by Freya Kane
He moved. Archer’s hand slipped under my ass hauling me against him. I could feel his cock hard against my naked thigh as he smashed his lips against mine. The kiss wasn’t tender or sweet. It was pure possession. When Archer’s tongue swept over mine, I knew he could taste Jake’s come in my mouth, and it incensed him more.
I had a feeling that by the time Archer was done with me the taste of Jake and every other man would be long forgotten.
Archer was taking slow steps backward, steering the both of us to one of the lounge chairs. The chair scraped loudly across the cement as Archer bumped it with his leg and he sat down, pulling me onto his lap.
I tugged down the thin boxers he wore, grateful that he hadn’t bothered to put on anything else when my alarm woke him up. Freed from its cotton prison, Archer’s cock sprang up, rock hard and curving against his taut abs, the head already wet with pre-come.
I had to feel it inside me. All the thoughts of birth control and protection flew out the window. I was going to feel Archer inside me tonight, and I didn’t care about the risk I was taking fucking him bareback. A tiny part of me even got just a bit wetter at the idea of Archer’s seed growing inside me.
Archer reclined back on the lounge chair, pulling me on top of him so our bodies were just one unbroken line of skin against skin, soft curves against hard muscle. I shifted my hips, sliding down just a bit until I felt the hard rod of his cock pressing against my center, the head just breaching me.
I rolled my hips, and he sank inside me, burying all nine of those glorious inches inside my wet channel.
“Archer,” I moaned, the sensation of finally getting what I wanted almost too intense. I tried to sit up, to start bouncing on Archer’s cock the way I was sure he wanted me to, but his hands clamped around my hips, keeping me pressed flush against him.
Wild, uncontrolled movements were impossible from this position. Instead, we both slowly rocked our hips against each other, the slow burn of pleasure building into an inferno. With every movement, I was grinding my clit against his pubic bone, my inner muscles squeezing his cock as that perfect organ filled every part of me, stretching me like a perfect glove for his cock.
My breasts were crushed against his chest, my nipples hard as bullets as I writhed on top of him. The heat was had been burning through the city for weeks, but nothing could prepare either of us for firestorm between us.
“Archer,” I whispered, my breath hitching. “Archer, please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for.
He kissed me again, less bruising than before but no less possessive. His thrusts grew harder, snapping upward and pushing me forward as my fingers dug into the muscles of his shoulders for leverage.
My orgasm caught me by surprise with its intensity. Everything hung still around me, my whole body freezing up as I came, my pussy squeezing and clenching Archer’s cock as I shuddered above him.
Archer’s grip tightened, and I knew I’d have ten finger shaped marks on my hips tomorrow, reminding me that this night wasn’t a dream. Archer roared beneath me, and I felt heat flood me as Archer came inside me.
We laid still for what could have been minutes or hours, Archer's cock still filling me, sweat cooling on our skin as we gasped for breath. I was dizzy with lust. . . or even more for this man.
I had never meant it as a game. I'd wanted him, hungered for him with this impossible desperation. But I had never really expected this all-consuming intensity.
One thing I did know for sure, though, this was definitely not going to be a one-time thing.
***
We always seemed to end up back by the pool. I had just come home from visiting a friend, and I was dressed in a white sundress and strappy heeled sandals. My bikini was still hanging up to dry in the bathroom, so I kicked off my shoes and walked out to the backyard fully dressed.
I yelped in surprise as two strong arms wrapped around my waist and yanked me against a hard body. I could feel something else hard poking my lower back.
Mmmmm, Archer.
Archer’s hands were everywhere as he pressed me against the side of the house, the shadow of the porch blocking the bright light. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head, Tessa,” he whispered, his breath hot against my skin as he kissed his way down my neck. “You’re all I think about. This is all I think about.”
One of Archer’s hands made its way under my dress, finding the delicate lace of my panties already soaked with the evidence of how badly I wanted him.
“So wet already. I could just take you right here, couldn’t I?”
“Yesssss,” I hissed in agreement. “Please!”
Archer chuckled. “I have other plans first.” Archer dropped to his keeps in from of me and with agonizing slowness, he pushed the panties down over my hips. His hand lingered at my ass before slipping lower, pausing to brush over my lips before pulling the scrap of pale lace down my thighs and calves to finally pool at my feet.
He lifted up my skirt, tucking the white fabric into the bodice and out of his way. Archer's height had him right at eye level with my pussy. "Stay still," he ordered, his lips pressing in an open-mouthed kiss right below my navel.
Archer kissed his way around my body, mouthing and nipping at my hips and inner thighs, so close to where I needed him that I could feel his breath across my pussy, but still, he held back.
Some part of me realized that I deserved this delicious torture, but that didn’t mean I wanted to wait forever.
