Page 45 of Archer
“This is why I’m mad! What the fuck are you sheltering me from?” She moved around the other side of the breakfast island, stomping as she made her way toward me, but I didn’t move back. “Huh? From yourself? Jesus, I’m not some fragile china doll, okay? You aren’t going to hurt me. You already have. You’re just the guy who trapped me in his house. Just fucking kiss me, already.”
“I’m not going to kiss you, are you kidding me? Fuck that,” I snapped at her and she flinched at my change of tone, but she didn’t move back. “Stop it. I’m so tired of you freaking the fuck out on me for trying to help you—”
“Youstop acting like you’re this nice guy who just wants what’s best for me.” She pointed her finger at me then back at herself. “You think I’m naïve, huh? Do you think I don’t realize how screwed up it is that we’re stuck in here, me not allowed to go anywhere else, and we start fooling around?”
Immediately, my eyes went wide. I shook my head and stepped toward her, jabbing my finger in the air. “No. All of this was your idea, and you know it. You asked me to teach you.” My blood boiled as her response to that was an eye roll, and I had to laugh. “Are you joking? You’re pissed right now because I won’t kiss you. You’re so entitled and spoiled, and your standards arewaytoo high, and I don’t know what the fuck else I could do to make you like me.”
“Kiss me.”
“What the hell is your problem?” I asked, looking at her like she was ludicrous. “Are you listening to anything I’m saying?”
“Why won’tyou kiss me?”
“Because every time I get close to you, or try to, you just walk away,” I said. “Tell me, what the hell could I do that would suddenly put me in Rose Loggins’ league?”
“Fuck. Ing. Kiss. Me.”
“Fine!”
I grabbed her delicate wrist and yanked her toward my chest, holding her and pausing with our faces only an inch apart. Both our faces softened from our shouting, her panting in my arms, both our adrenaline so spiked I could feel her heartbeat rhythm find its way with mine. Orange juice came off her breath, her face so close I could see that some of her eyelashes were clumped together, that her nose was running. And I pressed my lips to hers.
Even though I knew she wasn’t lying about it being her first kiss, it wasn’t at all an awkward, bumbling effort of bumping noses like my first kiss. Although it may have been because I was experienced, able to guide her mouth with mine, it didn’t seem that way. Her satiny, orange-flavored lips locked with mine, syncing as if we’d kissed a hundred times before. My arms wrapped around her waist, squeezing her closer to me as her hands cupped my cheeks in hers.
As she stepped backward, I leaned her against the kitchen counter, the lengths of our bodies pressed together without any space in between. Our hands switched positions, hers now wrapped around mine, pulling my waist deeper into hers as I grabbed her cheeks in my hands, moving them to run them through her silky hair. Pulling away from me for a second, I saw desire pooled in her eyes and she breathed out, “Archer,” before closing the gap between us once again.
The sound of her raspy voice built the passion inside me and I lifted her by the waist, feeling nearly weightless in my arms, and sat her on the counter. Without any hesitation, she wrapped her legs around my waist and dragged me closer to her, so my groin pressed into hers, my member stiffening against her jeans. I heard a sharp intake of air come from her when I moved deeper into her, before a muffled moan came from her throat. When her lips parted from the quick gasp, my tongue slowly slid into hers.
For the first time since our bodies were intertwined, her inexperience showed through when our tongues made contact. She pulled away, looking surprised, and our eyes opened for the first time bringing us back to the kitchen.
“Sorry,” I said, realizing I maybe should have talked her through that. I was her teacher after all. “We don’t have—”
“No, I liked it,” she said. Without wasting another breath, she grabbed the back of my neck and latched our lips together again. Parting her lips herself, I could feel her awaiting my tongue, and I tried not to smirk at her eagerness. I glided my tongue into her mouth and massaged it against hers, easing her into it as I gripped her thigh with one hand and her tiny waist with the other.
As my hand slid further from her waist to her rib cage, she pulled me deeper into the kiss by pulling the back of my neck, giving me permission for my hand to continue its pathway. Her cotton t-shirt was soft under my dry, calloused hands, some of the threads catching on my skin as they found their way to her breast. My other hand moved from her thigh and wrapped around the middle of her back while I kneaded her chest from the outside of her shirt, making another delicious moan escape her throat.
As my dick pulsed inside my jeans and my mind grew hazy, I tried to remind myself that this was just a kiss and it wouldn’t lead to sex. I couldn’t let myself get too into the moment. Any second now she’d pull away and say it was time for bed.
On cue, she pulled away. My shoulders slumped and lips pursed together, expecting her to politely excuse herself. I knew it was going to happen. Still panting, I lowered my gaze to her stomach, not wanting her to see my disappointment. That was when I saw her knuckles wrap around the bottom of her shirt and peeled it over her torso. Dropping the blue shirt to the floor, she revealed a white lace bra, giving her an air of innocence.
“Rose…” I trailed off as I watched her tits rise with her breath, my jaw gawking at her for pushing the situation so far. But who was I to complain? Sliding my stare up to her face, I brushed a strand of her dark hair behind her ears and swallowed. Although I wanted nothing more than to jump back to what we were doing, first, I had to say, “Your whole… look. It’s perfect.”
Immediately, I knew I worded that poorly when she pulled back and dubiously asked, “My look?”
“Yeah, but no, just your features,” I said. “I love how bright your eyes are against your hair, you’re just so… beautiful.”
Thankfully, she put an end to my sappy ramblings by pressing her lips back onto mine. This time, without her shirt on, she seemed even more into it than before. Pulling my stiff bulge right against where I figured her clit was, she grinded her hips against me to create friction and I smirked against her lips. I moved my palm up to her lace bra and fondled her.
Wanting to hear what she’d sound like without me keeping her mouth busy, I pulled away and bent to kiss her neck, leaving a little saliva then blowing on it to create a sensation that made her shiver as her legs squirmed tighter around my waist. I could tell she wanted to thrust her hips in arousal but seemed a bit embarrassed by her arousal. Not wanting to push her, I kept my thought to myself, but fuck, I wanted to see her with no inhibitions.
Over her bra, I pinched her nipples while nibbling on her earlobe. Her legs squirmed tighter, the friction hitting her sweet spot and in a sultry, aroused voice, Rose said, “Oh, Archer…”
Watching for any sign that I should stop, I slid her bra down to reveal her perky pink nipples. I hadn’t seen her bare breasts yet, and fuck, they were even better than I imagined. Observing her reaction, I brushed my thumb back and forth over her nipple. Like a reflex, her back and neck arched, the tips of her hair brushing against the countertop, moaning, “Oh, yeah. Oh yeah, Archer.”
“Fuck, Rose.” I had to pull my hands away to shove my lips back onto hers. Fondling her like that, standing over her as she’s moaning my name like some sort of horny, virginal porn star, I was on the edge of exploding. Not that the current situation was any better. Giving into her arousal fully, she thrusted her jeans against mine quicker and quicker. I had to pull away, not wanting to blow from dry humping. Besides, I didn’t want Rose to feel pressured.
“We should… uh… we should stop,” I said, even though saying the words made me feel ashamed of myself. “This is getting into a little more than uh, kissing.”
“Yeah…” Rose said, looking down, pondering, her tits still free from her bra. She was disheveled and panting. I rested my head on her forehead, watching her nipples rise with each of her shallow breaths, ready for her to adjust her bra to sit properly.
