by Haley Jenner
We haven't fucked yet. How that’s possible, I have no clue. We’ve been reduced to a bit of playful touching, heavy make out sessions but nothing solidly satisfying. I’d never want to rush her, but at this point, I’m starting to get that she’s as frustrated as I am.
I’ve only been home for a few short weeks and I have no idea where the time has gone. I’ve thrown myself into fixing what needs to be done at Ma’s, trying in any small way possible to start giving back. I’ve caught up with Bennett and Toby. Working at reconnecting with the important people; Ma, Jake, Bennett, Toby and now Belle. Trying to fit in time alone with her has been near impossible and I'm frustrated as all hell.
I can't stop imagining what she'll look like naked. To be able to lick my way along her creamy skin, tasting her sweetness. Fuck me. To hold those perfect tits in my hands, savor the feeling of her nipples on my tongue. Will they be pink or brown? I think pink. Like those fucking lips. Lips that I am dying to see wrapped around my cock. Feel that smart tongue glide along my length.
"What are you thinking?" her voice is husky and looking down to meet her stare, I see everything I’m feeling reciprocated in her large eyes.
Swallowing deeply, I drop my voice to a quiet whisper in the surrounds of the looming mountains. "That I imagine you'll feel like velvet when I slide inside you. That you’ll be hot, soft and tight when your walls clench my impossibly hard cock as I push inside your body." Gliding my finger along her throat I feel her shaky swallow under my touch. "I'm thinking that I can't wait to see the contrast of your creamy skin against my own when I fuck you and make you watch in that massive mirror in your bedroom." Her breathing comes hard and fast as she begins a slight fidget, trying to relieve the tension between her thighs, making me smile. "That I wanna pull on your hair so you have no choice but to see me behind you. Fucking you. Hard." Pulling her against my body she inhales sharply at the feel of me rock-solid against her stomach. "That it will be fucking perfection. Having your ass in my view, watching your face in the mirror as you come apart around me. Screaming for me." Squeezing her ass tightly I lean down to lick the shell of her ear. "Will you be loud, Belle? I hope so. I think you'll scream for me and I think I'll fucking love it," I finish, planting an open, wet kiss just under her ear.
"Oh god," she moans out softly, my words, my touch having the desired effect.
"Tell me you need this as much as I do right now," I command and she nods wildly. "Words, Belle. Give me the words."
Breaking our embrace, she meets my eyes confidently. "I need it as much as you do. More. Take me home, Arch," she begs and I smile wide as I grab her hand and pull her towards the Jeep.
Belle attempts to undo my pants as soon as we’ve climbed into the car, but I stop her hand, causing her eyes fly up to meet mine uncertainly. "Baby, next time I blow - you're naked."
Dragging her bottom lip between her teeth she nods, but keeps her hand stroking along my thigh, stopping to move back towards my knee any time she moves close enough to my dick. The drive seems to take forever, especially with her hand edging closer and closer to my straining cock with every second that passes.
Finally, I pull into her driveway and she launches across the center console to straddle my lap and attack my lips. I don’t hesitate to return the urgency in her kiss, the desperation I feel to be inside her at this moment is unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Somehow I manage to get us out of the car and through the front door with her wrapped around my body. Walking us up the stairs to her bedroom I pull the tie from her hair as she removes her beanie. Shaking her head, her long dark hair falls down her neck, around her face and I kiss her again. I have to. She’s too fucking beautiful not to.
Sitting on her bed with her legs still wrapped tightly around my waist, I pull back from our kiss, watching her for a beat before telling her to stand. She seems unsure at the change in pace, but follows my instructions without her usual appetite for debate. "Undress for me," I demand and dragging that bottom lip through her teeth to hide her smile she drops her head, averting her eyes. "Look at me when you do it," I instruct, my voice scratching like cut glass.
"Why?" she whispers on a smile, taunting me. I know what she wants and I don’t hesitate in giving it to her.
"Because I want to see how turned on you get by undressing for me.
Because I want you to see how turned on I am by watching you.
And because I fucking well said so," I finish on a wicked grin.