"Please, Archer!" I begged, my thighs trembling with the effort of holding still as my arousal burned.
“Please what?” he asked, his low voice vibrating against my inner thigh.
“Please lick my pussy!” I was far beyond caring about anything but Archer’s mouth on my pussy at this point. I felt Archer’s lips curl into a smile from where they were pressed against the inside of my knee. With that same infuriating slowness, he kissed and licked his way up my thigh, pausing to lap at my juices that already coated my inner thighs.
“So wet for me,” he said, his mouth barely an inch from my pussy. “So desperate. You’d let me do anything.”
“Yes! Anything, just touch me!”
Without another word, Archer pressed his lips against my pussy, his tongue licking the length of my seam before finding my swollen clit, and that was all it took. The force of my orgasm slammed into me and my knees buckled, the strength of Archer’s arm across my hips the only thing keeping me upright as I gasped and shuddered above him.
Wrung out with pleasure, I was a dead weight against the wall but that did nothing to deter Archer. His tongue had continued a gentle pressure through the aftershocks, and as those faded he redoubled his efforts, his tongue sliding inside my opening, pushing as deep inside as he could as my juices soaked his face.
I could feel a second orgasm building in me, the pleasure growing stronger with every lick. The hand that wasn’t focused on holding me up slid between my legs, pressing against my lips before sliding further back to press against my back entrance. My wetness had made its way back there as well, and Archer’s slick finger probed against that tight hole before pushing inside.
The slight burn of the unexpected penetration was enough to bring me off a second time, my pussy clenching around Archer’s tongue while my ass tightened around his finger and I sobbed my pleasure, my voice sounding raw and ragged.
My vision was swimming by the time Archer stopped and stood up, shoving his swim trunks down and kicking them away. Lifting one of my legs up to wrap around his hip, my panties still dangling from ankle, Archer took his cock in hand and guided it into my sopping entrance.
I threw my head back, barely noticing the bump as it hit the back of the house, a throaty yell escaping me as Archer filled me with every inch of that glorious cock. His right hand was still holding my leg up, but the other slid behind my head, shielding me from the hard siding, and I smiled at the tender gesture.
Archer kissed me, and the kiss was sweet and would have
been almost chaste if not for what our lower bodies were doing. I swept my tongue across his lips, tasting the salty tang of myself in his mouth.
Archer rolled his hips, the different angle pushing his cock just deep enough to hit my G-spot, and I keened loudly as I felt myself starting to tighten around him. I couldn’t remember ever coming this often and this hard in such a short time.
The third orgasm washed over me like a wave, less blindingly intense as the other two but no less amazing. My inner walls squeezed Archer’s cock, and I felt his hips stutter as he came, the hot flood of his seed pouring into my unprotected pussy.
When Archer let me down, we were both shaking and wild-eyed with pleasure, wondering if every encounter would be this intense. I couldn't deny that I was hoping so!
***
Archer was sound asleep, spread-eagled across the king-sized bed in his bedroom. His parents were off on a second honeymoon, so the house was his, and he had given me a key “for emergencies.”
I was pretty sure a desperate need for his cock counted as an emergency.
We had still been going to our separate homes at night, so I was surprised and pleased to see that he slept in the nude. He was sprawled out on top of the covers, the blasting air conditioner still not totally relieving the stifling heat wave.
Whatever he was dreaming about, it was something good. His cock curved up against his stomach, rock hard and seeming to be waiting for me. My mouth watered in anticipation as I settled myself gently between his spread legs, trying not to wake him.
I took his cock in my hand, my smaller fingers barely able to encircle his impressive girth. Tentatively, I lowered my head, my tongue darting out to lick the mushroom shaped head of his cock before traveling the length. I mouthed at his shaft, the tip of my tongue following the vein until I reached the heavy balls between his legs.
I sucked his balls into my mouth, the faint sprinkling of dark hair on his sac tickling my lips as I hummed around my mouthful. Above me, I could hear Archer groan in his sleep. He was starting to wake up, but I knew the view I wanted him to have when that happened.
I kissed my way back up his cock before wrapping my lips around the head and swallowing as much of his length down as I could manage. There was no way I could take all nine inches of his cock inside my throat. At least, not yet, but I brought both my hands to the base of his cock, working the length that I couldn’t suck while my lips and mouth worked his upper half.
“Tessa,” he moaned, his voice thick with sleep, and I flicked my eyes upwards to see Archer staring at me, blinking the sleep out of his eyes as he watched me. “Fuck, I can’t think of a better way to wake up!”
I smiled, my lips stretched around the meat in my mouth and sank down further, taking him in just a bit deeper. Archer groaned loudly, the sound of pleasure coming deep from his throat.
