2. Archer

Chapter 2

Archer

I kick my front door shut, hook my finger into the top of Jacob's tie, and pull the knot down. I lean close and drop my voice to a husky whisper. "I'm so glad you came home with me tonight." I slam my mouth over his.

He slides his hands into the back pockets of my jeans and squeezes my arse. I whimper against his lips and suck on his tongue. He tugs me close so our bodies are aligned, and the hard curve of his dick presses against my thigh. Fuck, he's hot in a sweet, awkward, slightly unsure way. I run my fingers through his messy, wavy hair, which is several shades darker than mine. His stubble scrapes against my chin. Will I end up with beard rash as a badge of honour of our encounter?

He gasps and tears his lips from mine. "Bedroom."

"Sexy talk, I like it." I nip his bottom lip, then grab his hand and yank him into my bedroom.

Which is a little chaotic. I'd have tidied up if I'd known I would hook up tonight. He pushes me onto my crumpled bedding, straddles me, rests his arms on either side of my head, and kisses me deeply. Mild-mannered in public but a beast in the bedroom. Perfect. I undo his shirt buttons, push the fabric back, and run my hands over the soft skin of his chest. He has a few wisps of thin, dark hair. I skim my fingertips over his nipples, which harden instantly. I move my hands down, exploring his body, down to his happy trail. The hair is thicker, guiding me to his belt, which I undo. He presses hot kisses to my throat and jaw.

"I need this," he whispers.

I chuckle. "I could tell. Better than getting drunk?"

"So much better. Thank you." He nuzzles his nose against the crook of my neck and inhales deeply.

The warmth of his breath makes my skin tingle. I wrap my arms around his back, hugging him for several moments until he becomes animated again and kisses me mercilessly. He slides his hands under my T-shirt and explores my torso with his soft hands.

I undo his trousers, push them down his thighs, and free his hard, dripping cock. It's a nice handful. Not too long or thick.

"Fuck." He croons the word against my lips and devours my mouth once more.

He pulls at my T-shirt. I do a crunch, so it's easier for him to tug it off me. He throws it onto the floor and then removes his shirt.

I lean on my elbows and lick my lips. "You're hot."

His cheeks pink. "I'm not much to look at."

"Let me be the judge of that, okay? I think you're fucking gorgeous. Why else do you think I flirted with you tonight?"

"Pity."

I arch a brow. "I don't pity you. I fancy you. I want to help you forget whatever's bothering you. Lose yourself in me, Jacob. Give us a night to remember."

"Fuck, you're sexy."

I grin. "Thank you."

He leans down and kisses his way over my chest as he unfastens my jeans and undoes my zipper. I sigh as the pressure on my cock is relieved. I raise my hips, allowing and encouraging him to take my jeans off. My boxer shorts come off too. Jacob stares at me, hunger dancing in his eyes.

"Like what you see?" I run my tongue slowly over my bottom lip.

"Yes."

"So do I." I sit and tug at the waistband of his underwear. "Get naked."

I bite my tongue to keep me from laughing as he hops on one leg and then the other in his hurry to rid himself of his smart trousers and underwear.

"Better." I roll over and crawl up my bed to retrieve a condom and a bottle of lube from my dresser drawer. I spread my legs, waving the condom back and forth. "Top or bottom? I'm vers."

"I prefer to top," he says, his voice confident.

"Thank god. I need a good dicking." I toss the condom and lube to the end of the bed and get on all fours.

The mattress creaks and dips. He caresses my arse and runs his hands down my legs, then sweeps them around and up my inner thighs. His thumb grazes my balls. I whimper and lower my head on to my hands, thrusting my arse higher into the air.

"Warm my arse up, Jacob. Please?"

Cold lube drips down my crack. I shiver and gasp, even though I was expecting it. He trails his finger down my crack and twirls it around my hole. I groan out my appreciation and gyrate my hips. God, I need this. I need him.

He slides his finger inside me and pushes deep. I arch my back and neck. His finger brushes over my prostate, and my whines turn into pants and moans.

"Oh, fuck, Jacob, that feels amazing."

"Yeah? You feel great too."

He wiggles his finger, working it back and forth, teasing my prostate over and over, driving me insane. I thrust against his finger.

"You're needy," he says.

"Very."

"Ready for more?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely."

He adds a second finger, pushes deep, and scissors them.

I whimper. "So fucking good."

"You've got a filthy mouth."

"Only in the bedroom."

He withdraws his fingers and thrusts three inside me hard and fast.

I claw at the sheets. "Oh, god! I'm going to need your dick inside me soon."

"How soon?"

"Fucking soon."

He kisses the small of my back. "You're sexy when you swear."

"Only when I swear?" I infuse fake hurt into my voice.

He laughs. "You're sexy, writhing on my fingers."

"I'll be even fucking sexier writhing on your cock. Fuck me, Jacob. Fuck me real hard."

He slips his fingers out of me. Rustle . Rip. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. My cock and arsehole throb with anticipation. He grips my hips, his fingertips pressing into my skin.

"Ready?"

"God, yes."

He presses the damp head of his cock against my hole, creating wonderful pressure, and pushes inside me. I suck in a breath and release it. He lets out a sigh, which ends as his balls press against my arse.

"You feel so good," he whispers.

"So do you. So fucking good."

He sweeps one hand over my lower back and spine and circles his hips. His cock fills me. Fuck, it's amazing.

"Fuck." I groan, pant, and clench the back of my hand between my teeth.

"You okay?"

"Harder."

He obliges, making each thrust brain-joltingly hard.

"Faster."

He snaps his hips back and forth, grunting with the effort of railing my arse. My body rocks from the impact. My arse muscles go crazy, squeezing his cock tight, pulling him deeper inside me.

"So. Fucking. Good."

"Faster?"

"Fuck, yes."

"Harder?"

"Yes. Fucking hell, yes."

He gives me what I asked for, slamming into me at a frenzied pace. I reach between my legs and whack myself off. He moves the hand he was using to stroke my back to my hip and holds me harder, tighter. He thrusts so vigorously I almost have an out-of-body experience. He cries out. His cock shudders inside me. I work my hand up and down my cock frantically, gasping. My orgasm spills out of me, dousing the covers beneath me in hot, sticky cum.

He collapses on top of me with his cock buried deep in my arse. We're hot and sweaty, and our chests are heaving. I don't care that I'm lying in the wet remnants of my orgasm.

"That was so fucking good," I say between rasping gasps.

"Uh-huh." He kisses my back. "Thank you."

I giggle. "You did all the hard work."

"You invited me home."

"That's because you're gorgeous. I was right about you."

"Oh?"

"The mild-mannered guys are always the hottest in the bedroom. Fuck. So good."

He presses his lips against my shoulder blade and chuckles. "You're welcome."

He eases his cock out of my arse and lies beside me. I turn onto my side so we're facing one another. We gaze into each other's eyes, stroke each other, and trade soft, tender kisses until our breathing returns to normal and our heart rates are less crazy.

"Did it work?" I ask.

"I can't even remember what I was depressed over."

Something in his eyes tells me that's not true.

"You're a wonderful distraction, Archer."

I pinch my bottom lip between my teeth. "Stay the night, and I'll distract you more in the morning."

"How?"

I snort. "I'm sure you can use your imagination. But let's say my mouth is very dirty."

He shivers.

I twirl my fingertip over his chest. "Stay?"

He kisses the tip of my nose. "I'd like that."

He pulls me into his arms so my cheek is against his chest. He rests his chin on my head and strokes his thumbs over my back. I loop my arm over his hip and my leg over his. As one-night stands go, this one was pretty fucking amazing.