

I wanted to encourage him with my words. Prove to him that this wasn't one-sided.

But that wasn't possible.

So I did what I could. I nudged my nose against him, soft and slow, letting him feel the way my heart kicked up a notch when he was close.

He smiled brightly at me, the affection clear in his gaze.

I wanted to roll around in it. To feel it every second of every day. I could spend forever in this bed with him, and I would never be bored.

Sadly, life couldn’t work out that way. We had other things to do, other things to discuss.

It was with great reluctance that I climbed off him and rolled to the side. He followed my movement, turning to face me. I'm not sure if he realized I wanted to speak to him or if he was just being kind by grabbing the tablet on the bedside table.

Either way, he handed the device over. I opened u the notes app we'd been using earlier and typed out.

So we're doing this?

When I showed him the message, he laughed. “I think we are. I don't know what it means that a relationship intended to get me citizenship turns out to be the best one of my life, but I'm not going to ignore the obvious.”

I raised my brow in question. He waved a hand between us.

“You can't tell me you don't feel this, this connection that we have, this well of desire I can't seem to shake when you're around.”

I shook my head at him, then kissed his lips gently. I knew exactly what he meant. It was, for lack of a better word, perfect. It was balanced.

Being with him wasn't an inconvenience in any way. It wasn't a hardship.

I also could barely believe that a relationship that was originally intended to save us both had so quickly turned into something more.

Of course, I wouldn't let the guys know that right away. They’d give me shit about it from now into eternity.

Didn’t much matter though. They would figure it out soon enough. I had no doubt in those observant assholes.

Archie leaned forward, pressing his face into my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. There was no rush for anything, no need for one of us to get up and head out the door. We could simply be together.

It's part of why we worked so well already. Even in my silence, I felt full of life when he was around. I didn't care that it took a little longer to communicate with him. For that, we had to take time to find workarounds for certain things others took for granted.

Every minute with my husband was worth it.

Archie hummed against my skin. “I would never wish you to be hurt, but I can't say that I hate the position we're in now. I don't know that I would have ever found you otherwise.”

I understood where he was coming from. I had already been through the same dilemma. My injury and the recovery afterwards have never been anything I’d consider a ‘blessing’ in my life. It's one of the most painful things I've ever been through.

But I survived.

I survived, and I pushed through and now I have him. Somehow it made it all worth it. We were new, far too new to be thinking things like that.

Tell that to my heart, though.

The damn thing didn't care.

Time wasn't a factor in how I felt.

We laid in bed together for a while, simply basking in the post sex haze. It was only when I felt the stickiness of our release between us that I realized we should probably get up and shower. There was no getting this off with how long we waited.

When we pulled apart, there was a horrible squelching noise. Archie looked down, then stuttered out a laugh at the way his cum had latched on to both of our bodies.

I chuckled as well, not just for his amusement, but for the entire situation. Leading him into the shower, I made sure to get the water warm before we stepped into the stall.

Together we worked slowly and methodically to clean one another. It was almost like an extension of our time together in bed. I trailed my fingers over his body, exploring his smaller frame. He let me, his eyes taking in each movement I made.

As it came time for me to get clean, he returned the favor, making sure to rub down every single crevice he could, leaving nothing behind. When he was on his knees, he looked up at me, a smirk on his face.

“How could I know if it's clean if I don't test it out?”

That's the only thing he said before his mouth wrapped around my cock, and he went about blowing my mind. I fought to gain traction against the slippery walls as pleasure raced through me.

My husband was on a mission, that much was clear. He wasn't trying to tease me or draw it out like I had. Archie wanted me to come.

And within seconds I did.

It was the fastest blowjob I'd ever experienced. Maybe even in the history of the universe. I don't know. I figured that wasn't something you could really keep track of.

But damn it, it was still as hot as ever.

My brain was too out of it to make sense of my strange thoughts.

I tried to catch my breath as he moved to stand. He winced, which drew my attention immediately. I pulled him close, tucking his body into me. He patted my chest as if to placate me.

“Don't worry. Just forgot how rough tile is on the knees.”

I nipped at him, clacking my teeth together in a way that said I didn't want to hear about him with other men. Because really I didn't. I wasn't the type to be super jealous of past lovers. I didn't really care who my partner had been with before me, so long as they were faithful.

With my husband, I cared.

I wanted to be the only man in his life, the only person that he saw fit to reference in his memory. It was a foolish idea, but I still held strong to it.

He laughed, throwing back his head. “Okay, I get it, you caveman. No talk of anyone else. Just for the record, I could have been talking about cleaning out my bathtub or scrubbing my kitchen floors. Your dirty mind just assumed I was talking about being on my knees for sex.”

At my shocked expression of being duped, he laughed even harder. I soaked up the sound, happy and content with how life had gone, with how peaceful things seemed. I should have known it wouldn't last forever. Life had already shown me once how, when you let your guard down, shit went sideways.