Chapter Twelve: Quinn

Chapter Twelve

Quinn

My heart pounds with indignation as anger surges through me. I don’t know who I’m more mad at: myself or Archer. Though right now, with his lips pressed to mine, it’s hard to be anything other than stunned.

He moves in, hands landing on my waist. Pushing his tongue into my mouth, he brings me in tight against him. My breasts crush against his chest and heat floods my veins.

I’m not stunned anymore.

And I’m not pissed.

Archer’s lips are soft and full. His kisses are hard and desperate. Together, it’s a recipe for disaster. My resolve is crumbling. I should stop him now before there’s nothing left.

But I don’t want to stop him, not when it feels so good.

“Quinn,” he pants, pressing his forehead against mine. I bring my arms up around his neck and shuffle closer, parting my legs and pushing my hips into his. Archer has never held me like this before. We’ve never been so close. And he’s certainly never kissed me. Being in his arms is the most familiar new feeling in the world. It doesn’t make sense. All I know is I never want this to stop.

“If you don’t want—”

“Shut up,” I say and bring one hand down to his chest. I twist the material of his shirt in my fist and put my lips to his. Heat rushes over me, and feeling the same fervor, Archer cups my face in his hand and kisses me. His tongue slips past my lips, and he tips my chin up, the gesture more intimate than anything.

I melt against him, hand falling from his chest to his waist, and my fingers curl around his belt. I fumble with the buckle and Archer breaks the kiss, stepping back only so I can undo it. I pull the leather from the buckle, heart hammering as I flick my eyes down, watching the belt fall free from the loops on his pants. I drop the belt onto the floor and grab the hem of his shirt, untucking it.

It’s like Archer can’t wait any longer, and he advances, kissing me in a fury and sliding his hands down my body. He squeezes my ass and pulls me to him. His hard cock presses against me, and I arch my back to press my pelvis into him.

Enveloping me in his arms, he gathers the material of my dress in his hand, bringing it up over my ass. He moves his lips from mine to my neck, and I run my hand over his muscular chest, trailing my fingers along the buttons on his shirt, along the waistband of his pants, and over his cock.

He moans at my touch, kissing a trail from my neck along my collarbone. I put both hands on either side of his head, curling my fingers in his hair, and urge his mouth to my breasts.

“You are so fucking hot,” he breathes, letting go of me for a brief second to widen his stance. With deft fingers, he unzips my dress with one hand and cups my face with the other. His eyes are closed, and his heart is racing.

I pop the button on his pants, and his zipper goes down from the force of his big, hard cock protesting against the tightness of his pants. He lets out a moan when it’s freed, and the top sticks out over the band of his boxers.

A bead of precum dots the tip, and I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, using my thumb to spread his wetness down. My dress, now unzipped, hangs loosely from my shoulders. I pump my hand up and down Archer’s cock as he bends his head down, running his tongue over my earlobe. I shiver, though I’m far from cold.

He pushes one of my sleeves off my shoulder, moving his lips to my neck again. He finds a sweet spot, one that sends tingles through my body, making my pussy pulse with anticipation for his cock.

Archer Jones is going to fuck me.

Suddenly, I feel nervous. Too inexperienced. I’m not sure I can handle this huge cock that’s in my hand. I’m no virgin, but I’ve never been with someone like Archer. I want this to be good for him too.

In one swift movement, Archer pulls my dress down, and it melts into a fabric puddle around my feet. I’m standing before him in only my bra and panties. He pulls his mouth off me, brows pushed together, and stares at me.

“Is something wrong?” I ask timidly.

“Fuck no,” he growls. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

My heart leaps and somewhere in the back of my mind, it registers that Archer just admitted he’s imagined me naked, but that takes a backseat to my libido. And right now, Archer needs to get inside of me.

I push his pants down, but they don’t fall smoothly like my dress. Using his foot to bring then down one leg at a time, he kicks them off and pounces on me again, hands wrapping around my waist. He picks me up, and my breasts are in his face.

Wrapping my legs around him, I bend my arms and rake my fingers through his hair. Archer walks forward and presses me up against the wall. We’re right next to the window, and the lights are on. Anyone from a neighboring building can look out and see us, but right now I don’t care.

If we stop, I might implode.

We kiss again before Archer sets me down. He drops to his knees, urging my legs apart. Starting at my knee, he kisses his way up my thighs, his touch getting rougher the closer he gets to my core. I’m breathing fast, heart close to beating out of my chest. His lips settle on my lower abdomen, right above the elastic in my black panties.

He flicks his eyes to me, a devilish look in his eye, and brings his mouth over me, warm breath a tease through the fabric of my underwear. Closing my eyes, I bring my head back and hit the wall a little too hard. Archer hooks his fingers around either side of my panties and slowly starts to bring them down.

