22. FUCK MY LIFE

22

FUCK MY LIFE

Summer

It takes a few seconds for him to relax and allow me to touch him. His lips meet mine and the kiss has more intention this time on his end. I miss him. He flips me and gets on top. Neither of us talk. It's like we know, if we do then this is over, and we don't want it to stop. The daylight will worry about itself.

I grab his shirt and help him take it off. He takes off my top. He drops back with a kiss, giving me all his attention. Like he always has. Like I am the only one alive in the whole universe. The moment is tender but passionate as he moves to my neck.

His hands travel down, grabbing my thighs, bringing them up.

I hook my legs around his butt, and his fingers find me soaking wet. Everything he is doing is perfect and I am with him. Coating his fingers with my juices, he starts rubbing my clit in the circle motion that drives me crazy. I exhale as pleasure clogs my senses. He sucks and kisses my neck, my pleasure escalating as he strums my body with his trained fingers, focusing on my clit.

"That's it, come for me, Peaches." I close my eyes briefly as my body bows to his instruction.

My body stills and my eyes get cross eyed. My legs pulling him tighter trying to get him closer and closer.

"Fuck me, please," I whisper desperately coming down. I don't want to land. I want all of him, and I want him now.

"Are you sure?" he asks, his voice is so tender.

"I need you, please," I beg grabbing his cock.

He is impossibly hard and that on its own makes me high with anticipation and need. I move my hips to meet him, feeling his own pre-cum dripping.

I direct him to my entrance, and he slides in. He's met with some resistance, but I'm soaking, and he pushes the rest of the way. Shuddering, I close my eyes, as he growls in my ear bringing a smile to my face.

Yes. Fuck yes.

He reaches for my hands, linking us together as he pulls out and thrusts again, hard. This is everything I need. Everything I have been needing for months. Everything I have denied my body for so long.

His lips meet mine as he hits me with unhurried, deep, hard strokes. I moan in his mouth, wanting to shout my pleasure for the whole world to hear. I want to tell everyone.

Dick has always driven me a little crazy. It makes me lose my mind, makes me forget everything. It really is my drug of choice.

Arch moans.

Everything is just perfect. Our lips part and I go for his neck. I bite him where he likes, and he groans in my ear, his body trembling.

"Yes," he whispers.

"You like that?" I do it again then suck his skin.

At this point, any physical evidence that may be left is not in my mind. Like I said, tomorrow will worry about itself.

"I love it. Don't stop," he moans.

"You're so deep." I clench around him when I hear the need in my own voice, and it urges me on.

"You like it this deep, baby?" He kisses down to my collarbone.

"I love it. Don't stop," I breathe out.

Everything is forgotten. He links our heads, taking my other hand. Both hands on either side of me, his strokes getting a little faster, harder, and deeper.

The only thing I know right now is not even this room burning would make me stop. There isn't a thing I want more than this. We stare at each other with nothing between us.

"I won't stop until you tell me to."

Closing my eyes, I pull his lips to mine, our heads dance to the left and right as we kiss like lovers do. Whatever this is, we know it's not about a relationship, but it isn't nothing either. It can never be nothing. Letting go of one of my hands, he reaches between us, finding my clit.

It doesn't take long before he steals all the air from my body and I still before I release a tortured groan. I groan into his lips, feeling his movements getting uncoordinated. He's close. He tries to pull away, but I don't let him.

"Peach, I'm about to come."

"Then come." I lock him even tighter, feeling greedy. I want him to give me his everything too.

"Oh." He moans and now it's my turn to muffle his sound with a kiss. I feel his warmth release inside me, and it feels so right. Everything just feels…so right.

He stays on top after we finish and we stare at each other, panting in tandem with one another. He stays still like he's afraid of where this is going. The truth is I'm scared too. What we've just done can't be undone.

But it's already done, the damage already irreparable. So might as well go all the way. If I'm riding to hell, then let it be glorious.

"Give me more," I whisper.

"Yeah?"

I lower my legs, and he slides off me and I turn my back to him.

"Give me more," I demand, tucking my ass to his crotch.

He covers my body with no more questions, his cock against my dripping pussy, but I don't think any of us are risking stopping to freshen up. Lifting my leg, I place it on top of his. He holds me to him, kissing my neck as he sinks into me.

Yes, lord.

He is holding me with both hands. I am completely in his care.

He takes it slow again and I groan slowly as he hits me in all the right places. My hand finds his hair and I rake them through it before I pull it. He moans in my neck.

"Tell me how much you want this," he says.

Lust the only thing in my mind, I turn my head and stare into his eyes.

"I want all of it." I kiss him.

His hands travel to my clit and he works me. I moan louder but it's muffled by his mouth. He locks me in with the other arm, so I don't stray as he increases the pace of his strokes. He fucks me hard and he fucks me fast. I come once, I come again.

When I try to run from it, he doesn't let me.

"It's too much, Arch. It's too much." Tears run free.

"You can take it. I believe in you." He licks my teary face. "Are you going to be my good girl and take it for me?"

I nod quickly, completely under his spell.

"I want to hear you say it."

"I am your good gi—" I shake again, unable to stop my audible moan this time, but he quickly clamps my mouth with his hand, sucking my neck as I writhe in his arms.

"That's it. Fuck, you are breathtaking."

I squeeze his hand tight, trying to return to earth.

