Page 9 of Boo-ty Calls

Nine

Sloane

The dick on the other side is good, and I fumble with the buttons on the remote to Archer’s cage. I have no clue what they do, but he keeps flinching, and I’m enjoying the pain etched across his face.

I pull his hand closer so he can play with my clit, because the guy on the other side doesn’t seem to care except to get his dick wet. It’s the third one, and I’m already getting tired. I don't have a clue how people do this in porn, but it certainly isn’t an all-night event for me.

Buddy, who’s balls-deep in me, lets out a strangled groan, and I roll my eyes because I wasn’t even close. Though I guess this place is only to get your rocks off and not care about the woman.

“Baby, can you help me down?”

Archer looks surprised, but doesn’t hesitate and gets me off the curved shelf before placing the bottom up. I squeeze my core tight to hold his gift.

Turned on is an understatement, and when I look into his eyes, I know I need him more than another strange dick.

“Kneel for me.”

He does so beautifully. I’ll never tire of his listening skills.

Archer moves toward me and grips my thighs, opening me to him as he holds me. Licking my thighs and pussy lips, he continues until I’m clean on the outside.

I let go, and he sucks hard as he swallows the loads of come inside of me. Pushing as much as I can out, he continues and groans under the pleasure of it all.

“Thank you, Goddess.” Archer sits back on his heels and looks at me.

Brushing the hair off his forehead, I smile. “Did you bring water? And the sleeve?”

Hopping up, he heads over to our bag and hands me water before taking his drink and pulling out my favourite cock sleeve. His eyebrows furrow, and he tilts his head.

“Strip for me. I’ll let you out of your cage if you put it on and then fuck me and make me cum so fucking hard.”

Archer scrambles as if my offer is limited, and I unlock his cage from my phone.

Slipping the thick cock sleeve over his, he steps forward and turns me before I’m pressed against the pleather. He lifts one of my legs and slams into me forcefully.

This is a different side of him, but tonight might have brought it out in him.

“Are you a little possessive tonight, baby?” I moan as he continues to thrust into me.

He reaches around to touch my neck as he presses me harder into the pleather. Not tight enough to choke me, but as close as he’s ever come to dominating me.

“Fuck. You’re so wet,” Archer whispers into my hair.

“Are you trying to dom me, baby? It’s so cute.”

He jerks his hips harder into me, and through the thin sleeve I can feel his dick throb. His girth fills me as he continues to pump into me.

Leaning back against his chest, I relish in the pleasure, and when he moves his hand from my throat to tweak my nipple, I scream out as I ride the waves of my orgasm.

“Goddess,” he says with a struggle.

“Yes?”

“May I cum? Please. I’m on the edge.” His moans fill my ears, and I’m finally satisfied from my last one.

Pausing before I answer, he whimpers and attempts to pull out of me. As I move away from the wall, his thrusts slow. “Be a good boy, pull out and cum all over my face.”

I lower to the cold dark tile, looking at him he whips off the sleeve and furiously strokes his dick. Leaning his hand against the wall behind us, he groans in pleasure as he gives me the facial I allow from time to time.

Licking my lip, I stare up at him. “My favourite noises other than your whimpers are when I let you cum.”

“Anything for you, Goddess. May I clean you?”

I swirl my tongue over my mouth, trying to reach my skin. “Hmmm. I don’t know if you asked correctly. Maybe I’ll take it all for myself.”

“Please, can I worship you the way you deserve?” His lips form a pout, and it's adorable.

Spreading my legs to lean back, I curl my finger and nod.

Archer kneels in front of me, wrapping his arm behind me. He swipes his finger over my chin and pulls it away to clean his come from me. Continuing, he cleans me and before he can swallow I catch his lips with mine, deepening the kiss with him, tasting him on his tongue.

I jump and cross the room to pack up. “Stay on your knees.”

With a glance over my shoulder, I see him following orders, his tattoos standing out against the LED lights. Shimmying into my skirt, I finish with my shirt and pack our toys before putting everything in the bag.

“Get dressed. You have dinner to make.”

Archer stands and puts his clothes on. Slipping his hand into mine, he kisses my temple and grins. “I love you, darling.”

“Forever.” I squeeze his hand, and we head out to the car.

I’ll have to fill out his card while he’s cooking. He loves them and always keeps everything I write to him, as if it’s precious material.

Archer opens the passenger door, and I step into the car. The evening carries a chilly breeze, and I should’ve brought a hoodie.

“I’ll cook while you bathe, if you want.”

Nodding, I turn up the heat and flick the button for the seat to warm. “Next time I’ll bring baby wipes and a sweater.”

