18. Daemon

M y hand flexes around the base of his cock as I suck him deep, relishing in the heavy weight of him against my tongue. I love sucking cock, it’s something I’ve enjoyed ever since I did it for the first time. The act of it, the feel of it, the lack of connection it requires, all of it favorable, but nothing or no one has ever tasted as good as Archer fucking Gray. His cock is hard and thick in my mouth, as I bob my head back and forth and he watches me with rapt attention.

“Oh, fucking hell, Daemon,” he gasps, his hands snapping forward to grip my hair, and I prepare myself for the panic at his touch. Yet my name falling from his lips distracts me completely, slicing right through me and making my stomach flip.

I shouldn’t be doing this, I know that. I shouldn’t be blurring the lines I have drawn in the sand between us multiple times. Yet with every taunt and text, he hammers against the impenetrable wall around me, and I am becoming addicted to his onslaught. His fingers flex at the base of my neck, digging into my skin there, and the bite of pain has me swallowing around his cock, making him groan. I can tell from the tightness of his hands that he wants more, needs more, and I am ready to give him everything, but not before he begs for it.

“What’s the matter, Golden Boy, did you need something?” I tease, pulling back and lapping at the head of his cock, before slowly closing my mouth around him again and making him choke out a moan. “Come on, I’m not one of your delicate little followers that hang on your every word, you can’t hurt me, no matter how hard you try,” I add, jerking him roughly in my palm, my thumb smudging the fresh pre-cum across his crown like he is my own personal piece of art. “Did any of them ever even let you fuck their throat? Did they let you fuck their mouths raw until you stained it with your cum?” I ask, and I swear his eyes almost roll into the back of his head at my words.

“Fuck, I don’t think I have ever been this hard,” he grits, watching me in fascination, his fingers massaging the chain around my neck. “Your mouth feels so fucking good,” he adds in praise, and fuck, all I can do is imagine spreading him out beneath me and fucking him hard, while he praises how fucking good my cock would feel in his ass.

“Tell me what you need, Archer,” I whisper, his name rolling off my tongue far too easily, as I suck the crown of his dick roughly. My free hand reaches down to palm my own hard and aching cock, as I add, “Beg for it, and I will fucking give it to you.”

With every word that falls from my lips his fingers bite more into my neck, his ocean blue stare holding me hostage, as he leans up off the fridge and towers over me. “I need to fuck your mouth please,” he murmurs softly, slowing pushing his cock against my eager tongue, guiding my mouth down his length until I almost gag. “I need you to choke on my cock, until I have fucked away every curse and barb that you have ever tossed my way,” he adds, dragging his cock back and then roughly snapping his hips. “I need to flood your mouth with my cum until this maddening obsession for you stops fucking keeping me awake at night, because you’re all I can fucking think about.”

Fuck.

Every word from his mouth is my undoing, unravelling every argument we’ve ever had, until only need remains. My free hand fumbles with my shorts, shoving them down and gripping my own leaking cock, as he begins to fuck my mouth. I stroke myself while bobbing my head back and forth, meeting his every thrust, until we find a delicious rhythm that has his hands ripping at my hair. And I want nothing more than to please him, to suck his cock so fucking perfectly that it erases anyone else that ever came before me, because Archer Gray is fucking mine.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it, look at you, look how fucking good you look on your knees with my cock in your mouth,” he praises, no longer caring how loud he is being, and pulling a deep guttural groan from the back of my throat as he plows it with his dick. “See what you fucking do to me, what only you do to me,” he grits through his teeth, as his cock hits the back of my throat again and again.

I move my head faster, my tongue harder, my hand rougher, letting him fuck my mouth, as I fuck my fist, and pain has never felt so good. Sensing how much more I can take he pushes further, deeper, shoving his dick rougher and harder against my tongue, until tears are streaming down my face, and it only makes him crazier. Yet still I don’t stop, I can’t, not until I taste his salty release on my tongue, a thought that has me swallowing around his length when he hits the back of my throat once more.