After it subsides, he gives my cheek a fat, wet kiss. "On your knees, Peaches."

I don't hesitate. I get up on my knees, and he gets behind me, tossing me a pillow. He plays with me, slapping his dick on me, and I groan and shake my ass to him. But he just chuckles lightly behind me.

"Don't play with me, Deltona," I whine.

He bends, grabs my neck in a firm grip and pulls me to his chest.

"Beg for it," he says to my ear. I look at him over my shoulder.

"Is that what you want? For me to beg?"

I see him swallowing at my seductive voice.

"Fuck."

Craning my neck, I rest my head on his shoulder, my lips a hair away from his. "Give it to me."

He presses forward without delay, letting go of my neck and I fall forward.

His hands caress my ass cheeks before he starts pounding into me. I bite the pillow and take it. Clenching and babbling nonsense into the pillow with my eyes closed.

He spanks me and I clench. Again, and another, each cheek at a time. I come without clit stimulation this time. But he doesn't stop, and I just take it. He comes too, but he just uses one of the shirts to wipe me and we continue.

He pulls me to meet his chest continuing pounding me. I lay my head on his shoulder, and he holds me like I will always belong to him.

He moves to sit on his hind legs, and I move up a bit like I'm sitting on him, moving up and down. I move my ass for him, reminding him what I can do.

"Fuck yeah." His hands hold my hips, steadying me.

"Tell me how that makes you feel."

"You are driving me insane."

I smile back at him, and he winks at me. My pussy clenches and he groans. He pulls me to him, and we fall back on the mattress. Turning, I position myself on top of him, using his body to steady myself before bouncing on him.

I moan as he hits my sweet spot. Moaning louder unintentionally.

"Please shut me up." I pant.

He smiles pushing three fingers in my mouth.

"You can bite."

I nod with his fingers in my mouth, remembering the old days. When they would use other appendages to shut me up. The memory tips me over and I lean my body to Arch, as he takes over and I clench around him, but I am spent.

He growls in my ear as he hits me harder. Biting my neck hard as he comes. It is painful but it's welcome. Arch sometimes likes a little pain with the pleasure.

He holds me in that position, our chests heaving.

"I am spent." I can't even open my eyes. He chuckles before he kisses the side of my face, as my head lolls on him.

"Come on, it's time to go back to bed."

I smile, letting him put me down. My body is still buzzing like Christmas, and I don't know what to do with myself. As I let my brain float in the air, my phone pings, shocking my body back to reality.

Arch comes back with his towel, and I open my legs and he wipes me. He wipes my whole body before he wipes himself down too. My phone chimes again and the whole after-sex good mood drops.

I look away from Archer.

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck.

My mind sobers when I remember my reality. I just cheated. I just fucking cheated.

"Peach, don't."

Lifting my eyes to his, I see the pain in his eyes and it breaks my heart.

"I just cheated. I'm such a hypocrite." My body goes cold.

Arch comes behind me and tries to touch me but I shrink away from him. I can feel his pain without looking.

"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. I should have stopped. I just…"

"It's not your fault, I came onto you, remember?" I say.

"But I should have known you were vulnerable." The devastation in his voice undoes me and I turn back.

I'm such a fuck up. I have managed to hurt two people instead of one.

"Arch, it's my mistake. You aren't in a relationship; you didn't owe Logan loyalty. I did."

What the fuck am I going to do? I can never pretend that it's nothing with Arch now, and I can't lie with a blameless heart. I'm the fucking worst.

"If it makes you feel better, I won't tell anyone."

My face whips back to him with a furrowed brow. I don't know what to say to that.

"But I—"

"Sh, but nothing, Peach. I will not tell a soul; I won't tell the guys anything. It's between me and you." He moves close, bringing us a few inches apart. "But promise me you won't regret me." My body warms at the closeness instantly.

I know right then, I am fucked.

"I…I have to go. I have to figure things out." I get up and go to the closet where my clothes are.

My hair is a mess, but I fight it back into a bun. At least I was wearing a hoodie so no one will see. Arch is next to me giving me clothes and on standby for anything I need.

The last time he'd stand like this watching me dress was when I had to rush home, or I had to go to the others' house after I'd been with him.

"Promise me, Summer," he says again after I cover my head with my hoodie. He is still gloriously naked; isn't hiding himself from me. Typical Archer.

"I promise."

He nears me and kisses my forehead and I let it happen. Then I take my bag.

"Don't take that," he says. He's right. Too walk of shamy. "I'll have it brought to you during the day."

"Thanks." I take a breath for the next thing. A sigh slips out. "Listen, Arch. My mind is all over the place. I just need to figure myself out. I just…I don't want to hurt you by promising this is going somewhere. I don't know what I'm doing."

He holds my cheek with one hand, and he smiles at me. "I understand. Take your time, I'll be here for anything you need."

I give him a small tight smile before I take my phone and leave.

The time says it's 05:57 and luckily because it's fall, it's still a little dark. With my hoodie on, I walk across campus checking the message that ruined my moment of lies.

05:38 I'm sorry. I was just mad. But we can talk and work on us.

05:41 I love you so much, Su. Don't ever forget.

Well, fuck. Just fuck my life.

Luckily, I encounter no one as I walk the walk of shame, and let out a breath when I close my door gently. I drop myself on my bed, my face on my pillow.

What the fuck have you done, Su?

I scream into the pillow.

What the fuck is wrong with me?