Chapter 154

I don’t move at first. It’s been a while since we played out little game, and though I haven’t forgotten the rules exactly, I’m tired of being led on just to be denied.

There’s something different about him right now though, then there was on the jogging trail against that tree. This isn’t an impulsive decision from him. He’s been watching me for a while. He’s considered this. Maybe since he walked in the door and saw me here.

I don’t know what time it is now. Two am? Three? It doesn’t matter. It’s the magical time of night were bad decisions feel like opportunities.

So I stop my machine, rise from it, and then cross the room and drop myself straight on Archer’s lap. His hands find my ass in an instant, and he hikes me closer to him. My clit drags over his hardening dick. Gods, he’s already almost full mast.

“Take your top off,” he says, and his voice has pitched lower in command. “Bare your tits for me.”

I do as he asks in an instant, yanking my top over, I toss it back behind my shoulder.

He’s not satisfied. He’s glaring. “I said bare.”

Oh. My sports bra melts with my breasts so much, even my nipples are pebbling through. But it’s not enough for him. He wants to see my skin.

Fine. I grabbing the sides of my bra and pull it over my head. Immediately, my tits bounce at the sudden freedom.

His cock twitches between my legs, fully hard now. Archer’s hands slide from my ass to my hips. He presses me down against him so I can feel every inch of him.

Gods, he is so big.

“Good,” he says, and I preen under the praise. Yet, the satisfaction still doesn’t come to his eyes. There’s something else he wants. “Take your shorts off. Panties, too.”

He moves his hands from my hips and lightly smacks my ass.

“Now. Sluts should be naked.”

I back up off of him to take off my shorts and panties. I kick off my shoes and socks too so that I’m totally naked. I expect to return to him with him fully naked, but to my surprise, he stands too. He shucks off his tank top, then practically rips off his gym shorts. He’s not wearing anything underneath.

When he’s fully naked, dick rock hard and on display, he sits back down on the bench and holds up his arms.

I lick my lips. I know what he wants. It would be so easy to sit straight on his lap. Just like it would be so easy for him to fuck me. Despite everything else I’ve done, I’ve still never been penetrated. Does Archer know that? Does he want to take my virginity?

But he’s looking at me like he hates me right now. Yes, the fire is there. He wants to fuck me too. But he’s glaring unhappily, like he resents that fact.

It’s hot but… for my first time?

“What’s the matter, slut? You only open your legs for Beau?”

I blink, startled. Does he think that I had sex with Beau? “Archer…”

“That’s not what you call me here,” he snaps.

The word comes out on reflex. “Daddy…” Gods, that shouldn’t be as hot as it is. But with Archer, it all just seems to fit so fucking perfectly. He’s so hot he might as well be on fire 24/7.

“Better,” Archer says and he’s growling. “Now get over here so I can show you how Daddy uses his cock.”

I nearly jump forward. To hell with my virginity. I definitely want to feel Archer in action. But, then I hesitate. It’s that three am magic again, addling my brain. I don’t want to make a decision like this in the moment. Not that I would regret being with Archer but… I don’t know.

I feel like I should be sure before I give my virginity away.

Archer has been hot and cold from the start. What if after he finally has me, that’s the time when he casts me aside for real.

Archer’s eyes narrow. He doesn’t like being disobeyed. “Maybe you’d prefer a punishment –”

“I’m still a virgin,” I say.

A look of surprise crosses Archer’s face. “You fucked Beau.”

“We fooled around a little,” I say. I hook my fingers together. I’m feeling a bit bashful, not about my nakedness, but about the truth of what Beau and I did on that water tower. It was wonderful. Mind-blowing, really.

But he never penetrated me.

“And Neil?” Archer asks, his voice is slightly softer.

“The same.”

I look down embarrassed. No one can make this decision for me, before I’m ready, but I feel like maybe my experience is lacking. Maybe now he doesn’t want me at all.

“Get over here, slut.” Archer says, and the edge is back in his voice. The resentment is gone from his eyes, however. Now only the fire remains.

Had he been jealous?

Maybe he thought I’d fuck anyone but him.

I move at once, trusting him not to push my limits farther than I’m ready to go. He’s a brute at the best of times, but his roughness only ever brought me pleasure.

I sit in his lap. His dick rests just outside of my folds.

He closes his eyes. “Gods, your pussy is so wet.” He smirks as his eyes open, refocusing on me. “Is that all for me?”

Smug bastard knows it is.

Then he starts moving his hips, not enough to risk pushing himself inside of me, but enough to give the most pleasant slide back and forth across my opening and my clit.

The friction feels so good. He’s so hot and hard and my mouth falls slack.

I’ve never felt anything quite like this.

“I could be your first, you know,” he says. “All I would have to do is shift my hips and fuck up into you.”

My breath catches. Archer has been my first in many ways. Why shouldn’t he be my first here too?

Or maybe it’s just the pleasure of his movements muddying my thoughts. It’s so difficult to think when everything feels so good.

He moves a little harder, just once, so that I jump in his lap and my tits bounce in front of his eager attention.

“My offer stands,” he says. “But only if you tell me when you have your clothes on.”

“Oh… Daddy…”

“That’s it. Get off on just the feel of me against you. Think about my fucking hard dick inside of you, filling you. It’d feel so good. Your greedy pussy would swallow me so well.”

I whimper. His words are so filthy, but they make my pussy even wetter. He growls a little. He must feel it on his dick.

“Go on, slut. Fucking cum like this. Let me see it.”

He’s moving his hips, but now I’m moving mine too. I’m bouncing in his lap, grinding against him. My hands are on his shoulders. His hands are gripping marks into my hips.

It’s so hot.

I can’t hold on.

I’m going to explode.

“D-Daddy!!”

Archer grits his teeth. “Fuck.”

He comes too, behind me. I feel some of the hot spend on my ass.

I’m suddenly exhausted and pitch forward. He catches me and rests me in his arms.

“My offer stands,” he whispers as I doze on the edge of senseless bliss. “If you want me, I’ll be your first.”