Page 7 of Boo-ty Calls

Seven

Sloane

Istruggle through the rest of the day. There’s been an uptick in need for me, and I’ve filled my plate too much. Girl-bossed too close to the sun again.

I arch my back in my chair and stretch out my shoulders.

Getting up to replenish my energy drink, I hear Archer’s car in the driveway. Looking out through the kitchen window, he’s resting his arms on the steering wheel, and it doesn’t seem like his day was much better.

I set the can on the counter and walk out to the front of the house.

“Arch, you okay?” His window is half down, and he leans against the wheel.

“Yup.”

He’s not, and although I’ve had a hard day, I think his has been even worse. I open the door and flick the switch to push his seat back before grabbing him by the throat and pushing him back so I can sit in his lap.

“Arch, what’s wrong?”

He slightly shakes his head, and I press harder. With my other hand, I sweep the hair off his forehead. Archer’s muscular arms circle me tightly, and his strength crushes me against his chest.

My hand necklace doesn’t seem very intimidating in this position, but I don’t think he needs that side of me tonight.

I wriggle out of his grasp so I can straddle him properly, sliding my legs around his back. Holding on to his firm jaw, I try to read what’s behind his eyes, but he won’t tell me.

Archer leans forward into my neck and clenches his arms around me. I stroke his dark hair and play with his necklace.

“Baby?”

“It’s been a fuck of a day, I’m sorry.”

“Wanna call it a Moose night?” It’s one of our code words, so we don’t have to talk about our feelings, but we both know the other doesn’t want to be in a scene or play.

“Sorta, but I need to talk to you,” he whispers into my hair.

Archer rolls up the window, grabs his bag, and gets out of the car.

While I’m attached to him like a spider monkey, his strong arm wraps under my bottom, and I hold on to his neck until we get into the house.

When I try to struggle, he won’t let go, and he drops his stuff in the living room before coming into my office and turning off my monitors. Once we’re in the bedroom, he lets go of me and sets me down.

“Pizza?” I’ve only seen him like this once before. He masks well, even if I can’t. He’s the solid rock in the relationship.

He nods and strips down to his boxers. I order as he gets into the shower before following suit.

Archer stands under the stream of water with his head down, his muscles tense, and I get into the shower with him.

We switch spots for a minute so I can get wet and wash his hair and rub body wash over his skin.

Archer runs his hands over my back when I turn, and washes me before turning off the water. I had a hard day, but something is going on with him that’s much bigger than whatever I dealt with.

After we towel off, he throws me one of his baggy shirts, and I slip it on to run and get the pizza, and when I return, he’s sitting in bed with two glasses of juice.

Biting into a slice, I blow out my cheeks until it’s less hot—you’d think I'd learn.

“You doughnut, let it cool before you stuff melting cheese into your precious mouth,” he tells me with a smirk.

“Ready to talk yet?” I chug some juice before returning to my slice.

He blows on it before taking a bite. His green bluish eyes stare over my shoulder for a few minutes as he chews.

“How much of a failure would I be if I quit my job?”

I thought it was going to be life-changing news, which had to do with us, but I know it’s important to him. Archer always wants to provide for me, and while it's appreciated, I’m more than capable of taking care of both of us.

Finishing the slice, I reach for his leg and rub my hand over his skin. “If that’s what you want, do it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, your worth isn’t based on some job, or what you can provide. You need to enjoy the life you lead. What’s the fucking point if you hate going every day? They would replace you in a minute, and Archer, you are irreplaceable.”

I grab another slice and eat it while the wheels turn in his head.

“You’re amazing. I don’t deserve you.” He looks at the slice in his hand and finishes it before closing the box and putting it on the nightstand.

“Baby, you deserve the world. You are perfect the way you are. Whatever you want to do, then do it.” I stretch out on the bed, and he flops beside me.

“I don’t know what I want. I was focused on what this would do to us.”

Rolling onto my side, I reach for his hand before holding it. “We can do this. I've got us covered. Find what you love and do it. What’s the point of leading a life you hate?”

“I don’t hate everything, just the job.” He smirks and pulls his hand out of mine before tucking my hair behind my ear that’s fallen out of my bun.

Archer trails his fingertips over my jaw and to my neck before lowering his lips to mine. I kiss him back, and he continues gripping me closer. His tongue dances over mine, and I reach for his hair to tug on.

Pulling back from me, his intense gaze warms me inside.

“Do you want to cum tonight?” I ask, needing this moment of normalcy tonight.

He strokes my cheek. “Of course, Goddess, if you’ll allow it.”

