Page 45 of The Backdraft
“Fine.” I slipped my panties back down my legs, letting them fall around my ankles before kicking them off, toward his face. He caught them in one hand, never breaking eye contact with me. “Coming?” I murmured before turning back into my room and crawling onto the bed.
He came in, but only barely, leaning back against the wall directly across from me. I let my legs fall open, pussy bared to him. The cool air had me sucking in a breath, and Archer’s eyes snapped to mine.
“You just going to stand there?” I teased, the buzzing of my vibrator heightening the tension-filled air between us.
“Yes. It’s part of our rules.” His response was thick, lust woven in the deep tenor of his words.
“Right. Our rules. Suit yourself.” I smiled before sucking the phallic-shaped toy deep into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks, all while maintaining eye contact.
Once it was wet—not that I needed the help at this point, I could feel how wet I was on the inside of my thighs—I popped the vibrator out of my mouth and lowered it to swirl around my clit.
And that was where the seductress facade ended, because there was no way to keep up the act anymore. The sensation was almost too much with how worked up I was, and I knew for a fact I wasn’t going to last long. Especially not with his eyes on me.
He watched as I pushed the head of the silicone into my pussy slowly, and once the ears hugged my clit, the rest of the lengthdeep inside me, I let out a whimpered moan. Masturbating always felt good, but this? This was next level.
I began pumping the toy in and out of my heat, slowly at first, letting my hips grind down against it with every thrust. My toes curled and I wanted to let myself fall back against the bed like I usually would have, but I also didn’t want to miss one second of the man before me.
Archer’s jaw was clenched so tight, I feared for his molars. His veins jutted out from his forearms with how tense he was, and I could see just how much he was enjoying what he was watching from the impressive bulge in his jeans. From my position on the bed, I couldn’t tell if he was still breathing, but that was fine because I was doing enough breathing for the two of us. My pants were coming faster and more uneven as I brought myself closer to the edge.
“Fuck, look at you. You’re so wet, I bet you come around that toy any second now.”
I hated how right he was. Normal Darcy would’ve dragged this out just to spite him, but I wasn’t normal. Lust and hormones had me crazed.
I pumped the toy into me two more times before I held it in place, the vibrations assaulting my clit with just the right amount of everything, that I slammed my eyes shut, riding out wave after wave of the intense orgasm crashing through me.
Switching off the toy, I opened my eyes to find Archer exactly where I’d left him. Part of me had expected him to prowl closer, to want to take things further—I know I did—but he hadn’t moved.
His gaze trailed up my body, meeting mine with an intensity that had me holding my breath, anticipating his next move.
“Have a good night, Darcy,” he murmured softly, then exited my bedroom. His footsteps carried down the hall, followed bythe sound of the front door shutting behind him, and then I was alone.
Holy shit.
What was that, and why did I want to do it again?
I finally let myself flop back against the mattress, silently staring up at my ceiling. A minute later I broke out in laughter.
Archer had one hundred percent pocketed my panties.
TWENTY
DARCY
“I’m sorry.” Shayna’s voice was calm, but I knew the storm was coming. I’d just told her about Archer dropping me off at my house after the mall last night, and everything that ensued afterwards. Counting down the seconds to her reaction in my head while I watched everything process in hers, I waited. It wasn’t long. “Youwhat?”
And there it was—the deafening squeal of surprise, disbelief, and excitement that only a true friend could muster up genuinely.
I laughed, covering my face with my hands. “I masturbated in front of him.”
I wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed by any means—I was very comfortable with my sexuality—but I’d never done anything so brazen in my life. Exhilarating is what it was, and I wanted to doit again, but something in the way he’d said, “Have a good night, Darcy”made it feel like a one-time thing.
Shayna’s laughs brought me back to the present as she shoved a large gold hoop through her earlobe. I sat cross-legged on the bed in her room, watching as she got ready for her date with a new guy I hadn’t met yet. Chad? Chester? Something like that. Regardless, I wasn’t a fan of her going on dates with men I hadn’t vetted yet. She was beautiful in a way that made her everyone’s type, but she didn’t let it get to her head. There were times I wasn’t sure she even noticed all the attention she got when she went out.
“I wish you took a video,” she said, then turned to face me. “Well, I mean, not like that, though I’m sure it was hot. I just wish I could’ve seen his reaction.”
Her comment registered as a joke in my brain, but my heart twinged with the slightest bits of jealousy, unwarranted as it was. I didn’t want her seeing Archer that intense, that heated, that consumed in that way ever. And not just her, but anyone, and that was a thought I couldn’t have.
He’d said as much himself.
