Page 31 of Shots Fired

“No, Darcy, I don’t have latex-free. Do you?”

I shake my head, body tingling from his lips. “No, I don’t.”

“Crying shame. I guess we’ll just have to feel everything,” he breathes out, and I can feel the desperation laced in his voice.

I’ve never been this turned on or excited before. Not even when I first started sleeping with Liam.

He pushes the head of his cock inside, and small gasps fill the room, which I quickly realize emanate from us both.

Archer never takes his eyes off mine as he guides himself further, feeding me his dick slowly, deliberately, perfectly.

This isnotthe hookup I expected it to be. This boy continues to surprise me. He is nothing like I thought.

“Spread wider for me,” he grits out, jaw tensing. “You’re so fucking tight, and I want this pussy open.”

I part my thighs, gripping the bedsheets beneath me. The way he fills me is borderline unbearable yet addictive, all at the same time.

When he’s all the way inside, Archer sits back on his haunches, bottom lip pinned between his teeth as he gazes down at our connection.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he croons on a headshake. “I need you to see this, what we look like together.”

He cranes his neck around, looking for something, long arms reaching for his jeans at the corner of the bed. Snatching them up, he pulls his phone from the pocket.

“I’ll delete it right after.”

A bubble of laughter rises up my throat.

Using the flash, he takes a photo and hands the phone to me so I can look.

“Do you always keep yourself bare?” he asks, stroking into me for the first time, his fingers smoothing over my waxed area.

The movement fires off a sensation I’ve only ever felt right before coming, and his phone slips from my hand, hitting the floor with a thud.

We both ignore it, too caught up in each other.

Archer takes my legs by the ankles and rolls his hips into me again.

“Y-yes,” I answer his previous question, choking out the single word.

For the first time, I watch as his eyes close, and he exhales a deep breath, pumping into me in deliberate, languid strokes.

“I can hear how wet you are, and it’s doing things to my ego.” He opens his eyes and smirks, bringing both of my legs to his shoulders, arching his body over mine.

The change in position finds a deeper spot, pulling a pleasure-induced moan from my throat.

“Do you like being fucked like this, Darcy?”

I moan again when he quickens his strokes. “Do you like fucking me this way?” I counter his question with my own.

He puffs out a single breath, bringing a hand to where we’re joined. “It’s a goddamn privilege to be the guy who gets to do this with you. In my bed, with you beneath me—it’s blowing my mind and pushing me to say things I shouldn’t.”

Two thick fingers tease the entrance to my pussy as he plays with us both.

“Can you take my fingers as well?”

My eyes grow wide when Archer starts pushing one inside.

“I … I don’t know. I …” My voice fades out when I realize I can. He’s already entering me with a second.