“Don’t make me regret my choices.” I reach for him again, and he kisses me with his hands in my hair.

Arching against his body, he lowers his mouth to my neck before moving the shirt up and off my head. Archer trails his lips down my chest, licking my nipples as his fingers trail lightly over my skin. Need runs through me. I hate it when he thinks he can tease me.

Reaching for his hair, I grip it tightly and push his head to my spread legs. He looks at me with a mischievous grin but doesn’t continue to tease and instead lies between my thighs. I lift my ankles to rest on his back as he spreads me open.

Slipping fingers into me, he licks my clit before lapping at my wetness. It’s as if he’s dehydrated and I’m the only thing that can satisfy him.

Fiercely pulling at his hair, I direct him back to my clit, but his lips continue to kiss along my thighs as he fucks me with his fingers. Digging my heels into his back, I lift my ass off the bed wanting to be fulfilled.

Archer laughs into my core. His breath and vibrations make me roll my eyes. Being on edge isn’t what I need.

“Be a good boy, please,” I beg.

He toys with me for another few minutes before sucking on my clit harder and thrusting fingers into me. My muscles clench and tighten, and pleasure rolls through me.

When he nips at my clit, I explode over his face and squeeze my thighs together.

Archer doesn’t stop and continues to play with me, as I squirt again until I’m too sensitive. Pulling away, he licks his fingers and grins at me.

“Picking up tricks from Mason? That’s new for you.” I giggle, and he rolls his eyes.

Getting off the bed, he strips and opens the drawer for a cock sleeve.

“Just fuck me, Archer.”

“No, you deserve more.” He pulls out my favourite thick one, but I shake my head.

“Please?”

He squints at me but leaves the sleeve on top of the table. Flipping over onto all fours, I arch my back, waiting for him. “Fuck, darling, you’re too tempting.”

“It’s okay, just try your best.”

Archer roughly grabs my hips and thrusts into me. He moves slightly to grab something, and soon the wand is turned on high and vibrating against my clit.

I close my eyes and melt into the sensations until my muscles tighten with the orgasm rolling through my body.

He pulls out quickly and is licking me again, drinking what I have to offer as I squirt again.

Everything is so wet, Archer slams into me and fucks me into the bed as he roars with his release. Turning off the wand, he falls to the side, and I turn to look at his satisfied face.

“Who wants to clean up from dinner or dessert?” I arch my eyebrow.

“Goddess, you can put the pizza away. I’ll change the bedding.” I lean over and kiss his cheek before heading to the bathroom.

When I come out, he’s got the bed stripped and the new sheets out. “Grab water when you go to the kitchen. You’ve got to rehydrate.”

I roll my eyes but know he’s right. With the pizza box in hand, I get the two glasses and head down the stairs naked.

Locking up for the night, I make sure everything is off before I chug a Powerade and grab a couple of bottles of water.

“Tomorrow night, I have our anniversary planned,” he says as I enter the room.

“Our anniversary isn’t until next week.”

Handing him a bottle of water, I grab my shirt and put it back on. “Yeah, but the plans I have include the weekend. I’ll quit my job in the morning, and tomorrow night, be ready.”

“I’m always ready, don’t you know that by now?” I wink at him, and he laughs.

Once we’re in bed, he turns on one of our favourite shows to fall asleep watching. “Thank you, darling.”

“You did well, Archer, I’m proud of you.”

He wraps his arm around my waist, and I fall asleep listening to the show I’ve watched ten million times.

Thankfully, the anniversary things I ordered for Archer have come in early. I bought him one of his favourite horror-movie masks, apparently it’s rare or something.

I think it would be hot if he chased me wearing it, but it would take a bit to train him. Along with it is a new gym bag, a cock ring, and some other things for us to play with. It all fits in two gift bags.

I’m intrigued by what the surprise could be for me. I have no idea where he is taking me. I look through my side of the closet but can’t decide on what to wear.

We bought steaks for the barbecue since the May weather is finally nice enough to grill, and I’ve already diced vegetables that are marinating to be roasted.

Standing in a thong and bra, I sigh and head to the bathroom to do my hair. After it’s straight, I walk out and run into Archer’s thick chest.

“Goddess, looking delicious.”

“Where are we going? What do I wear?” I grab a scrunchie from the dresser to put on my wrist and notice the one on his, which makes me smile.

“Hear me out. I found this place. We’ll do presents and a snack first, and then go. When we come home, I’ll feed you dinner.”

Archer is terrible at keeping surprises, so I’m intrigued by what he could have planned for me. He stares at me like I’m the best thing he’s ever seen.