Page 58 of Broken Halos

The tour continued with long French kisses among the European paintings, drawings, and sculptures and teasing strokes along the rigid length of his cock while taking in the Musical Instruments Collection.

“I have something for you to blow, Golden Boy,” Archie whispered darkly in my ear while we read the information about the Raven Rattle from 1914 originating from Queen Charlotte Islands, British Columbia.

In the Fashion Art and Textiles, Archie temporarily forgot about me when he laid eyes on the Chanel, Dior, and Vionnet collections. “Does Trix see something she likes?”

“These gowns would go great with the stockings I’m wearing beneath these trousers.” Archie looked at me then, and I realized he hadn’t forgotten about my being there while he lusted over sumptuous fabrics. He was biding his time to get even. “I even wore a garter belt for the special occasion.”

A quickie in a dark corner was no longer an option. I needed privacy and a bed. I didn’t want to utilize the horny, cow-like sculpture labeled a Rhyton Vessel. “He’s as horny as I am,” I said pointing to the long, curving horns.

“It appears to have a saddle on the back of it,” Archie said. “Do you think it’s strong enough to support our weight. I could straddle Rhyton, and you could straddle me.”

Archie pulled me in front of him and pressed his dick against my ass. I reached up and slid my hands through his thick, dark hair. Sex between us was always explosive, but I knew it would be off the charts by the time we finally got back to my house.

“What I wouldn’t give to pull your cock out and stroke it right here.”

I pressed my ass harder against the bulge in his pants. He was harder than I’d ever felt him before, and the need to feel him buried inside me made me moan out loud.

“Time to go, don’t you think?” I asked.

“Yes, but let’s walk casually so we don’t look like we’ve hidden ancient artifacts in our jackets.”

It was harder to act normal than I thought because I was so in tune with Archie and how badly he wanted me too. It felt like we were emitting a strong enough current between us to cause a fire. We made our way back to the main staircase and had just rounded the final curve before we reached the bottom when we almost ran into the man who had been watching Ryder so intently.

“Pardon me,” he said. He had a melodic British accent and a warm smile, but his dark eyes seemed cold and calculating. “I’m looking for someone. I saw him speaking to you earlier. Tall, blond hair, and blue eyes. His name is Ryder Jameson.”

I suddenly had a bad feeling about the guy and shockingly felt the urge to keep Ryder away from him. “We haven’t seen him since we spoke to him down in the Great Hall.”

“Damn,” he said, sounding irritated. “Thank you, anyway.”

“No problem,” Archie said, shrugging at me when the guy just continued up the stairs at a quick pace.

“What do you suppose that’s about?” I asked once we reached the ground floor.

“It’s not my concern,” Archie replied, leading me toward the exit. “You are my concern. The things I want to do with your body are my concern.”

I handed the valet ticket to the attendant then slid my arm around Archie’s waist. He was absolutely right and thinking about Ryder would just be a damper on our perfect evening. I was so excited to get Archie naked I considered getting a hotel room, but I hadn’t been inside one of those since my last customer booked a cheap room the day before my arrest. I didn’t associate hotel rooms with lovemaking and happiness, so it was probably a trigger.

Archie wasn’t in the mood to play fair. Once we were in the car, he traced his fingers over the straps of his garter belt and around the lacy band of his stockings on his thighs. He reached between his legs and massaged his balls, moaning and telling me how full they felt. Then he stroked his cock and teased his nipples through his crisp, white shirt.

“You’re starting to drive as erratically as me,” Archie teased in a voice darkened by lust and raw need. “I must be a bad influence on you, Golden Boy.”

“I’m glad you finally admit you’re a horrible driver, Arch. I think we both know why I’m driving twenty miles over the speed limit and switching lanes like a race car driver.” At last, I saw my exit sign, turned on my signal, and cut across three lanes of highway to get there just in the nick of time.

The trip once we left the interstate wasn’t very long, but Archie never let up on his seduction. Luckily, he kept his hands to himself, or we’d end up in a plowed field or crashing into a tree. I turned into my lane on two wheels and kicked up rocks and dust as I sped toward my house.

We were out of the car as soon as I put it in park. We rounded the hood at the same time and crashed into each other, hands groping and sliding over hard planes and curved butt cheeks. Our kiss was scorching and feverish with teeth bumping and tongues tangling. I nearly tripped up the steps, and Archie caught my startled gasp and laughter with his mouth. My hands shook so bad I dropped the keychain twice before Archie took it from my hands and unlocked the door.

“These clothes have to go,” I told Archie, pulling off my jacket and tossing it to the ground. “I can’t go another second without knowing what you’re wearing under your pants.”

“I can’t wait to see your reaction,” Archie replied, cupping his swollen cock through the fabric.

I dropped to my feet and pressed my face against the front of his pants. “You’re leaking.” I inhaled the smell of his arousal deep into my nose then went to work on his buckle, button, and zipper. “Oh dear God,” I whispered when I revealed the matching lavender lacy underwear and garter belt. I slid his pants down his legs and waited as he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his trousers. “Archie,” I reverently whispered as I ran my finger from the curve of his arched foot, over his toned calf, along the back of his knee where he was ticklish, and up his inner thigh until I reached the top of the soft gray stockings. “You’re so beautiful and sexy.”

Archie slid his hand into my hair and tilted my head back so he could look into my eyes. “You’re the sexy one. I could come from the way you’re looking at me right now.”

“I can do better than that,” I assured him, loving the way his hard dick looked beneath delicate underwear. I leaned forward and tongued his balls through the lace then licked a path up his shaft until I teased the sensitive foreskin around the crown of his cock.

“Thatisbetter,” Archie said, pushing against my tongue.