Page 9 of Just One: Box Set

Chapter Nine

A rcher's hand froze at her opening. "A virgin."

"Yes." Harley held her breath, afraid he was going to leave now that he knew the truth.

"But I thought…" Archer shook his head. "You've always seemed so sure of yourself. I just assumed you'd done this before. Are you telling me I'm your first?"

She nodded, waiting for him to tuck tail and run. When he climbed on the bed beside her, Harley blew out the breath she'd been holding.

"Are you mad?"

"Mad?" Archer pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "No, baby. I'm honored. Are you sure this is what you want? I don’t want you to feel obligated to have sex with me. We can wait."

"No." Harley rolled to her side and stroked his arm. "I want you, Archer. I've wanted you for a while now. I was just scared to tell you the?—"

Archer's lips captured her in a searing kiss, cutting off anything she might have said. His fingers tangled in her hair as he rolled her onto her back and wedged himself between her legs.

"I love you, Harley."

She squealed when he pressed his lips to her neck and licked his way down her collarbone. His hands moved around her, releasing her bra and freeing her breasts for him to explore. Harley nearly came off the bed when he sucked a nipple into his mouth and squeezed the other between his fingers.

"Oh, God." She cried out from the sensations he was giving her with his mouth. "Archer."

"I know, baby. But I'm going to have to get you ready for me. I'm a lot bigger than that toy and I don't want to hurt you. Do you trust me?"

Archer peered up at her as he kissed her abdomen. His tongue snaked out and licked around her belly button, sending sparks of desire straight to her core. Harley didn't know it would feel this good.

"Yes. I trust you."

That was all the encouragement he needed.

Archer buried his face between her legs, devouring her pussy with his mouth.

Harley moaned and writhed beneath him as he licked and sucked her flesh.

He inserted a finger, pressing it inside her walls as he bit down on her nub.

Harley cried out again, her body snapping like an overstretched rubber band.

The orgasm was unreal as her juices coated Archer's face. He lapped at her honey, drinking in every ounce she gave. When her body finally relaxed, Archer lifted his head and grinned. "Did you like that?"

"Like it? I think I've died and gone to heaven."

"Good. We're just getting started."

Archer climbed his way between her legs and covered her body with his. His mouth fit over hers as he plunged his tongue inside. Harley could feel his arousal slipping between her folds, making her stiffen beneath him.

"What's wrong, baby?"

"You need to put on a condom. I'm on the pill, but I don't want to take any chances."

Archer groaned in frustration but reached down on the floor and tugged a foil packet from his pants pocket. Harley watched in fascination as he covered his dick in the latex barrier, just like Jackie had done with the banana earlier.

"You want to touch me?" Archer stroked his cock. "Go ahead." He grabbed her hand and wrapped it around his girth.

Harley squeezed his shaft, barely able to get her fingers around him. Archer moaned as she moved her palm over the slippery rubber.

"Fuck. Stop or I'll cum before I've even gotten inside you." Harley dropped her hand and gripped the sheet. "You ready, baby? I promise to go slow, but it's probably going to hurt a little."

"I'm ready." She widened her legs, her heart racing in anticipation.

Archer lined himself up with her opening. He held himself up on one elbow as he guided his shaft into her channel.

"Fuck. You're tight. Don't move or this will be over before it starts." He peered at her face as he pushed inside and paused. "This may hurt. You ok or do you want me to stop?"

Harley grunted with the intrusion, his shaft stretching and filling her inch by inch. There was a slight burning as her walls adjusted to accommodate his size. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he was bigger than the vibrator.

Archer bucked his hips, tearing through her innocence. Harley cried out from the moment of pain but soon filled with a blazing fire of need. A need so desperate, she never wanted him to stop.

"Don't stop. Please. Don't. Stop." Harley gritted out. The pain was slowly giving way to pleasure. Pleasure that burned, but in the most stimulating way possible.

"Oh God," she moaned, her body rising to meet his thrust. "Please. I need…" she trailed off.

"What do you need, baby?" Archer froze, concerned he'd hurt her.

"For you to move." Harley wiggled beneath him, demanding more.

Archer was spurred into action. His body pumped into her, thrusting his cock into her channel as she cried out in ecstasy. Harley's body snapped as her walls clamped down on Archer's shaft. She screamed out as her orgasm burst free, sending him over the edge with her.

He grunted, pounding himself into her as she clawed at his back. Harley's pussy convulsed around him, squeezing every drop of cum he offered.

"Holy shit." Archer collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving from the exertion. "You ok?"

"I'm perfect." Harley pressed a kiss to his lips. "But you're crushing me." She huffed beneath him, pushing at his chest to make him move. Harley's body ached deliciously, making her want to do it again. She hadn't realized what she had been missing out on.

Archer rolled to the side. "Oh, fuck."

Harley turned her head toward him. "What?"

"The condom." Archer was looking down at his semi-hard cock. "It's gone."

"What do you mean it's gone?" The elation she had been feeling slowly faded.

"I mean." Archer hopped off the bed and lifted the tangled sheet off the mattress. "It's gone."

"Archer. Where the fuck could it have gone? It was on your dick. I saw you put it on."

Archer turned to her, wide eyed. "Um. Baby."

Harley's chest heaved as panic invaded their tender moment. "Archer. Where in the fuck is the condom?"

"Don’t panic, Harley. You said you were on the pill, right?"

"Yes. But that doesn’t answer my question. Where. Is. The. Condom ?"