Crossing Borders (Blackbridge Security 10) - Page 74

It feels like we’re crossing over a line we can never uncross.

“Yeah, Archer,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. “I’m pretty fucking sure.”

My cock leaks in anticipation. “Why are you still standing?”

There’s no hesitation when he climbs on the bed until it’s time for him to settle. “On my hands and knees or on my back?”

“Look at me,” I say, when he can’t seem to meet my eyes.

On his knees in the center of the bed, he lifts his gaze.

“How do you want it?”

“Whatever’s best for you.”

My head starts to shake immediately. “This isn’t about me. I’m going to enjoy it any way.”

He seems torn, and I don’t know if it’s because he’s having doubts about doing it at all or if he really can’t decide.

“How about you lie on your back? I can gauge you better that way.”

He settles back, his head on the pillows, but he looks as stiff as a board.

“Now is not the time to get shy on me, baby. Spread your legs.”

He does so without pause. He jolts when I touch his thigh, running my hand up it, my fingers roaming the trimmed thatch of hair at the base of his cock.

“You’re sure?” I ask again.

His head dips. “So fucking sure.”

I grin. My balls are already heavy as I flip the cap on the lube and coat my fingers. His legs widen even more without being prompted. He reaches for me when I lean closer, his eyes fluttering when I trace the area right below his nuts.

I don’t touch his hole until my lips are only an inch from his.

He groans at the first brush of my fingertips there, arching his neck to press his mouth to mine.

He hisses my name when I breach him, rolling his hips as if he just can’t help himself, as if he needs more.

“Feel good?”

He smiles against my lips. “So fucking good. Give me more.”

I dip inside of him a few more times before adding a second finger. I know I have to be careful. Both of our cocks are leaking like crazy, and it won’t take much for either of us to explode. I’m skating a fine line, wanting to swirl my hips, wanting to stroke my fingers over that spot inside of him that will light him up.

“One more?”

He nods, his knees drawing up along my sides. He’s panting at this point, his throat swallowing over and over.

He moans, a desperate noise escaping from deep in his chest when I stretch him with a third finger.

“There you go. You’re almost ready to take my cock.”

“I’m ready now,” he argues. “Archer, please.”

“You don’t have to beg, baby. There’s no way this isn’t happening. Can you get your hands between us? Roll that rubber down my cock.”

He bites his lip as his hand searches for the condom on the bed. He never pulls his eyes from mine, and the intimacy of him watching my face is almost as good as the way he swirls his hips, allowing his cock to scrape along mine.

I grind my teeth together as he grips my dick to cover it in latex.

“Keep it up, and all you’ll get tonight is my fingers,” I snap, when he strokes the length of me after sheathing my dick.

“Get inside of me,” he demands, his legs opening another inch or two.

I pull back, stroking his cock as I line myself up to him.

He frowns when I look up at his face.

“Swear to God, Archer. If you ask me one more time if I’m sure, I’m going—Oh, fuck. That’s… fuck.”

I grin. “That’s just the tip.”

He shifts, his hips moving just the slightest amount, his mouth hanging open an inch.

“More,” he groans, and I oblige, keeping my eyes on his so I can gauge how he feels.

If the sight of his eyes starting to roll back is any indication, I’d say he’s enjoying himself.

I press deeper, my balls on fire and ready to end this all too early at just the sight of my cock disappearing inside of him.

“Fuck that feels so good,” I say, tracing a finger over our connection. “Lift your hips a little.”

“Jesus,” he hisses. “Is that… fuck.”

“Your prostate? Yes,” I say with a grin.

“Need your mouth,” he pants. “Archer, goddamn it.”

I cover him then, my arms under his, my forearms pressing to the bed as I lock my mouth to his. Our tongues seek the other’s instantly, tangling together as moans of need slip from each of us.

“Move,” he mutters against my lips after the kiss breaks.

“I need to come already,” I confess.

“Me too.”

“I don’t want it to end.”

“Me either, but my balls are going to burst.”

I chuckle into his neck, testing his readiness with the swivel of my hips.

“I want you to fuck me.”

I groan again as he clenches down on me. “I am fucking you.”

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