“Oh, uh, okay.”
Silence falls between us, and over the noise of the city below, I can hear my own heart pounding away in my chest. Quinn tucks her legs up under herself and leans forward to pet Neville, who jumped up next to me, purring. Quinn’s dress gaps and her tits almost spill out. The will of the gods couldn’t keep me from stealing a glance. The faint outline of her nipple is visible through the thin material of a light purple bra. There’s no padding. No pushup. I want to bury my face between her breasts and kiss my way down to her sweet cunt.
My cock jumps as an intense wave of desire crashes over me. I don’t know how much longer I can resist her. It was one thing when I wasn’t sure if she wanted me too, but after tonight I know she does.
I want her so fucking bad. But I shouldn’t.
“Well, I had a nice time,” Quinn starts, not looking away from the cat. “Even if you didn’t, I did. So, uh, thanks for taking me out on our non-date.”
“What makes you think I didn’t have a nice time too?”
She brings her arms back in and shrugs, shyly flicking her gaze to mine. “I don’t know.”
“I did, Quinn. I had a nice time, too.”
She brings her head up, this time staring at me dubiously. “You seemed to like it until the end. Again. And I just—” She cuts off, letting out an exasperated sigh. “You know what, it’s fine. Never mind. It’s like you’re playing a game whenever we’re together, giving me just enough of yourself to make me want more. You open up only to shut me out, and even if I had all the cheat codes to force a win, this isn’t a game I want to play.” She closes her eyes, jaw tense, and stands. “I’ll call you an Uber. It’s late and I’m sure you’re tired.”
“Quinn, don’t.”
“Why? One minute I think you like me and the next you can’t get away from me fast enough. I can’t figure you out, Archer, and it’s making me feel really fucking stupid.”
I get to my feet and grab her wrist, gently pulling her hand toward me. I take her phone and toss it on the couch.
And then I kiss her.
12
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 n
eeds 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.