Page 8 of Blake University HBCU Chronicles: Archer & Destiny

SEVEN

Destiny

Destiny sat on the floor wrapped in her towel, her heart thudded faster than her legs could. With her back pressed against the wall, knees drawn up awkwardly, she sighed nervously. Guilt crawled up her spine like a slow trickle of cold water.

It’s not even that bad, I could’ve gotten up…

She knew this when it happened. Her knees had locked for a minute but her pain eased after a few stretches.

She could have made it to her chair, dried off from her shower, then got in bed.

Her joints still ached from the earlier spasm, yet again, Destiny knew that she could have powered through it all.

She wasn’t in danger, nor bleeding, Destiny just wanted Archer.

When Archer texted her about having company, something inside of her cracked.

She didn’t need context, she wasn’t stupid about what Archer meant by ‘Company’.

It made her burn on the inside, but not from anger or judgement.

She felt that familiar low ache in her chest that had been growing stronger since the night he took her out on a late-night drive.

It was the same ache from when he told her she was pretty.

She pressed the palm of her hand to her chest then shut her eyes.

God, what is this? Why am I acting out of character?

Her hormones had been raging, like her body suddenly realized that it wasn’t just sick, stiff or broken.

Her body was hungry for something real. Something and someone as hot as Archer is what her body craved.

She never said it out loud, but ever since he started calling her every night, and scooped her up like she belonged in his arms whenever they did spend time together…her mind had been going to places she was too scared to admit out loud.

Now, she was sitting on a cold bathroom floor in a towel with nothing underneath, partly lying to get attention of the only man besides her father that ever made her feel like more than her condition. Her legs twitched beneath the towel, more from her frazzled nerves than pain.

Archer: I’m coming up now.

Destiny: Okay, the door code is C32305

Her stomach flipped after she sent the door code. She adjusted the towel tighter across her chest, cheeks hot with shame mixed with high anticipation. She didn’t even know what she was doing, she didn’t have a plan or know what to say when he got inside.

Moments later, she heard his heavy footsteps echo across her hardwood floor as he called her name.

“I’m in here.” She shouted back.

Seconds later, the door creaked open, and there Archer stood. His pale blue eyes were low and red from all the weed he smoked. His hood was up as he stared at her with an unreadable expression. He scanned her damp body then spoke.

“You alright?”

He stepped further in then crouched low beside her.

“My knees gave out again, the pain was worse than usual.” She bit down on the inside of her bottom lip.

He didn’t press her or question her; he sniffed then nodded his head.

“Okay, well I’m here to help you. No need to feel ashamed, stop looking like that.” He looked her right in the eyes. The look of concern and reassurance alone made her instantly melt.

Seconds later, his arms slid beneath her and he lifted her as if she weighed absolutely nothing.

In his arms, she felt safe and more secure than ever.

Her heart thudded so loud, it drowned out every guilty thought that she had about falling in the shower.

I need to fall more often, in his arms feels so right!

She simpered quietly as he carried her like he was her savior.

Archer made Destiny feel weightless — not just physically, but emotionally.

To her, it felt like she could stop being strong for a while and stop pretending that her body didn’t betray her all of the time behind closed doors.

Through it all, she kept pushing, never calling on anyone unless she had to.

Archer laid her gently on the bed, her body sinking into the plush comforter.

Her towel was still wrapped tightly around her curves.

Usually, she wouldn’t have laid against her pillows with damp hair, but right now, she didn’t care.

She welcomed the comforting buzz of her AC vent, and the smell of vanilla and eucalyptus drifting through the space from her oil diffuser.

He knelt at the edge of the bed and reached for the bottle of lotion that she had on her nightstand.

Destiny watched him through her natural curly lashes as he put a generous amount of lotion into the palms of his hands.

He rubbed his hands together to warm it up slowly.

His hoodie sleeves were rolled to his elbows, revealing strong forearms dusted with his ink and muscle.

When he touched her legs, Destiny’s breath hitched.

It felt so good, the pressure of his hands eased some of the pain in her joints.

He didn’t touch her like he was repulsed by her or like she was fragile.

He wasn’t afraid of the tension that pulsed through her calves, or the trembling of her thighs that lingered from the fall.

The pads of his thumbs worked deep circles along her shin, just below her knee. She let out a soft breath that was too close to a moan. It felt so good to Destiny, she couldn’t stop her eyes from misting over. She turned her face into the pillow, embarrassed.

“You okay?” Archer asked, voice low and husky.

Destiny turned to face him, she batted her eyes and nodded her head slowly.

“I need to hear you say it.” Archer’s smile stretched the corners of his lips.

“It feels really good, Archer. I’ve never had a man tend to me the way you are.” She smiled softly.

He searched her eyes and nodded his head, he knew exactly what Destiny meant.

In that moment, he decided that he was gonna tend to her and make her feel special.

He didn’t understand why she never had this type of special attention.

Especially when she was beautiful as hell.

Despite being in a wheelchair, Destiny had a beautiful personality that was magnetic.

If people gave her a chance, they’d want to be around her just as much as he did.

They didn’t deserve her, though, especially if they judged her before getting to know her.