She starts with her shoes, kicking them off across the room, hopping on one foot to remove her sock, then repeating her movement for the other. It isn't graceful and I appreciate that. She isn't trying to be something else. She wants to be naked as much as I want her to be. Her jacket is next and she unzips it and throws it off. She pauses then, a slight blush coloring her cheeks as she slowly pulls off her tank, revealing a plain black bra. Her tits look so fucking full. I can't wait to have them in my face, in my mouth. Noticing my eyes focused on her tits, she teases me, leaving her bra and moving to her pants. My eyes flick to hers and her shy smile is beyond sexual, mocking me.
Dragging her pants down her firm legs, she stands before me in only her bra and matching panties. "Bra first." My throat is dry, so my words catch. Hands behind her back, I watch as she unclips and drags the straps along her arms before dropping it to the ground. Her tits bounce from the release and I groan at the perfection. Full, round and nipples pink and pebbled waiting for my mouth. "Fucking perfect," I whisper.
Her chest is heaving with heavy breaths, a slight flush of color rising from her chest up her neck, giving away her need. Her panties drop after that and she moves towards me fast. I drag my hands down her back, across her ass to the back of her thighs. Goosebumps cover her skin at my touch and I smile as I pull her in closer. "Baby, you are fucking amazing," I kiss the base of her throat.
The soft brush of her fingers glide along the bottom of my shirt before she moves to pull it over my head. I kick off my shoes and socks before moving to undo my belt and pants. Focused on my chest, my abdomen, Belle takes in every inch of my naked skin with her greedy eyes. Standing quickly, my movement puts us chest to chest, causing her nipples to harden at the brush of skin. Loosening my pants over my hips, her hands work with mine to drop them, leaving me in only my boxers. “Take 'em off for me," I speak into her mouth and she doesn’t hesitate in dropping to her knees.
Sweeping her finger nails across the waistband of my boxers she keeps contact with my eyes and in that moment, I have never seen anything sexier. Belle, completely naked for my eyes, on her knees, watching me, about to free my cock. It twitches at the thought and bounces out long and hard when she rescues it from the confines of my boxers. Her eyes scan my hip bone, before her fingertips trace the thick script inked into my skin. “United States Army. Bravery. Honor. Sacrifice.” Her soft voice meets my ears before her lips touch the ink in a barely-there kiss. Pulling back only slightly she hums in appreciation before circling her tongue along the straining head of my cock. It jerks at her touch and she raises her eyebrows cheekily before taking me deep into her mouth.
Holy mother of fuck me! "Holy fuck," I bark out. Her mouth is hot and wet as she drags me through her lips. I’ve imagined this since the first moment I saw her in Ma’s kitchen, a scene I’ve been anticipating more than anything. It doesn’t disappoint. Not one single fucking bit. Her perfect pink lips are bruised and swollen, first from our kisses and now my cock. She hums around the taste of my come, already beading at my tip.
Regretfully, I pull from her mouth and smile as she whimpers her disappointment. "I want to explode inside you, baby. I won't last long with that beautiful mouth surrounding my dick. Crawl onto the bed for me. Face the mirror.”
She does exactly as I ask, glancing over her shoulder at me and I shake my head. "Eyes glued to the mirror, Belle, Baby." Once again, she follows my instruction without hesitation, moving her head slowly to focus on the mirror. I watch her reflection and take in the rosy flush to her skin, th
e way her eyes have hooded over and the way her swollen lips are slightly parted. She doesn’t attempt to disguise how turned on she is, both her expression and body language clearly showcasing her need. I love it. Love that my dominating nature turns her on, that me taking charge when it comes to sex makes her mad for it.
I edge forward and move in close behind her, slapping my hand across her round ass. "Baby, this ass. Fuck me. So. Fucking. Good," I hiss. Her eyes close on a moan at the bite of my hand as I trace over the red mark to soothe her creamy skin. Dropping my lips to the same spot, I see her eyes follow my every movement. She’s visual; wants not only to feel my touch, but see it too.
"You on the pill, baby?" I question softly against her skin. Belle answers by moving her head up and down in two simple movements. "Words, baby, I need your words."
