Archer
“What are you doing for Spring Break?” I ask, while gently running my finger in circles on Adrianna’s soft, tanned skin.
“I told my father I’m not coming home.” Adrianna shrugs. “Eva wants me to stay here, and I agreed.”
“And your father accepted that?” I find it hard to believe that Adrianna can dictate what she does, especially since she mentioned he wanted her home a week earlier to meet a potential suitor for marriage.
Adrianna shakes her head. “He didn’t oppose it, so I guess.”
“What happened to the suitor?” I ask.
“Oh, I think he had a falling out with the father of the guy he was going to marry me off to. My father makes enemies faster than he makes friends.”
I chuckle. “I know the type.” My fingers dance over her skin lightly and she shivers. “So we can spend some time together then,” I say, thankful that Adrianna isn’t leaving for Spring Break. The last thing I want is to spend any time away from her.
She shakes her head. “I’ve got plans with Eva.”
“Not for the entire two weeks. Oak is only away for one of those weeks.” I brush my fingers lightly over her bare breasts and her nipples harden instantly.
“Archer,” she says my name in a breathless voice that drives me wild. “Not again.”
I smirk. “Can’t handle it?”
We’ve been in bed since eleven o’clock last night fucking and then sleeping. It’s now almost eleven o’clock in the morning on a Saturday, and I’m still hungry for her.
She draws in a deep breath. “If I don’t get out of here before lunch, my friends will get suspicious. There’s no way I’d ever miss breakfast and lunch.”
I arch a brow. “You still have an hour and a half until lunch is served. Or better yet, just tell them you feel sick and say you are staying in bed.”
“Knowing my friends, they’d be at my dorm room in a heartbeat trying to look after me. That will not work.”
I nod in response. “That’s because you have good friends that care about you. Do they know your plans for after graduation?”
Adrianna stiffens then. “No, I can’t let anyone know.”
“Except for me?” I confirm.
“You found out by following me. That’s different.”
I smirk, as I can’t help but feel a little privileged at being the only one who knows Adrianna’s deepest and darkest secret. “And will you factor me into your plan?”
Her brow furrows. “What?”
“I mean, I don’t want this to end after graduation,” I say, kissing her shoulder.
“There’s no way this is continuing after I graduate.” She shakes her head. “I won’t even be in the states.”
“Where will you be?”
“If I told you that, I’d have to kill you… Literally.”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic, baby girl. I’ll go wherever you are going.”
Her jaw clenches. “I told you, Archer, this means nothing. It’s just sex.”
It feels like her words are a sucker punch to the gut as I stare into her beautiful, cold brown eyes. “You don’t mean that.”
“I mean it.” She sits up straighter. “Why wouldn’t I mean it?”
As always, Adrianna shocks me with how cold and detached she is. We’ve been sleeping together for months now. If she feels nothing, I do not know how. “Because this has to mean something to you.”
“I’m afraid the moment you blackmailed me into sleeping with you, there was no chance I’d feel anything but anger toward you.”
“Bend over,” I order, knowing that the only way to keep myself from falling apart is to do what I do best. Fuck.
Her eyes narrow. “I told you not again. I’m starving and going to pass out from lack of sustenance.”
“That’s not possible. I’ve already made you two sandwiches since last night.” I grab her thigh and force her over onto all fours. “Now be a good girl and do as you are told.” I spank her ass, as this is the only way to mask my pain. I care about Adrianna, more than I’ve cared about any woman before. She is strong, independent and beautiful.
“Archer,” she whines.
“This is happening whether or not you want it to.”
She groans in response. “You are insane.”
“And you love it,” I say, lowering my face between her thighs and licking right through her center. “I’ll never get enough of tasting you, baby girl.”
Adrianna moans despite herself. Her back arching, proving to me she’s ready to be fucked just as much as I’m ready to fuck her. My cock is straining against the fabric of my briefs. I keep licking and sucking her while freeing myself and stroking my cock.
You’d think after a night of fucking I’d be satiated, but I’m not. It’s as if I can’t get enough of Adrianna Vasquez, no matter how many times I have her.
“Do you realize how damn addictive you are?” I ask, running my hand down her spine.
She shudders at my touch. “Just get on with it already.”
I spank her ass again, and she cries out. “Who is in charge, baby girl?”
Her anger practically radiates from her like a separate entity. “You,” she spits, rather unconvincingly.
I grab the back of her neck forcefully. “Say it like you mean it.”
There’s a few moments of silence before she says. “You are.”
“Better,” I reply, releasing her neck.
And then I slide my tongue through her increasingly wet pussy, turning her into a mess before me. Her thighs shudder as I thrust my fingers into her and suck her clit hard simultaneously, pushing her closer to orgasm.
It’s amusing the way I’ve learned all her little tells, from the way her breathing quickens to the little mewling sounds she makes in the buildup. They get increasingly louder until she’s crying out and coming apart beautifully.
And right now she’s on the edge of crying, so I stop. As I won’t let her come until I’m buried inside of her.