Jeans did not help me get the friction I wanted though, dammit.
“You said you were gonna be here,” he told me, still licking and kissing until he had me squirming. His skin was so hot under my fingers, and I traced one hand against where his tattoo was. “Ditched last period.”
A smile pulled at my lips, and then he sat up, and I groaned as he pulled away.
“Shh, babe, I just need to unwrap this beautiful package. Do you have any idea how sexy this vest is?”
I quirked a brow at him. “How sexy?”
“Not as sexy as it’s going to be when I have it off.” He popped open the two buttons, then went after the buttons on my shirt. In nothing flat, he had them all open, and he spread it wide as he gazed down at my lacy bra.
I’d found them in my drawer after we got back and I didn’t say a word to Archie about it, but the absolutely delighted smile on his face told me I’d been right about guessing who they were from.
“It would have been weird to give it to you in Colorado,” he whispered as he caressed me with his eyes, even as he traced a finger along one cup. My nipples had pebbled with his first kiss, and they tightened further under his teasing touches. “Mostly because I wanted to be selfish about seeing you in them. After today, I don’t mind if the other guys do…”
Understanding flickered through me. “That was why you tried to get me out of the vest this morning.”
He cast a look up to my face and gave me the more adorable grin, so full of cocky smugness, it made me laugh. “I’ve been checking the drawer just to see if they were gone.”
“So when I said I was done early…” I shook my head.
Fingers trailing down to my abdomen, he eyed me. “Too weird?”
“No,” I promised, and rubbed at his hip with my leg. “Want to finish unwrapping me so you can see all of it?” Because the panties matched the bra. The scalloped lace was in a sexy red that I happened to know was one of Archie’s favorite colors for me to wear.
When his teeth scraped his lower lip, I licked mine. I wanted to bite that lip, too. But there was an intensity to the way he focused on me that I didn’t want to interrupt either. His fingers were leaving little paths of fire everywhere he touched me, and I had to bite my lip when he undid my jeans with a kind of reverence, peeking up at me once with a silly little grin before he tugged them open and he could see my panties.
I was so wet at this point, they were going to have to be changed regardless, but all the breath backed up in my lungs when he leaned down and pressed a kiss just above the lace band and murmured, “Hello, beautiful, all dressed up for me today.”
After peeling my jeans down, he scooted back off the bed and dropped them where his shirt was before he stripped out of his clothes. I sat up to enjoy my own show, not that he lingered. “Someday,” I murmured. “You’re gonna have to do that like a striptease.”
He eyed me, one corner of his mouth kicking a little higher. “Oh, am I?”
“I think so.” I pulled off the shirt and the vest and sent them flying.
“And why would I do that?”
“Because I won’t object to you taking a picture of me like this so you can see the set you picked out any time you want.” Honest to god, that offer slipped right out of me and it was not what I’d intended to say, but the way his eyes flashed and the pure delight filling his expression made me mean every single word of it.
“You sure?” he checked, already reaching for his abandoned jeans, and I swore his cock seemed to pulse at the offer.
I let my gaze linger on the way his abdominals flexed as he bent to get his phone out of his jeans and then aimed at me.
“You still happy with your purchase?” It was almost mumbled, and his lips twitched, but his eyes were really serious.
“I love my purchase,” I told him. “I love you.”
His smile grew and he motioned me to lie back, so I slid my hands under my hair so I could toss it up and then I sprawled back on the bed, looking at him. This was so weirdly awkward and intimate, but it was Archie, who had an entire locked file of photos he’d snapped of me over the years on his phone.
This was just for him.
Just like those were.
He angled the phone with a sigh and snapped a couple of pictures. “I love you, too, you know?”
“I heard a rumor,” I teased him, and he chuckled before snapping a couple of more.
“Would it be too much to see you roll over?”
I lifted my eyes skyward as if it was such an imposition. There was a kind of fun to the way he watched me, and I said, “I suppose.”
He made a little joyful sound followed by, “Yay.”
Laughing, I rolled to my side and then over, and I paused at his very appreciative inhale.
“Fuck. Me.”
“I plan on it,” I told him over my shoulder as I caught him just staring at my ass. Yes, his lovely lace panties left half my ass hanging out. While not quite a thong, it was damn close.
There were a couple more camera snaps, and then his hands skated up the backs of my legs. “I love this on you,” he said, kissing the back of one thigh, then the other. The scrape of his teeth over the curve of one ass cheek had me wiggling my butt.
“I bet you’re going to say you’d love it off me more…” I didn’t even get to finish the sentence before he tugged the panties right off and nudged me back down, then he slipped a pillow under my hips. Ass up.
He massaged my ass, and I could feel his dick prodding just between my thighs, but it wasn’t until I looked back at him that he pushed in with one fierce thrust that had my whole body curling upward. “I want to fuck your ass,” he said as he groaned and snapped his hips forward. “If we’re in a sharing mood.”
“Noted,” I gasped, because he was stroking deeper with every press. He did this little rotation with his hips as he ground inside of me that had me seeing sparks. Still, he palmed my ass. “We can… Oh fuck…” I pushed back to meet his thrusts.
“That’s what we’re doing,” he teased as he ran his hands up my sides, and then he pulled me upward until I was flush with my back to his chest and he could wrap his arms around me. The angle was different, but every bump and grind edged me closer. He bit against my neck and then dipped his fingers down to tease my clit.
I was right there, dammit, so close, and Archie’s hot breath on my neck just seemed to drive me closer to the edge.
The bedroom door opened, and I glanced over to see Coop ducking inside. “Don’t mind me,” he said quickly as he vanished behind us. Archie never slowed once, drilling into me faster and faster, until I wasn’t even trying to hold back my cries. He palmed one hand over a breast, the stroke teasing my already aching nipples, just as he applied pressure to my clit.
Fuck.
“Just needed to grab my shoes,” Coop said as he started to close the door. He paused though, and my eyes locked on his for a breathless moment just before I splintered. “Keep it up, man. Great form.”
Laughter bubbled up through me as the door closed, then Archie added more pressure to my clit and that was it, I was gone. A scream tore out of me, and Archie gave another few pumps, just pushing me through it, before he followed me.