Page 27 of Archer
Without trying to use a mental filter before speaking, I asked, “Can you take off your shirt?”
He chuckled and lifted up his grey, v-neck t-shirt, revealing his naked torso to me for the first time. Wow. Sure, it was obvious Archer had a great body underneath his clothes, but… wow. The man who was about to give me my first orgasm could easily be a male model, if he wasn’t in a motorcycle club.
He had the same physique that always made me swoon. Tall and lean, but with every muscle on his torso defined and sculpted. There wasn’t an ounce of body fat on his stomach, only six strong abdomen muscles perfectly carved from years of sit-ups. I didn’t notice that my mouth was hanging open, or that I had stayed silent and staring for at least thirty seconds before he smirked and said, “Looks like you’re a fan of what you see.”
“Huh?” I snapped out of my trance, shaking my head, before matching his smirk, “Oh. Yeah. You’re okay.”
He scoffed, an amused grin on his face, as he shifted onto his knees. “Whatever you say, Rose.”
When his hands first rested on my knees, I inhaled a sharp breath from the contact of his skin on mine. My reaction from just his touch made him smile more as he looked into my eyes, slowly grazing his hand up and down my thigh back to my knee. His gaze was so sexy, so sultry, as he stared playfully into my eyes, teasing me. I bit my lip, looking deeply at the features on his face while hyper aware of the sensation of his hands on me.
His lips looked so smooth, and god, I wanted to turn back on my no-kissing rule. But there was something about kissing that seemed so intimate. I wasn’t ready to do that, especially with Archer. But damn, his lips were tempting.
“Last chance to back out, Rose,” he said, his hand now moving to the inside of my thigh, but I shook my head.
“Touch me,” I breathed out, and I heard a quiet chuckle from him.
“You’re the boss.”
The roughness of his calloused hands scratched the sensitive skin of my inner thigh in a way that made the sensation even more alluring. When I felt the pads of his fingers rub against the outside of my panties, I couldn’t help but give out a low moan from deep in my throat. Somehow, the feeling of having someone else’s hands on me instead of my own created an entirely new experience, the warmth growing deep inside me much stronger than earlier that morning.
I was staring at the ceiling as he rubbed the outside of my panties’ fabric. The more I could feel myself grow wet, the more my breathing quickened. Pulling my gaze from above me and down to Archer’s blue eyes watching me. There was a hungry, desirous look in his eyes as he watched my reactions to my pleasure. The look alone was arousing, and I struggled to not break eye contact.
“Oh,” I breathed when his fingers slipped underneath the cotton material, rubbing my wet folds. “Archer…”
“Fuck,” he said while biting his bottom lip, quickening his speed as my eyes fluttered shut. In the darkness, I was able to focus all my concentration on the new sensations of his hands on me. At the top of my lady-bits, there was a spot that was the most uniquely gratifying sensation when pressed that I had somehow never touched before. In circular motions he rubbed the top and my back arched.
I heard him change his angle a bit then felt his free hand on my waist before giving a light gasp. Sliding the hand higher up my stomach while still rubbing underneath my panties, he asked, “Is this okay?”
“Yes. Please.”
His hand slipped underneath my camisole and cupped my bare breast. As he flicked my nipple with his thumb, I shivered under his touch and thrusted my hips toward him as if something pulled me.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy, Rose.”
“Oh, god.” I could feel myself grow dizzy like he described earlier, and a different self I never met before now taking over me is making me ask, “Can I touch you?”
Without stopping his movements, he stuttered, “R-really?”
Unable to speak because he made a really, really fantastic movement, sliding his finger from the top of my mound to my entrance, I nodded.
In a flash, his belt was ripped off and pants tossed to the ground, and he was kneeling beside me wearing only his boxers. As he was about to pull them down, a bravery took over me and I did it for him, revealing his large, thick, veiny dick. Marveling, I said, “Oh my…”
“What do you think?” He asked as his hands went to my underwear, removing them completely and continuing to pleasure me.
“Tell me what to do to make it feel good,” I said, reaching out to grab it. I was surprised to feel the blood pumping through it so strongly; it grew even firmer the moment my hands wrapped around it.
“Move your hands up and down, yeah, just like that, Rose,” he said as I watched him close his eyelashes, his voice dripping with arousal. “Your hands are so soft, Jesus.”
I began moving my hand up and down, faster, surprised by how easy the action was. Not that I put much thought into it before, but I figured the action of giving a handjob would be more complicated. But based on his reaction, it appeared I was doing a great job.
His finger quickened on the button at the top of my lips in sync with the speed of my hand around his length. Inside of me, there was a growing, overwhelming sensation that took control of my muscles, causing them to tremble.
“Oh, Archer,” I said in a raspy voice, “I think I’m… I think I’m close…”
“Me too,” he grunted out. “Oh god.”
Both of us kept up the same momentum as I began to squirm like something had possessed me. My vision turned fuzzy and my legs began to quiver, vibrating just like he said would happen. Almost in a scream, I said, “Oh, yes! Oh, god! Archer!”