Swallowing deeply to lubricate her throat, she says yes, almost inaudibly, but I hear it.
"Good girl. I don't want anything between us, I'm clean but I need to know if you are cool with that?" There is no hesitation in her agreeance but she doesn't speak. "Baby," I warn quietly and she speaks fast, "Yes. I'm cool with that. Please," she begs.
Standing tall on my knees behind her I use my length to glide through her folds and her whole-body shivers at the contact. So responsive to my touch. I cannot wait to see her come around my cock. "Please what, baby?" I smile continuing to coat myself in her wetness.
"You’re teasing. Why aren't you inside me already?" she pants.
I offer her ass another slap and stop my movements, holding my cock just out of reach. She actually growls and I have to stop myself from smiling wide. Wrapping her thick hair around my hand I pull on it slightly, edging her face up, and to the side. Planting a chaste kiss to her jawline I move my lips to her ear and her body trembles at my touch. "Because when I’m inside you it's going to be hard and fast and I want to savor it for just a second longer.
Because you need to understand that I’m in control. Me and only me.
And because the sound of you begging for it is the hottest fucking thing I've ever heard. Now use that sinful mouth and tell me what you want." I command, licking along the shell of her ear.
Meeting my eyes in our reflection, she drags her bottom lip through her teeth, her tongue following the movement, moistening her lips. “I want you inside me. Bare. I want to feel every inch as you enter me. I want you to fuck me - hard, like you promised. I want to see you lose control. I want to watch you come inside me. To see your face right at that moment when it hits you. I want to hear what you sound like when you come."
I'm momentarily stunned by her honesty, her words were strong, confident and hot as fucking hell. "Good girl." Tugging on her hair lightly I arch her neck farther, making sure she has no choice but to look at our reflection. Using my free hand, I take my painfully hard cock and place it at her entrance, meeting her eyes, before entering her slowly. Letting her feel every single inch as I glide inside.
"Fuck, baby, you're so tight," I ground out and her walls clench tighter around me. Her eyes are half-mast, her juicy mouth delicately agape as she pushes back on my length, working to have me buried deep. I pause briefly when I’m fully seated, relishing in the firm hold she has on my dick.
Round ass cheeks sit tight against my pelvis, her body stretched out in front of me, showcasing every rivet of her spine. Pulling from her heat at a leisurely pace, I still when only the tip of my cock is stretching her. My cock is glistening, wet from her excitement and this undoes me. I slam into her fast and her neck arches uncomfortably as she cries out loudly. Again, I pull out deliberately slow before thrusting into her powerfully.
This is the pace I keep. It's hard to keep my unhurried stride consistent when all I want is to speed up. Fuck her hard and fast. Lose control.
I watch her tits bounce with my sharp movements, her elbows locked straight, working to keep her position. She feels like fucking heaven, so tight, so hot. Like velvet, so soft around my rigid length.
A fine sheen of sweat forms across her back and I know it would taste sweet. I'm tempted to drag my tongue along her spine, but I don't want to lose contact with her eyes. Not for a second.
Belle’s body becomes languid and already I can read her body well enough to know she’s moving towards the crest of her pleasure. Helping her reach it, I move my hand around her stomach and seek out her clit, ghosting my fingers across her most sensitive flesh. Always so responsive, her entire body shudders at my tentative touch. "More," she begs through her labored breaths and I happily oblige.
My pace keeps - slow and hard and when I feel her begin to throb around me, I add pressure to my fingers, teasing her clit. Her body buckles under my touch and I use my arm to keep her hips upright as her body goes limp from her orgasm.
As the final shudders of her climax begin to subside, I let myself go. I pound heavily into her eager body, racing towards my own release. My eyes move to half-mast at the feeling of moving inside her, her tight pussy throbbing around me. I come on a loud incoherent shout. My voice echoing against the walls of her bedroom.
Belle falls onto the bed, body spent and sweaty, skin flushed, hair a mess. My new favorite way to see her. Exhausted and satisfied. I drop onto the bed beside her, our deep breaths the only sounds in the quiet of the room. Her quiet giggle breaks through the silence and I turn to her raising an eyebrow in question. "That was.... wow," her laugh soft. I like that. An after-sex giggle. Sexy as fuck. "Let's do it again," she tempts, coming up on an elbow to kiss my face.