“Daemon,” he groans out, long and loud, and honestly I don’t care if he wakes up the whole fucking house. Let them hear him moan my name, let them watch as he fucks my mouth so perfectly that I will never be the same again.

Sweat begins to line his forehead, as he grips my head even tighter in his hold, fucking me like I have never been fucked before. Bruising my throat with his cock and staining my face with tears, but he doesn’t stop, and I don’t want him to. I take it, swallowing every inch of him over and over, until he is grunting and panting with every snap of his hips.

He hits the back of my throat again, pulling moans from my own, as a splutter of praise falls from his lips. “Yes, Daemon, take it, I fucking need you to take it,” he spits desperately, tipping his head back, and I can tell he’s close from the way his entire body shudders, making me fuck my hand even faster.

When I swallow around him again he explodes, calling out my name loudly, as he tumbles over the edge, and hot spurts of his delicious cum paint the back of my throat like a fucking canvas. My hand doesn’t falter for a second, jerking him until every last drop is on my tongue, and then my own hips snap into my other fist, chasing my release with the heavy weight of him still inside my mouth.

My own release dances up my spine, with his still on my tongue, and my throat burns from his assault, the pain lighting me up inside, as cum shoots from the end of my dick onto the floor in an erotic display. Fuck. That was good, too good, and when I rise to my feet, Archer is watching me like I am the answer to all his fucking prayers, and I know I’ve taken it too far.

Fuck. Why do I do this?

Leaning forward, I brush my cum-covered fingers across his mouth, before reaching upward to seal my lips to his, tasting my release. He opens his mouth instantly, expecting the kiss, except I don’t kiss him. I spill his cum across his tongue so it mixes with my own, massaging them together until he is dragging me against his lean body, moaning into my mouth. His cock is still out, and I can feel the heat of his tip burning through my shirt, and fuck I want to taste him again, but I can’t. Everything I touch I break, and I won’t be his fucking downfall, so instead of lingering, I pull back and memorize his pleasure-dazed face. I want him, but I can’t have him.

“Did you like me sucking your cock, Gray?” I ask, watching as he swallows the mixture of our cum without pause, nodding furiously. “Then congrats, I’m pretty sure you’re bisexual too,” I grunt, pushing away from him roughly and stumbling back, until I can grab the bottle of water I came down for. “Goodnight,” I add with a nod, before fleeing the kitchen and retreating to the safety of my room, with only one thought in my mind.

Archer fucking Gray is the best thing I have ever tasted.

I am so fucked.

After a night where my sleep was plagued by my fucking teammate and not my trauma, I am ready to forget all about last night and move on. So imagine my surprise, when I round the corner and once again come face to face with Archer Gray in my fucking kitchen. Both him and Reign are sitting at my breakfast bar, sipping coffee like they fucking own the place, and when I lock eyes with Archer, my heart begins to thunder in my chest.

He smiles, opening his mouth to speak, but I cut him off, as I snap, “What the fuck are you two still doing here?”

Archer instantly frowns, making me feel like more of a prick than usual, especially when I feel like I can still taste him on my tongue. Yet of course, he takes it on his chin like he does every other time, smirking as he replies, “And good morning to you too, Forbes ,” he spits, emphasizing my last name in a way that cuts right through me, before he adds, “How did you sleep?”

I eye him with warning before I grit, “Like a damn baby, now fuck off back to your own house.”

His frown only deepens, as I pour myself a cup of coffee and lean on the counter by the fridge, so close to where I was on my knees for him not even twelve hours ago. Yet I act as if it doesn’t bother me in the slightest, as Reign laughs. “Damn, and I here I thought you’d be giving out warm welcomes,” he purrs, with a sweet, almost knowing smile, eying me over his cup, and I can’t help but glare at him.

“Careful now, you only just got rid of that black eye from Halloween, wouldn't want you to end up with another,” I warn darkly, but his smirk only widens.

“Alright, don’t get your knickers in a twist, Forbes. Besides, I’m pretty sure Archer wouldn’t approve of you hitting on me,” he muses, before shaking his head and adding, “I’m sorry, I mean hitting me.”