“You want to go again?” His tone is excited.

I watch the scenery pass by for a moment before turning to look at him. “Fuck yeah, I’ll leave you if you don’t take me back there.” I smirk and look out the window.

His hand reaches across the console, reaching my leg, squeezing the flesh. “If you threw me out, who would cook you dinner? Remind you to drink water or keep you on your toes?”

Bratty behaviour brews in my belly, but I let it go. It’s our pre-anniversary after all. “True, it would be too much work training another man to be as good as you.”

“Such a compliment. Go get warm in the bath and I’ll call you for dinner.” He reaches the glove compartment and pulls out a small bag before turning the car off in our driveway.

I squeeze his arm and kiss his cheek before getting out and walking up the path. “Thank you, Archer. Tonight has been unbelievable. All of it. I’m thankful for you in my life.”

He drops a kiss on my head before heading into the kitchen. “I love you too, Goddess.” Archer calls out. I grab the card I forgot from my office and head to the bath.

While the water fills the tub, I head to the bedroom and strip off my clothes before grabbing plaid pants and my favourite old shirt of Archer’s.

Dropping them on the counter, I tie my hair higher and grab a pen and book before getting into the bath.

Hot water warms me, and I stretch as all the tension leaves my body. Sleepiness fleets past me, but I shake it off and grab the hard book to write his card.

Once I’m done, I fold the envelope and wash my body with my favourite body wash. Lying back, I enjoy the hot water.

“Dinner’s ready.”

“Coming,” I shout back and pull the plug.

Grabbing a towel, I quickly dry off before getting into comfy clothes and snatching a hoodie off the back of the door so I can hold all the heat to my body.

“Thank you for making dinner. It smells amazing,” I tell him once I reach the kitchen. The vegetables and potatoes I did earlier fill half of our plates, but the other side is a juicy-looking rare steak.

“Of course. Television?” he asks, and I stare at him like it’s our first date.

“Duh? Like we’d ever eat a different way. What? Talk to each other?”

Archer chuckles, and we head to the living room. Sitting on the couch, he loads our favourite series, and I lean against him as we eat.

The steak melts in my mouth, and the vegetable marinade was a solid choice. “These are impeccable, see? I’d be fine without you.”

“You’d eat cold marinated vegetables and raw potatoes. The intention is always there, but we both know you’d wait until the last minute and eat everything in your path, or better yet, you’d put it on the grill and walk away until the fire department came.”

I scrunch my face at his ability to know me so damn well. “Fine, that’s fair, but I make a mean cheese and crackers.” Placing my fork and knife on the plate, I lean forward and set them on the coffee table.

“True, so scurvy might get you, but otherwise you’d be solid.”

Nudging him, I lean against him, cuddling as we watch the show. I have a lot of favourite places with Archer. Feeling safe in his arms will always be number one, even if I’d never tell him.

We shouldn’t fit together the way we do, but it works so flawlessly and has been the most solid piece of my life. Finding each other after years of trauma and bullshit was like fate or some shit, or totally accidental. Either way, I’m forever grateful.

“I love you,” I whisper.

“Not as much as I love you. Now let me up. Don’t fall asleep. I’m going to load the dishwasher, and then we can go to bed.”

I pull away from him with a grudge, but he’s right. “I forgot your card upstairs. Let me go get it and we can head to bed,” I tell him and kiss his cheek.

Archer turns and captures my lips, deepening the kiss and leaving me almost breathless. “Just glad you’re mine, even if you’re always trying to get rid of me.” He chuckles and grabs our plates before heading to the kitchen.

Running up the stairs like a monster might catch me, I look around the bedroom but can’t find where I left the card.

This is why Archer is right. He always finds everything for me. Glancing in the bathroom, I see the black envelope and grab it.

Turning on our show in the bedroom, I adjust the pillows and lower the volume a bit, but make sure the subtitles are on. Then I hear a loud crash and scurry to the window. Looking around, I don’t see anything.

Leaning against the wall, I wait for the usual dramatic screams of the neighbourhood, but there’s nothing. Shrugging, I turn on my heated side of the bed and trot down the stairs to the kitchen.

Everything is off the counters, but he’s nowhere to be found. I creep around the island to the other side and see Archer lying across the open dishwasher.

Blood trickles on the floor, causing me to gasp. I inch closer to check his pulse, but there’s nothing. My mouth falls open, and the room spins.

Nothing makes sense, and I can hear my heartbeat galloping, a brief sense of anger covering me.

“Jesus Christ, Archer, if you didn’t want to clean up after dinner, you just had to say that. Didn’t have to be so fucking dramatic and die.”