Page 2 of Archer's Awakening

Yeah, okay. Except I still wore my very expensive suit and wanted to get out of it first.

I halted.

He nearly stumbled.

I grasped his suit jacket. “Maybe we can get undressed?”

He blinked. “Uh yeah, sure. I guess.” He yanked it off, grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head. Only when his hands were on his belt buckle, did he look at me. “You want me to undress you or something? I kind of liked the idea of fucking you in that suit. Acome-fuck-me suit.”

Likefuck-me heels?The only comparison I could come up with in my mind. “I’ll take it off quickly.” I moved to the desk and sat so I could remove my shoes. Then I stood and shucked my jacket, removed my shirt, unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my pants, slid down the zipper, and took them off as well.

Chevy had toed out of his boots, removed his jeans and boxers, and now stroked his cock.

Looks a bit smaller than the one in the photo, but it’s probably the lighting in here.

I hooked my thumbs in my boxer briefs. I wasn’t hard yet, so I was a little shy about showing my limp dick.Maybe I should’ve let him fuck me wearing the suit.Except I seriously planned on orgasming, and walking out of the hotel with a cum stain on my crotch didn’t appeal.Wait. You have jeans and a henley in your overnight bag.

Sonotthe time to be worrying about cum stains.

I thought about Nolan. About how much I’d loved sex with my secret fuck buddy during undergrad. We’d gone separate ways and my life had changed radically upon meeting Thea.

Yeah, thinking about your ex-wife isnotgoing to make you hard.

Finding courage, I lowered my boxer briefs.

Chevy chuckled. “I bet you’rebigwhen you’re turned on.” He continued to stroke himself. “I’d love your sweet mouth on my cock. A way to shut you up.”

Shut me up?I tried to run through our conversation during our time at the bar. Politics—probably not a good idea, but with the way things were going, I wanted to ensure I didn’t wind upwith someone who didn’t hold the same progressive views I had. We’d touched on my job as a solicitor, and although I’d tried to get him to talk about hiscorporatejob, he didn’t give up any specifics. Perhaps I should’ve asked about the dogs sooner? His babies had always been a topic he could go on about. Except a few minutes ago, he’d been dismissive of them.

“Uh…maybe next time? It’s been a while for me.”Chicken shit. If he offered to suck you off, you’d totally go for it.

Points for honesty.

His eyes flashed. “Next time? I like the sound of that.”

Something tells me he’s not going to pay next time either.He’d left his wallet at home, so I’d covered the drinks as well as the hotel suite. God knew, I could afford it.So stop whining and take advantage of that erect cock.

Right.

I grasped myself and tried to coax some action below. Shouldn’t have been difficult. Aside from the smaller dick, he was an objectively handsome guy. And that shouldn’t have been the only factor to consider. His witty banter and love of his dogs were what had truly drawn me here tonight—yet neither of those had been on display. Instead, he’d come across as coarser. But he’d been kind to our server, Tracey.Just think about how good this is going to be.

Right.

“I just need a little time…”Come on, cock. A little perkiness would be appreciated.Almost like I had performance anxiety—although I never had before. That being said, one gay lover in college and one wife didn’t exactly give me tons of experience.

Chevy chuckled. “Look, this is the first time since your ex left you, right? She’s probably claiming you beat her or something to get more money from you. Am I right? Women are always out for what they can get. That’s why I keep my wife on a tight leash. She’s at home with the kids and the dogs, but I’ve got cameraswatching her. She knows better than to misbehave, and I have our lives recorded, so she can’t ever accuse me of beating her.”

I just stood there, stunned.I didn’t even mention Thea—who isnotaccusing me of beating her—and he spouts off about his wife.

The wife he neglected to mention in all of our previous chats.

I marched over to where he’d dropped his clothes in a big heap

Probably expects his wife to clean up after him.

Unceremoniously, I shoved them into his arms, hitting his boots hard against his chest. “Look, Chevy—” I said the name with as much distaste as I possibly could because, seriously, the guy was named after a car company? “—I could give myself more pleasure with a marshmallow then you ever could with that little limp dick, and if your wife ever needs a good divorce attorney, make sure she knows I wouldn’t charge her.” I yanked the door open and gestured for him to leave—heedless of who might be in the hall to witness this humiliating spectacle.

“Dude, I’m not even dressed. What is your—”

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