And speaking of deep throat. . .
I forced my throat to relax as much as possible, fighting back the gag reflex as I felt the head of Archer's cock hit the back of my throat. His hands were fisted in the sheets, threatening to rip the soft blue comforter in two as he held himself back from grabbing my hair and just fucking my mouth.
Between my own legs, my pussy clenched at the image.
Sucking cock was something that had always turned me on. Something about having that much control and being able to reduce a strong, sexy man to a babbling mess with just my lips and my tongue never failed to get me wet. But the knowledge that the cock in my mouth belonged to Archer? I was absolutely dripping.
I squeezed my thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction on my pussy, but both of my hands were busy working Archer’s cock.
The faint taste of salt in my mouth started to grow stronger with each bob of my head as more and more pre-come poured from Archer's cock, and underneath my hand, his balls were starting to tighten. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I took in as much of Archer's length as I was able, choking just a bit as his girth stretched my throat.
“Fuck!” Archer gasped, his hips jerking upward as he exploded in my mouth, thick come flooding my throat. I pulled back a bit, making sure I caught the last few spurts of his load on my tongue, savoring the taste of his pleasure before swallowing the rest of it down.
Spent, Archer collapsed back against his pillow, his eyes taking my swollen lips in as he tried to get back in control of himself.
“I know you’re wet,” Archer purred, his eyes dropping to the apex of my thighs were the thin white panties I wore were almost transparent with my wetness. “I can smell how turned on you are from here.” Without waiting for him to ask, I pulled the black tank top I wore to sleep in over my head, tossing it aside. When I moved to slip off my panties, Archer stopped me.
“Leave them on for now.” I watched Archer expectantly, waiting for him to tell me what he wanted next.
“Come and sit on my face.”
I crawled up Archer’s body, straddling his head and gripping the headboard of the bed tightly as I lowered myself down. I shivered as I felt his hot breath against my pussy, the barrier of the fabric between us heightening the sensation instead of lessening it.
Archer’s tongue darted out, tracing the seam of my pussy before fastening around my clit and sucking hard.
I’d been close before Archer even touched me, the combination of sucking his cock and being unable to touch myself setting every nerve on fire. The suction from Archer’s lips around my clit and the extra friction of the cotton panties? That was all it took to have me screaming out my pleasure as I bucked my hips against his face.
Thank goodness we were having sex inside for once. I would have woken up the whole neighborhood.
Archer kept up the pressure on my clit while two fingers pushed the sodden crotch of my panties aside enough to press inside by aching pussy. So much thicker than my own, Archer’s fingers added just enough of a stretch inside my tight channel that I could feel a second orgasm already brewing.
I was never usually one for dirty talk myself. I loved it when whatever guy I was fucking would spout off filth about how amazing my mouth felt or everything he wanted to do to my pussy later, but I never really said much myself. Archer was definitely changing that, though.
“Yes Archer, fuck me on those big fingers! Suck my clit harder! Fuck I want you inside me, everywhere! FUCK!” The last word was shouted as Archer’s mouth and fingers brought me to completion a second time. My inner walls squeezed around his fingers as a gush of fluid soaked him even more.
With my thighs trembling from pleasure and the exertion of holding myself up, I slid down Archer’s body to flop on the bed beside him.
Archer licked his lips exaggeratedly. “Delicious!” he said before pulling me into a kiss.
That night, we slept wrapped up in each other.
***
The rest of the summer was pretty much the same. Archer and I seemed to be going for some kind of orgasm world record, and more often than not, we were fucking in the backyard.
I know it seems a bit silly to constantly be having sex around hard cement and chlorine when you have a house filled with perfectly comfortable beds inside, but I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of feeling Archer slide into me under the bright afternoon sun. Archer’s light skin had darkened to a honey colored tan and the still unbroken heat wave didn’t even phase us anymore.
I had been lounging on the chair by the pool, idly flipping through a magazine while Archer swam a few laps. We had both stopped bothering to wear swimsuits. Having instant access was just so much more fun.
I looked up as I heard the wet slap of Archer’s feet on the hot cement as he got out of the pool. His cock was standing straight up, rock hard and ready to go, and I smiled as I felt the warm flood of wetness that seemed always present around Archer to grow even wetter between my legs.
“Flip over,” Archer said, playfully smacking my ass when I complied. “I want to watch that gorgeous ass while I fuck you. I feel like your curves have been getting even bett
er lately.” Archer was right there. I’d taken a test a few weeks ago, and I was pregnant. In the past few months, I’d been getting thicker around the belly and my already large breasts had grown. Even my ass had gotten curvier.
My ass was big, round and fucking amazing. I’d been fantasizing about Archer sliding his dick in between my ass, and I wondered idly if he was finally going to do it.
