Page 56 of Shots Fired

So many sides to this man.

I groan when his tongue passes through me again, followed by his fingers as they pinch my sensitive clit.

Archer spreads me apart, licking and sucking so well, ruining me for any other man.

He pauses and looks up at me, lips shining with my arousal. “Is that what you want, Darcy? For me to take you whenever we can, wherever we are?”

An agreeable noise rises up my throat, and he drops my leg, rising to his full height as he brackets me in with his arms.

“Since you want to be a dirty girl for me, go ahead and suck my cock.”

I quirk a brow at him. It comes off as challenging, but really, I’m nervous. I rarely went down on Liam. I rarely did anything with Liam.

My hands fall to the button on his trousers. “What if you can’t handle my mouth and you blow straightaway?” I pull down the zipper, popping the button and pushing his pants and boxers below his ass. “I want you to fuck me too.”

His breathing is back to ragged. His lips are millimeters from mine, and his voice is hoarse as he says, “Is that what happened with pathetic little Liam? Was it a choice between a blow job or sex?” He brushes his mouth over mine. “That’s not how it works with me. Especially not when it comes to you. I could shoot down your throat a thousand times and still be hard enough to make you scream.”

I swallow thickly, dropping to my knees in front of him.

When I pass my tongue over the head, he pulls on my hair, and I look back up at him, wondering if I did it wrong.

His eyes are softer and laced with awe. “This is a fucking dream for me, Darcy. You, like this, ready to swallow my cock.”

I keep my gaze on his when I take him into my mouth, pushing his huge cock to the back of my throat. I force back a gag and pop off.

“I guess I could say the same thing—if a girl doesn’t drop to her knees in front of you, then she must be freaking crazy.”

Archer’s jaw hangs open as he pushes his cock back into my mouth. I accept it gladly. “Goddammit,” he bites out, his hand caressing my cheek. “It’s like your mouth was made for me.”

My tongue finds the piercings on his shaft, and Archer sucks in a sharp breath when I tease them, pride inflating my chest.

“I’m ready to blow, Darcy.” He tilts my face up to look at him.

Right as Archer grits out his words, the door handle moves beside me followed by familiar voices that flip my stomach.

“Is this the cloakroom? I can’t remember.”

“Shit. That’s Jack,” Archer hisses.

I bring him out of my mouth and smile, excitement coursing through me. “But the door’s locked, right?”

“Fuck it,” Archer breathes, right before he reaches down, looping his hands under my ass. “I need inside you. Now.”

I’m suspended and pressed against the door, legs wrapped around Archer’s waist, just as Jack tries the handle again.

“Holy fucking shit.” Archer drops his face into my neck, muffling his low voice and entering me slowly. “You’re so fucking tight. So fucking perfect.”

“I think it’s locked. Either that or the handle’s busted.” Jack’s voice filters from the other side.

Archer sucks on my collarbone right as he strokes into me again. “Don’t make a sound, Darcy. I need you to keep really quiet while I make you come. Can you do that for me?”

The tiniest whimper leaves my throat, and after that, all I can hear is the way my pussy takes him. Over and over again.

“That’s really good. You’re being so good for me,” he whispers again, growing harder and harder.

I can tell this is turning him on, driving him to the edge. It’s no different for me—I’ve never been this wet. Ever.

My pussy clamps around him, and I feel his smile against the shell of my ear.