Page 86 of The Sounds of Her

My dress is bunched around my middle, the top beneath my tits and the skirt above my bellybutton. Every part of me exposed. I gasp as he pulls his shorts open and grabs the waistband of his boxer briefs, pushing it down and releasing his dick. It’s thick and engorged and the tip is glistening.

I guess rockstars are always prepared because he produces a condom from his pocket. Once sheathed, he doesn’t pause, pushing into me hard and fast. My mouth falls open, in a silent scream of pleasure.

“Fuck,” Archer tilts his upper body up as he presses his hips against mine until his balls hit my ass.

He holds still for a moment, his eyes closed as we both adjust to how far he’s buried inside of me. Then he moves. He presses one hand on my shoulder, the other tugs my leg back around his hip. I’m powerless beneath him, as he pushes in and out of me. His eyes are everywhere, watching my tits bounce, looking between where we’re joined and up to my face.

He lowers himself, his weight pressing into me and kisses me again, his hips keeping up the fast pace. I can hardly breathe, not because he is heavy, because he is stealing the breath from my lungs.

He meant it when he said he couldn’t do slow. I run my hands down his back and under his shorts, pushing at his underwear to grab onto the taut skin of his ass, pulling him in harder.

“You like getting fucked hard, don’t you?” he growls into my ear.

“Yes. Harder.”

Archer obliges. Normally I take a while to come from penetrative sex. I need further stimulation, but the way his pelvis grinds against my clit, and the delicious friction of his cock slamming into me, has a climax cresting.

His mouth covers mine again, adding to the way he is tearing me apart. My eyes slam shut as the climax overtakes me, my body thrusts up and I let out a long, low moan that has Archer thrusting faster, his tongue dancing with mine to the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Fuck, yeah,” he grunts. “Fuck, you’re so tight. So good.”

He slams into me, hard and fast, then holds still as his dick pulses and he lets everything go. He roars as he comes inside me. His thrusts slow, but he keeps moving, kissing, and sucking on my neck, working back and forth.

I’m boneless, replete, floating away. Then he pulls out, but his fingers are at my clit and my eyes pop open. Archer stares at me as he circles my clit until my legs begin to shake.

Archer’s eyes lock on mine as he pushes a finger inside and I detonate again, my nails gouging into his lower back where I have hold of him. He grunts, satisfied he made me come again.

My eyes flutter closed, and I let out a sigh. Archer is breathing hard as he withdraws his hand. He pulls back, and I miss the warmth of his body. His lips wrap around my nipple again and I shiver. He kisses both breasts, then pushes himself up and over me.

“You okay?” he asks.

I take stock of myself. I’m well and truly fucked, but reality sets in as my hands lower. There is grass between my fingers, my hands are dirty from the ground, and my ass is no longer on my jacket.

The sounds of workers down in the orchard hits my ears. Jesus, we fucked out in the open of a very public place.

My eyes widen as I glance around. Archer’s lips tilt up, but he seems to realise where we are too. After taking care of the condom, he gropes around for my panties, but his eyes get caught between my thighs, and I know what he is staring at.

He slips my legs into the panties and pulls them up, while I push up and lift my bra back into place. I can’t help but stare at his dick hanging heavily between his legs. There is something erotic about him being fully dressed but bared to me.

We both snap out of the sex haze when we hear a vehicle coming closer. Archer pulls up the straps of my dress and tucks himself away, doing up the zipper and belt as I sit up and shuffle back. There is dirt in my underwear. It’s as bad as beach sex.

Archer sits back on his haunches then pushes upright. He reaches down and takes my hand, pulling me up. I stumble and fall into him.

“That was…” he says.

“Unexpected?”

“Yeah, but… I was gonna say fantastic.”

I try not to smile. It was. But also, not the best of ideas. We swore we wouldn’t have sex. His hair is a mess from my hands, mine is even worse.

“We need to get out of here without seeing anyone,” I say, grabbing my jacket.

Archer makes a growling sound. “I’m almost tempted to drag you into that building and let Daryl see how you look right now.”

“Are you kidding me?”

He laughs. He didn’t mean it, but a weird male prideful expression crosses his face. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”