I half groan, half laugh in response. "I need sustenance woman.... go make me a sandwich," I torment and watch as the sass etches firmly onto her flushed face. Her long fingers glide along my chest in a move that actually has my dick twitching once again. It’s short-lived though. I cry out in pain as she twists one of my nipples hard before attempting to flee from the bed. I grab her around the waist to prevent her escape and her squeal is loud and jovial as I throw her back onto the bed, pinning her arms above her head and her legs tightly between my knees.
Our eyes connect and our laughs subside as I scan her face, as she does mine. "Kiss me," she urges, her voice barely above a whisper. I don't hesitate to touch my lips to her own, almost regretting not having been able to taste her the first time I had her. Releasing the hold on her legs she needs no encouragement to pull her knees towards her chest before linking her ankles across my back.
Our lips barely break contact as I take her again, my hands gliding across her silky skin, feeling every possible inch. With her legs wrapped tightly around my sides, she tightens her arms around my neck, planting her hands firmly on my head to keep my mouth close.
Chapter Nine
Annabelle
“Belle.” Pulling my attention slowly from my book, I smile up at Archer’s curious gaze. “Thought you said you were visiting Aubrey today?” he returns my grin before taking in my surroundings.
His sweatshirt is too big, baggy on his large frame and I'm disappointed I can't see the definition of his left arm as it hangs over the window of his Jeep. His right arm remains tightly on the steering wheel as he pulls up alongside the curb.
“I am, just waiting for the bus,” I tell him unnecessarily, scanning his face happily. He’s so handsome. Unfairly so. It takes me by surprise every time I see him, which is thankfully on the regular nowadays. I guess I could safely assume we’d moved easily into relationship status. Sounds strange referring to Archer as a boyfriend. My boyfriend. The word doesn’t seem to convey his masculinity enough for me.
“Why you riding the bus?” he questions, pulling me from my thoughts, confusion clear on his face.
“Because I thought Bellingham might be a bit far to run too,” I throw out, sarcasm evident in my tone as I evade his question. Dragging my bottom lip through my teeth, I work to hide my smirk, amused at my own little joke.
Archer breathes out of his nose purposefully making his irritation known, obviously not amused by my humor. "Why don't you just drive, is what I'
m getting at?" he clarifies calmly, which in all honesty, is a little scary. I'm used to brooding, irritated, angry even. Calm is unsettling.
Fidgeting nervously, I close my book, laying it on my knees. "Oh, well you know I don't have a car." My answer is evasive, non-committal, my smile overly fake.
Archer takes in my smile, his brow furrowing in thought. "You could have borrowed the Jeep, you know that."
"What?" My pitch is too high, making it awkward. "Don't be silly, I'm sure you need it today. I'm happy on the bus. The bus is good," I babble as Archer studies me as though I'm a foreign life form, completely confused by my outburst.
It only takes a few moments for his gaze to turn calculating, that smug knowing half-smile coming onto his face. Slowly he removes himself from the car and leans lazily against the door, legs crossed at the ankles, arms crossed across his broad chest. "You're rambling, which I've come to realize you only do when you're nervous," he informs me and I squirm under his study. "Thinking on it, you've never offered to drive. Which I wouldn't allow, I drive my woman, but you never offer." I open my mouth to speak but he silences me with a slight shake of his head. "You walk everywhere, or ride your bike, which is why you have a fantastic fuckin' ass, but still, you don't drive anywhere," he says, meeting my eyes. "Tell me, Belle, you have a license?" he questions on a smile.
Smug fucking asshole. I knew he'd find out sooner or later and I'm actually surprised it’s taken him this long. I’ve avoided the topic for weeks now but ugh! Archer Dean is completely male. For me, this translates into Archer’s overbearing masculine need to teach me all things he feels I should know. Which means, he knows I can't drive, I'm about to find my ass planted in the driver's seat with an incredibly smug, irritatingly beautiful man teaching me how. Considering both our temperaments that could only end badly.
