Page 34 of Archer
“Damn, boy, you are beautiful.”
He dipped his chin a little, but the smile on his lips told me he enjoyed the compliment. “Thank you, Daddy,” he said softly.
I pulled him back for another kiss, and he slid his hand up underneath my shirt, and the feel of his warm hands against my skin was almost my undoing.
“Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” I suggested.
“Yeah, your bedroom. We should definitely take this to your bedroom.” He looked up at me, his eyes dark with lust and his lips swollen from my kisses. If it weren’t for the fact that this was going to be our first time, I would’ve said screw the bed and taken him right there, but this was our first time, and he deserved something more than a frantic fuck on the couch. I stood up, taking him with me and carried him across the room to my bedroom.
As soon as we were inside, I let him slide to the floor, and neither of us wasted any time removing the rest of our clothing. I went to the bedside table and took out a condom and a bottle oflube, setting them there where I could reach them later. He was standing there where I’d left him, watching me. I reached out my hand and he took it, and I pulled him with me to the side of the bed.
He looked up at me, licking his lips nervously.
“What is it, sweet boy?” I hoped we weren’t moving too fast for him, but I was willing to stop if we were.
“Can I taste you, Daddy?” he asked timidly.
“Is that what you want?”
He nodded his head yes. And who was I to deny my boy what he wanted? “If that’s what you want to do, go ahead.”
He didn’t waste any time, gracefully dropping to his knees before reaching out, taking my cock, and bringing it to his lips. He swirled his tongue around the head and then took me into his mouth. I let out a moan as his hot, wet mouth surrounded me. His lips tightened around me as he slid down to the root and slowly began to bob up and down. The sight of this beautiful boy on his knees in front of me was breathtaking, and I knew if he continued, I wouldn’t last long. After a minute, I reached down under his armpits and pulled him up. He let out an adorable little whimper.
“Sweet boy, your mouth is pure sin, but I want to be inside your body when I come.”
“Yes, please,” he gasped.
“Hop up on the bed for me,” I said as I reached over and picked up the lube and condom from where I’d laid them earlier. He hurried to do as I said, and fuck, if this sexy boy laying on my bed naked in front of me wasn’t the best thing I’d ever seen, I didn’t know what was. I moved up on the bed to join him, positioning myself on my knees between his legs. I rolled on the condom and then opened the bottle, pouring some of the lube onto my hands. He spread his legs wider, giving me plenty of access.
I pressed one finger in, sliding it in and out of his hole, then added a second. I pumped in and out, twisting them around and stretching him as he moaned. Once I was sure he was ready, I got into position and slid into him slowly, letting out a long groan as his tight channel surrounded me. I stilled, giving him a chance to adjust. I stayed there until I felt his body relax around me.
“Please move, Daddy. Please.”
“Don’t you worry, baby boy. Daddy will give you what you need.”
I began to thrust into him harder and deeper, as the sounds he made spurred me on. Even outside of bed, he was so expressive. When he did something, it was easy to see he gave his whole self over to the feeling, and he was no different in bed. I thought that sex with him would be amazing, but it was more than that. It was everything, and I didn’t think I would last much longer.
“Touch yourself for me, baby. I want you to come with me.”
He did as I said and reached down, wrapped his hand around his leaking cock, and began stroking in time with my thrusts.
“Yes, just like that,” I told him as I slammed into him over and over.
He cried out as he came, shooting streams of cum all over his stomach. I gripped his hips, holding him in place as I thrust deep inside him one more time, throwing my head back as I came, filling the condom with my release.
I dropped to the bed beside him and pulled him into my arms. He let me hold him there for a minute, then rolled to the side. “I’m getting you messy.”
I reached down, ran one finger across his stomach, and brought it to my mouth. “There are worse ways to be messy, but lay right there, and I’ll go get you a wet towel. Then we’ll get some sleep.”
Crispin
Last night was wonderful. Archer was wonderful. Being his boy was wonderful. But most of all, waking up in the morning after our first sleepover and not feeling awkward and out of sorts was wonderful. He’d woken me with featherlight kisses across my jaw, showing me how much he still wanted me this morning.That he was happy I stayed the night. It seemed like that every time I turned around, he blew my mind.
“Do you have time for breakfast, sweet boy?” he asked as he came to stand next to me at the bathroom sink.
I met his gaze in the mirror, and I wondered if this was more a reminder that he expected me to eat three meals a day than him actually asking me to have breakfast. I wanted to eat with him. I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, but I didn’t want to disrupt his normal morning routine, either.
“If you don’t have time, you don’t have to worry. I’m going to stop in at Bram’s bakery before I head into the studio.”