Page 37 of Broken Halos
“Hands off the goods,” Archie said with a raised brow before he opened the glass door and stepped inside.
I saw his movements in the reflection of the mirror, and I’d never seen anything as sexy as him washing and rinsing his hair. I was so jealous of the shampoo suds cascading down his body but knew I’d soon get my chance. Archie quickly washed his body with a loofah and shower gel before he turned the shower off and opened the door to grab the towel. I wanted to get up and cross the room to dry him off myself, but he’d told me to stay put. Archie ran the towel roughly over his head, making his hair stick up everywhere. My eyes followed the motion of the towel as he rubbed it across his chest and down his abdomen before drying his arms. My eyes locked on his hard-on and the smooth skin at the base of his cock. I wanted to kiss him there before taking his dick in my mouth.
“You’re thinking dirty thoughts again, Ollie,” Archie said in a rough voice.
“Can you hear my dick weeping from over there?”
“Is that what I heard while I was in the shower?”
“That was me moaning with the need to touch you,” I confessed.
Archie wrapped the towel around his waist and padded into the room, looking sexy, smug, and delicious. “You want to touch me, Ollie?”
“Here? Now?”
“Can you think of a better time?” he asked, standing at the foot of the chaise. He hooked his hands in the towel and waited for me to answer him.
“I thought you wanted to talk first to clear the air and—”
“Ollie, is there anything I can say about religion that will change your feelings for me?”
“No.”
“Is there anything I can tell you about my past relationships that will make you want to run in the opposite direction?”
“No.”
“Is it the man answering no or is it his dick? I need to know, Ollie.”
I thought about what he was asking me for about half a second. “It’s me, Arch. All of me wants all of you, but I can wait if you’re not sure.”
His answer was to open the towel and drop it. I sat up straight, scooted to the end of the chaise, and placed my hands on his narrow hips. I kissed his tightly bunched abs and dipped my tongue inside his navel.
“Ollie,” Archie softly moaned as I kissed a path toward his bobbing erection. “You’re such a tease.”
“Am not,” I whispered against his quivering flesh. I stuck out my tongue and licked the smooth skin above the base of his cock. “I deliver.” He tried to push my shoulders back so I’d lie on my back, but I wasn’t interested in him rutting against me. I dug my fingers into his hips, stilling him. “You’re not always going to be in charge, Arch.”
He fisted his hands in my hair, rocking his hips so his dick rubbed up against my bristled chin. It could leave marks on his sensitive flesh, but I liked knowing he could look down tomorrow morning and be reminded of this moment.
“Suck me,” he demanded. “I’ve been thinking of your mouth on me forever.”
I shifted one hand between his parted legs to gently cup his balls while I lifted his cock to expose its underside with the other. I lowered my head, angling it to the side so I could place my tongue against his ball sac, then I licked a slow, wet trail from his balls to the tip of his leaking dick. “Mmmm,” I said when I tasted his precum.
“Ollie,” he moaned, sounding as desperate as I felt.
I sucked the flushed, round head inside my mouth and French-kissed the tip, rolling my tongue around and around, then I pushed back his foreskin with my tongue to reach the sensitive spot beneath the crown.
“Yes!” Archie’s hands tightened in my hair. He rocked his hips faster, desperate to get inside my mouth, but I tightened my lips around the crown, halting his progress. “You’re so mean.” I loved how frantic he sounded to have his dick all the way inside my mouth and pleasing him felt much more important to me than teasing him, so I loosened my lips, relaxed my jaw, and lowered my head until my nose touched the bare skin at the base of his cock.
“OLLIE!”IWHISPER-SHOUTED WHENI felt the head of my dick slide into his throat. I stilled my hips so I wouldn’t hurt him. I expected him to pull back right away, but my Ollie was full of surprises. I felt his puffs of air against my pelvis as he breathed in and out of his nose before he swallowed around my cock. “God, I won’t last. You feel too good.”
Ollie eased off then, slowly letting my cock slide from his mouth. He licked his lips that were wet, shiny, and indecent, matching the hunger in his eyes which looked almost black with lust. The Golden Boy I adored was replaced by someone darker, dirtier, and maybe a little depraved. I craved to know this side of him, wanted to do the dirtiest things to this man who sometimes felt untouchable with his goodness. I hardly recognize the man with the cocky sneer who knew he rocked me to my core and relished every fucking second of it.
“You’re wearing too much,” I told him. “I need to see your skin—touch it.”
Ollie pulled his charcoal gray Henley over his head, baring his dark, olive-toned skin to me. I wanted to touch everywhere all at once, but I started with his hard nipples. I circled the furled buds with my thumbs, feeling them get even tighter. He leaned forward and nipped one of the V-shaped muscles of my pelvis before nuzzling his nose at the juncture of my thigh.
“Lie down,” I said. “This isn’t fair.”