I open my mouth to respond, as Archer stares at his friend, as if trying to rip open his mind and read his thoughts. Yet before I can say anything, Hallie wanders into the kitchen, wearing only my best friend’s jersey, with him hot on her heels, and when he spies to the two pricks sitting at the counter he grumbles, “What the fuck are you guys still doing here?”

Reign smirks, delighted to be getting under both mine and Josh’s skin, as he raises his cup of coffee in the air. “Ahhh it’s the newlyweds,” he toasts, and I flick my eyes between him and Archer, who is still watching his friend closely, before he sighs, looking from me to Josh.

“We were too hungover to leave before coffee,” Archer explains, looking at me once more, before smirking and focusing on Hallie. “Nice legs, Mrs. Peters,” he purrs, and I grind my jaw, itching to grab him and punish his fucking mouth, but thankfully, Josh storms towards him and smacks him across the back of his head.

“Keep your eyes off my wife, and her legs, you little man whore,” my best friend commands, and I don’t think I have ever loved him more.

Hallie quickly shifts behind the counter, hiding her bare legs from Archer and his fucking prying eyes, and even though it’s not her fault, I can’t help but look at her in disdain. Yet when her eyes meet mine, she smiles softly. “Morning, Daemon,” she greets me brightly, and I soften a little, but knowing I can’t bring myself to speak right now, all I do is nod.

Archer watches us both closely before focusing back on Josh. “Peters, we are heading to the rink later for a game if you want, nothing major, just us and a few of the guys from the team.” He doesn’t bother extending the invite to me, nor does he look in my direction as he invites my best friend, and I’m grateful to be finding ourselves back in our usual territories, no matter how hot last night was.

“I can’t, I’ve got family dinner at my parent’s house, where I have to tell my father I ignored his wedding plans and went ahead with my own,” Josh replies, shaking his head, and both Archer and Reign smirk.

“Well that sounds fun,” Reign drawls, still watching me closely, and I try not to fidget beneath his scrutiny.

“Oh yeah, it will be the perfect family catch up,” Josh claps back, the weight of having to deal with his father clinging to him in a way I know all too well, as he moves to stand beside his new wife.

“No worries, man,” Archer replies with a smile, as if they are somehow friends now, before he stands and dumps his now empty mug in the sink, and Reign quickly follows suit. “I guess we'll just see you at practice tomorrow,” he adds, staring at me in wonder like he expects me to say something, but he shakes his head slightly and once again focuses on Hallie. “And Hals, I’ll see you and your nice legs in class,” he adds with a wink, before Reign gives me one last lingering look, pushing him out of the room and muttering something about a death wish.

Problem is, I’m not sure if he is talking about Josh, or me.

My eyes are still staring after where they just exited, as my best friend curses, “I’m gonna kill that fucker one of these days, he’s a pain in the ass.”

Hallie and I both smirk at that, as she rushes to take one of the stools they just vacated, and waves her hand in the direction they left. “Ignore Arch, he’s like that with everyone, I swear it’s just a defense mechanism. He’s not as bright and happy as he seems,” she explains, sipping her coffee, and I can’t help but wonder how well she knows him.

“Then what’s he like?” I ask without thinking, and I feel Josh snap his attention in my direction, but I can’t look at him. Not when he would see the truth in my eyes, but from the way his new wife is now assessing me, I’m sure she already sees it.

“I think he’s lonely,” she starts softly with a shrug, like she is truly thinking carefully about his words. “I think he just needs someone to want him, to need him, and I mean truly need him, so he can live up to his full potential. He has a big heart, I’m just not sure he knows how to use it yet.”

I do want him, I think that’s always been my problem, and last night? Fuck, I definitely needed him last night, but I am not who he needs to find his full potential. I wouldn’t help him spread his wings and fly, I’d chop them off and have him flailing from the sky.

No, I need to forget about Archer Gray, and the sweet taste of his cum.