Oh. My. God. My knees are already weak. I don’t know if I can physically stand it. My panties hit the floor and he gently lifts up one of my legs, letting my underwear slip free one foot at a time. He licks his lips and puts his mouth over my clit. I inhale sharply, eyes fluttering shut.

But then he brings his face up, kissing his way up my stomach. He gets back on his feet and slips one hand around me to unhook my bra. I’m completely naked in front of him, so overcome by desire now I forget to feel shy.

Archer looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world. Seeing the lust in his eyes, knowing what the sight of my naked body is doing to him, gives me power. I lick my lips and bring my hand down, plunging it inside of his boxers.

He lets out a groan, standing there enjoying me jerk him off, and then grabs my wrist, pulling it away from his cock. He grits his teeth, bracing himself for the sudden stop of being pleasured, and brings my hand up over my head, and does the same with the other, holding them both with one hand, leaving his other free to continue touching me. Keeping both of my wrists locked in his grasp, he kisses me again and drops one hand down to my thighs.

He urges my legs open, running his fingertips over the tender flesh inside my thigh. With slow, deliberate movements, he brings them up closer and closer. Inch by fucking inch. My pussy is screaming. Begging. Dying to be touched. He finds my clit and sweeps his fingers over it so lightly it’s the biggest tease, almost as if this is a game to him and he’s seeing how long I can hold out before I shove his boxers down, take hold of his cock, and push him inside me.

If it is a game, I’m not going to win, because I can’t last much longer. And if it means that monster cock thrusts inside me, I’m okay with being the loser.

“I want you,” I whisper, and those three words are all it takes for Archer to become the one unable to hold out. He brings his hand up, rubbing my clit. I wrap one arm around his torso, curling my fingers into his flesh. I have to hold onto his shoulders with my other, needing the support.

Fuck, he’s good with his hands. He slides a finger inside me, pressing against my G-spot and then going back to my clit. The back and forth winds me up, and it doesn’t take long before I’m riding on the edge of an orgasm.

And he knows it. He fucking knows it and slows down, lightening his touch until I move my hips down, pressing myself against him. I’m right there, so close to coming. I need to come.

“Are you getting greedy, Quinn?” he groans, voice deep and throaty in my ear.

“Mhhh,” I moan, tipping my head up to his. Fighting against his grip, I try to free my arms. Archer’s fingers tighten around my wrist, pressing them harder into the wall. His lips meet mine again, but this time his kiss is slow and tender. He releases my wrists and brings his hand down to my shoulder, gently squeezing as he slides it to the back of my neck.

Though I’m still desperate for him to throw me down and fuck me hard, I can’t ignore the tenderness in his touch. The way his kisses feel as natural as breathing. How well we meld together like we were made for this.

“What do you want, Quinn?” he asks gruffly, sweeping his fingers over my most sensitive parts.

“You.”

“I know that.” He slowly slides a finger between my folds, spreading my wetness. “What do you want me to do to you?”

“I want you to fuck me,” I pant, hands settling on his arms. It would be easy to feel shy and vulnerable right now, standing here completely naked while Archer still has most of his clothes on. I’m pinned between his body and the wall, dripping wet with his hand between my legs.

But I don’t.

I bite my lip, taking in a shaky breath, and slide one hand down his chest. My fingers dance over his cock, and I watch his eyes flutter as I circle the gleaming tip for a moment. Then I grab his wrist and push his hand away.

“And if you won’t, I’ll have to finish myself.”

Archer’s eyes widen and he looks down, lips parting as he watches me touch myself.

“You got me so hot, Archer,” I moan. “I need to come.”

“Holy shit, Quinn,” he breathes.

“What?” I ask innocently. “Jealous?”

“That is not what I am right now.”

“Archer,” I start, rubbing my fingers over my clit. I let out a moan. “Take your shirt off.”

Not taking his eyes off me, he starts to unbutton his shirt, giving up halfway through and rips it off. He pulls his white undershirt over his head, then dives forward, moving my arms so he can pick me up. I fasten my legs around him, holding onto his neck as he carries me into my bedroom.

It’s dark in here, but enough light spills in from the living room to illuminate his handsome face. He lays me down, moving overtop. I bend my legs up, feeling his hardness press into me, and tug at the elastic in his boxers. Ignoring my attempts to strip him bare, Archer moves down and parts my legs.

I gasp when his tongue lashes out against me. There’s no hesitation. No teasing with a light touch. Not this time.

