Eager.
Perfect.
I pressed a kiss just inside of his left thigh, and held it there for a beat before easing away just to give the same treatment to the other side.
Nuzzling closer, I dragged the bridge of my nose through that tender space where thigh met hip, breathing him in. That sweet vanilla scent was laced with desire, and fuck if it didn’t make hunger coil low in my gut.
Heat radiated between his thighs.
Every exhale against sensitive skin drew a new sound from his lips, equal parts plea and surrender. My hands steadied him, palms splayed across his hips, thumbs tracing small, grounding circles as I drank in the sight of him.
“You’re going to ruin me,” he whispered, voice already frayed at the edges.
“Good,” I hummed, letting my breath drag hot across his skin. “Let go for me, Rabbit.”
Lowering my head, I took his cock into my mouth, savoring the way his breath caught, the way his entire body leaned into the moment—begging for more.
Begging forme.
My throat spasmed around him, but I ignored it,reveledin it actually.
One hand on his hip, I used the other to cradle his balls, tugging in time with each bob of my head. Cheeks hollow, drool pooled at each corner of my lips, and something bright unraveled me from head to toe.
It wasn’t just lust.
It wasworship.
“God, please,” Archie gasped, the words tumbling out. “I need?—”
I pulled back slowly, biting down on his sack and squeezing his thigh. “You have me. Right here.”
A choked sound escaped, half-laughter, half-sob. “You’re not fair. You know that, right?”
“Not with you, I’m not.”
Wrapping my thumb and forefinger around the base of his dick, I kept hold while sucking the tip into my mouth, licking over the slit.
“Your cock is weeping for me, gorgeous. You feel how much you want me?”
“You,” he choked. “Just you.”
“Good fucking boy. Now, fuck my mouth.”
I pulled him back into my throat. His hips snapped forward, forcing himself deeper. The cords in my neck went taut, his balls swelling beneath my deft fingers. A garbled version of my name touched my ears just before he painted the inside of my mouth.
I wasted not a single fucking drop.
Scrambling upright, desperation twisted through every nerve. One hand braced on the table beside his head, the other wrapped tight around myself, slick with need.
Archie stared up at me, pupils blown so wide the grey nearly vanished, lips swollen and parted, a smear of spit shining at the corner of his mouth.
“My cum drunk little angel,” I breathed. “So fucking pretty.”
I pumped my fist with an unforgiving pace, every last nerve in my body burning with want. My toes curled. The look he wore drove me right to the edge.
Growling, my balls seized up. Pressure built, white-hot and relentless. A guttural sound tore from my chest, vision blurring as release crashed through every muscle, splattering his stomach in ropes of white.
My muscles gave out as I lowered myself over him, careful not to crush him beneath my weight. Sweat slicked our skin, hearts racing in tandem. Archie’s chest rose and fell in sharp little bursts, cheeks flushed, hair wild against the table. I brushed sweat-damp strands from his forehead and pressed a kiss to the soft skin just below his ear.