“You gotta say something if it hurts.” His hands moved lower, more deliberate.

“It doesn’t hurt, it feels really good…I promise.” She whispered, relaxing under his touch.

Her fingers gripped the top of the comforter to ground herself. Her skin tingled with every stroke, it felt like he was painting her whole body back to life. He paused, his hands rested just at the curve of her upper thigh, his voice came out quiet and intimately.

“Is it okay if I take the towel off, so I can lotion the rest of you?” He asked, his eyes met hers like he wasn’t just asking for permission but her trust.

Destiny’s pulse slammed in her neck; she swallowed down hard. Her lips parted, unsure if the ache throbbing inside of her was fear…or desire.

Archer waited, saying nothing until she gave him a small nod.

“Yes, you can take it off.” She held her breath after her words.

“You seem nervous, I don’t want you doing something that you don’t feel comfortable with. Your body is sexy as fuck…once I start massaging?—”

“I want you to make me feel good but I’m nervous… I never?—”

“I know…and I want to be the first to make you feel all the things that you’ve never felt before. Them other men was dumb as fuck to not take notice of a woman like you. You’re special, Destiny.”

“I thought you didn’t do virgin pussy.” She smirked.

“I don’t and I’m not taking your virginity. Your mind in the gutter, baby. I just said that I want to make you feel good.” Archer smirked.

“What does making me feel good consist of?” She raised her brow.

“Let me just show you. Tell me first… Do I have permission to taste, touch, and feel all over you?” Archer licked his lips and scooted closer to her.

“Ye—yes.” Destiny sucked her bottom lip into her mouth.

“You don’t sound for sure.” Archer looked deep into her eyes.

His pale blue eyes penetrated through her soul.

“Yes, you have permission.” She sounded more for certain.

Archer pulled at the top of her towel, peeling it away slowly.

It fell from her like rose petals. Destiny didn’t move, her breath trembled in her throat.

Her skin prickled with both fear and hunger as Archer pulled it from her body.

The air kissed her bare skin, and the sudden vulnerability of the moment made her heart pound hard in her chest.

She was naked completely, her thick soft body looked like a full course meal to Archer.

She looked into his eyes and braced herself for something that she didn’t find, like judgment, hesitation, or pity.

Archer didn’t flinch or blink. His eyes stayed glued to her body with hunger.

He eyed each stretch mark that looked like scriptures on her body.

The dips and curves of her belly and the slope of her thighs he wanted to trace with his tongue.

He took his eyes off of her to get more lotion, rubbing it between his palms until it glistened and felt warm, he started at her shoulder.

With slow strokes, he applied deep pressure.

His thumbs worked up the base of her neck, and Destiny moaned lowly, her eyes rolling back.

He moved to her arms next, kneading out tension from her joints.

Then he moved to her upper back until he flattened his palms and glided them down to the small of her back.

He moved his hands lower to the top of her ass, not wanting to cross the line just yet, he gave the top of her ass a light squeeze.

Destiny gripped the sheets. Every part of her body felt alive, she was burning with need.

Archer’s hands finally came around to her front.

Her breath caught in her throat as his eyes traveled over her slowly.

He knelt beside the bed, his face was so close, she could smell his minty breath.

He applied lotion to her belly sensually then his hands moved up over the underside of her titties. Gently, he cupped them, Destiny’s nipples tightened from his touch. When his thumbs grazed over the tips of her nipples, she gasped and moaned.

“Archer…”

Her legs trembled but not from pain. His fingers rolled her nipples between the tips of his rough finger tips. He squeezed tighter until her back lifted off the bed, her hips bucked forward toward nothing as she begged him.

“Please…” she uttered softly.

Archer smiled sinisterly, his mouth was slightly open. Destiny searched his pale blue eyes with confusion.

“Please what, Destiny?” he rasped out.

She didn’t know what the hell she was begging for. Destiny just knew that she needed to be relieved of all the heat and throbbing that her body was doing from Archer’s touch. Her hands found his forearm, nails digging lightly in as her voice cracked.

“Do whatever you want. Please, Archer, I need something.”

That broke him, he wanted to devour her instantly but held back, trying his best to take it easy on her. He leaned forward, his lips wrapped around one nipple while his hand tormented the other. His tongue swirled, hot and slow, his mouth sucked hard, pulling her deep into his heat.

Destiny cried out as her hips jerked again; this time, Archer cupped her soaking pussy into his hands roughly.

His thumb slid across her clit, making her body snap.

A wave of pleasure rolled through her so violently, she couldn’t stop it.

She couldn’t muffle her screams as her thighs clenched tightly around his hand still cupping her fat pussy.

Her breath caught as her moan broke into pieces as the orgasm ripped through her sharp, damn near blinding her.

She came hard just from his mouth, her body trembled as she went limp into the mattress.

Sweat beads decorated her forehead, she closed her eyes and simpered lowly.

Archer looked up slowly, his lips were parted with a wild gaze that showed his restraint and hunger.

Little did Destiny know, this was only the beginning.

Archer was about to stake his claim and make her his.

He became determined this was the first of many orgasms that he was about to give her.