Archer slides his hands under my ass and lifts me up just a bit, bringing my pussy to his mouth. He’s not only good with his hands, but his tongue is magic as well. And right now, it’s flicking my clit with fury. I flatten my hands on the bed, only to grab the comforter and twist it in my grip.

Setting me back down on the bed, Archer throws my legs over his shoulders. I cross my ankles and steal a look down, watching him eat me out. He flicks his eyes up at the same time, and being caught watching turns me on even more.

He kisses and sucks between licking, and I’m right back to where I was not long ago. My muscles tighten and I twist the blankets tighter in my hand. Archer slides one finger into my pussy, going right for my G-spot again. He lightly presses against it, and that’s all it takes for me to come.

The orgasm hits me hard, rolling through me and making every nerve in my body come alive. I cry out, moaning loudly. Archer doesn’t let up, doesn’t stop. He keeps his mouth on me, feeling my pussy spasm around his finger. It’s almost too much and I squirm against him, pushing him away.

Ignoring me, Archer keeps finger fucking me as he works his tongue, and another orgasm hits me as soon as the other ends. They blend together, and my ears ring and my heart beats so fast I think it might explode. No one has ever made me come like this. Hell, no one has even come close. The things Archer’s doing to me…the way he knows exactly where to touch me to bring me the most pleasure possible…it’s like he has an advanced degree in my body, knowing me better than I know myself.

I’m writhing with an overload of pleasure, heart racing and chest rapidly rising and falling as I try to catch my breath. Archer gently pulls away, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Breathe, Quinn,” he whispers and lies next to me, wrapping his arms around my body. Unable to speak, I just nod and wait for the feeling to come back to my fingers before rolling over and cupping his face.

“Okay,” I pant. “You can leave now.”

“Funny.”

“I’m serious. You have to get up early.”

His hand lands on my stomach, fingers inching down to my core. “Are you sure you want me to leave?”

“Fuck no.” I grab his arms and tug him onto me, spreading my legs. Still breathing hard, I push his boxers down and wrap my hand around his large cock. Archer sits up a bit, removing his boxers, and I push myself up on my elbows, wanting to take a look at the dick that’s about to destroy me.

“Good Lord,” I whisper, not meaning to say it out loud. I’m not one to describe a penis as beautiful, but that thing is pretty. Pretty, and big. I bring my hand up to my chest and lick my lips. Archer smirks and moves back on me, falling between my legs. The tip of his cock rubs against me, and I shudder in pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groans, rubbing his cock against me again.

“I’m wet because you made me.” I buck my hips and Archer lets out a breath.

“I don’t think I can hold out much longer,” he admits, burying his face in my neck. “I’m going to fuck you now, Quinn,” he tells me, but it’s more like a warning for what’s to come.

I bend my legs up and widen my thighs. Archer reaches down, taking hold of his massive cock, lining it up with my core. He brings his head down, lips pressing against mine, and slowly enters me.

I’m not sure all of him will fit inside me. I’ve never been with a man this large, and never one this skilled. Dragging my nails down his back, I grab his ass. He lowers himself onto his elbows, squishing my breasts against his chest. He thrusts in and out, cock rubbing against my inner walls. His pace is slow, and I think it’s for his benefit as much as mine.

He doesn’t want to come yet.

I’m still reeling from the double orgasm he gave me.

We both want this to last. I bring one hand to his face, tipping it toward me so I can kiss him. He fucks me slow as we make-out until my breathing quickens, and I turn my head to the side, mouth falling open as another climax starts to slowly build.

Archer drops his head down, groaning. He’s close to coming too. I angle my hips up, and the tip of his cock hits my G-spot again. And again. I slide my hands over his back, skin hot and sweaty, and bring one leg up, hooking it around him.

Suddenly, Archer sits up, moving to his knees. He grabs my leg and holds it up in the air, pounding his cock into me. He rubs my clit with his other hand. His eyes fall shut and he slows down, and I know he’s doing everything he can to keep from coming until I do again.

Reaching down, I put my hand over his, feeling him touch me. My pussy contracts and a moan escapes my lips. No sooner, Archer pitches forward, cock pulsing as he comes. He lets go of my leg and moves back on top of me, cock still buried deep inside. My inner walls spasm around him, and I bring my arms up, hands landing on either side of his face.

We’re both panting. Both unable to move or form a coherent sentence. He rests his forehead against mine, and we stay like that for a while. Then he slowly pulls out and lies by my side, snaking his arm around my waist and curling his body around mine. I roll toward him, not caring about the mess left on the bed, and snuggle in closer.

Archer presses his lips to my forehead, and reaches down, grabbing the pink fuzzy blanket I have folded at the foot of my bed. He covers us up, wraps his arms tightly around me, and I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.