21. Lyric

21

LYRIC

W e reach the frat house and Archer pushes the door open, pulling me inside, dragging me up to his room. He closes the door behind us, trapping me in his space. I look around, my defiance waning as the reality of the situation sinks in.

"What do you want, Archer?" I ask, my voice quieter now, almost pleading.

"I want you to understand something, Lyric," he says, stepping closer to me and backing me against the wall. My heart races in my chest and I can feel the warmth of him this close. "You don't get to play games with me anymore."

My eyes flicker with fear, but stubborn determination fills me. "And what if I want to play games? What if I'm done playing by your rules?" I whisper, my voice growing steadier.

He leans in, his lips brushing my ear as he speaks. "Then I'll need to remind you of who's really in control here." I take a deep breath, steadying my racing heart. He thinks he can control me and bend me to his will, but he's wrong.

I glance up at him, watching him as he eyes me with a mix of frustration and desire. He thinks he's won, but he doesn't realize that the game has just begun. I straighten up, squaring my shoulders.

"You think you can control me, Archer?" I say, my voice steady and strong. "Think again."

His eyes narrow, a flicker of confusion crossing his face. I take a step closer, closing the distance between us. "You want to play rough? Fine. But don't expect me to simply roll over and take it."

Before he can react, I reach up and pull him into a fierce kiss, pouring all my pent-up anger and frustration into it. He stiffens, clearly taken aback, but then he responds, his hands gripping my waist. I let him think he's in control for a moment longer before I pull back, leaving him breathless.

"I'm not the same girl you used to know, Archer," I say, my voice low and challenging. "I've changed. And if you think you can break me, you're in for a surprise." I step closer, pushing him back until he's against the bed. His eyes darken with something that looks like a mix of desire and anger. I can feel the heat between us, the unspoken tension that's been building for weeks.

Archer's hands move to my hips, pulling me against him. "You've got a lot of nerve, Lyric," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "But nerve won't be enough to save you."

I smirk, running my hands up his chest. "We'll see about that."

He flips me onto the bed, pinning me beneath him. For a moment, I lose myself in the intensity of his gaze, the way his body feels against mine. But I can't let him win, not this time. I reach up and pull him into another kiss, softer this time, more intimate. He responds eagerly, his hands roaming over my body as if he can't get enough.

I push him back just enough to look into his eyes. "If you want me, you can have me. But I want you to show me exactly how badly you want me."

He growls low in his throat, a sound that sends a shiver down my spine. "You're playing a dangerous game, Lyric."

"Maybe," I reply, threading my fingers through his hair, "but I'm not playing alone." His lips crash down on mine again, more demanding this time, and I can't help but respond, running my hands over the hard planes of his body as I kiss him hard before pulling away.

"Here's how this is going to work," I say, mimicking the words he used the other day and turning them back on him. "You're going to show me how good you can make me feel and maybe I'll let you fuck me," I whisper in his ear. A shiver runs down his spine at my words and his eyes seek mine, desire rippling through them.

"What do you want?" Archer asks, his hands moving to cup my ass, squeezing it through my leggings. "How can I make you feel good?"

"I want you to kneel," I tell him. "I want you on your knees for me this time. Show me that you can be a good boy and get me off and I'll let you fuck my pussy." I cup his face in my hands. "Can you be a good boy for me?"

It sends a thrill down my spine when Archer's eyelashes lower and he bites his lip, nodding. I push him off me and watch as he sinks to his knees on the floor. Scooting to the end of the bed, I spread my thighs, leaning back on my hands as Archer pulls down my leggings and my black, silk panties, then he parts my pussy lips with his fingers, diving in with a long, wet stripe.

A moan rips from within as Archer's lips wrap around my bud, sucking hard. My hands move to fist in his hair, toying with the blond strands as he focuses all his attention on my throbbing clit. His tongue flicks out, rubbing against it relentlessly as he sucks, his fingers moving down to penetrate my entrance.

I slap them away. "Keep your hands behind your back," I tell him, enjoying this power trip I'm on right now. I feel like I've gained back more control than I've had in a long time, and it's making me feel almost drunk with giddiness.

Archer's hands move behind his back, one hand cupping the other elbow as he continues, his face smeared with slick as he glances up at me. His long lashes lower, brushing against his cheeks as I hook my legs behind his head and pull him right against me.

He squirms for a moment but then relaxes as he begins to drag his tongue down to thrust into my entrance, lapping against me over and over. Another groan escapes me and I tug the strands of his hair. His nose brushes against my clit and I grind into him, desperation filling me.

This is utterly intoxicating and my head spins with the pleasure Archer is giving me. I feel like I can finally understand why they seem to enjoy dominating me so much. It's a rush.

"Faster," I groan out, rutting against his face. The soft scrape of his light stubble against my sensitive places makes everything tingle so much brighter, like a supernova on the verge of imploding. "Fuck!" I cry out, throwing my head back.

Archer's lips and tongue move back up to focus on my fleshy gem once more, sending a string of expletives tumbling out of my mouth as the intense pressure starts building and building. I know I'm not going to last much longer, but I want to draw this out as long as possible.

His tongue flicks out again, drawing tiny shapes against me as he sucks on me, and white-hot pleasure explodes out of me as I come, my head lolling backward as I lose myself in the sensation.

"Good boy," I tell him, stroking his cheek as he pulls away, his face shiny with my slick. "Come up here and fuck me now."

He stands, and I pull him down onto the bed on top of me, waiting as he takes his clothes off and lines himself up at my entrance. As he starts to slide home, I yank him down for a thorough kiss, tasting myself on his lips.

"Oh, God," I whimper as his thick cock fills me up immediately, pressing against all the right places. "Take me, Archer. Show me how much you want me."

Archer's hips snap into mine, hands flying to my hips to grip them tightly. "Anything you want, baby," he says, his voice ragged as he pumps in and out of me. "Gonna make you feel good. Gonna please you, not gonna stop until you're completely wrecked," he promises.

My hands slide over his body, the sweat-slicked skin feeling warm and soft under my fingers. I want this man so deeply connected to me that I forget where he ends and I begin. Desperation rises and I move as well, my own hips working in rhythm with his as we come together over and over.

He readjusts, moving my legs so my knees are bent, giving him a deeper angle to work with as he pants and slamming hard into me. My core feels tight as my body tenses up, the pleasure cresting through me like a tsunami, threatening to overwhelm me.

"Harder!" I cry out, digging my nails into Archer's arms as he complies, fucking me with rough, hard thrusts that shake the bed. We're probably being too loud, too much, but for once, I don't care who hears us or who knows that I'm in his room right now.

For once, I'm not thinking of propriety or trying to be everything I need to be for my son. Right now, all I'm focused on is enjoying myself as much as possible, being young, reckless and chasing pleasure.

Archer's thrusts grow erratic as his hips stutter to a stop, tensing as he releases deep inside me as my own orgasm hits.

"Archer!" I cry out, yanking him toward me for a sharp, searing kiss. "Fuck!"

The door flies open, and Levi stands there, shock on his face. "What the hell is going on in here?" he demands. "I could hear you two all the way down the hall!"

"Shut the damned door!" I yell, still riding out the last of my orgasm. Levi blinks and complies, shutting the door behind him.

"Get over here," I add, glancing up at him. "You want to be with me, you can come and make me feel good."

Levi's expression morphs from confused to irritation in the span of about five seconds as he processes the situation. He takes in my new, shorter haircut, my smoky eye makeup, and the low-cut tank I'm still wearing and his expression shifts into something more intrigued, filled with lust.

"I'll be right there," he says, his voice husky.