Chasing Shade Part 16

'Is what weird?' he replied.

He kissed her everywhere and she kissed him back. Letting her fingers slide along his skin, explore the stubble on his cheeks and jaw, move down to the hard, defined muscles of his back and shoulders.

'That I feel like I've known you for so very long when it's only been days?'

He reached down and stroked her thigh and Betsey parted her legs. She opened herself to him and Archie held his breath while he slid his c.o.c.k along her slick opening. When he thrust into her, he exhaled and so did she. She found herself laughing and he joined her. 'It is weird,' he said, sliding home. Driving into her to the root of his c.o.c.k. His body anchoring hers to earth, it felt like. 'But I feel the same way.'

'Sometimes I think I should run from it,' she said, worrying her lip with her teeth.

Archie rocked his hips ever so slightly but it seemed to ignite every nerve ending deep inside Betsey. She squeezed her p.u.s.s.y tight around him, feeling his length and the blissful friction. She sighed, but he groaned. 'Don't run from me, Betsey,' he finally managed. 'Why would you do that?'

'I don't want to depend on anyone.'

'Help isn't dependency.' He moved a little faster and she found the words she wanted, needed, bleeding away in her pleasure.

'I don't want to ruin anyone's life.'

'Not possible,' he said.

'I don't want to cling to anyone,' she whispered, tears p.r.i.c.king her eyes but her body moving up eagerly. It sought its own pleasure even as she felt her fears rising.

'Clinging is underrated.' He pressed his lips to her ear. 'Don't you run from me, Betsey. What you feel with me isn't need or dependency, it's just emotions. Honest ones. Real ones. Maybe fast, but ' He laughed, stilling inside her so they seemed one big heartbeat as they waited for movement.

'But?' She cracked first, moving her hips up to force him deep inside her.

'But good. What we've had in these last few days is the first good...the first honest thing I've seen in a long time. My life could use a dose of good and honest. Of Betsey,' he said, kissing her hair.

She wrapped her arms around him and held him close. The rest of their lovemaking was silent and intuitive. She moved when he needed and he grew more intense when she needed. When they finally came, it was together. Vibrantly but almost silently. Nothing but gasps and quiet moans and arms and legs tangled intimately around one another.

Betsey fell asleep wondering if she'd ever had that with anyone else. Not that she could remember. Her fear still lingered but his words did too. She heard them in her head as she finally drifted off. Don't you run from me, Betsey.

She loved him. She couldn't keep it secret from herself. But she could keep it secret from him. It was too fast. She knew that deep down in herself. As painful as it was.

Sunday light invaded the blackout curtains. It broke through in spots where there were holes. That's what woke Betsey. She watched Archie, standing at the window, peeking through the holes, drinking coffee from a tall paper cup.

'Hey, is that coffee I smell?'

He turned to look at her, little dots of light making his dark hair shine. 'It is. I brought you some. Tons of sugar and tons of creamer.'

She stretched. Remembering where they were, remembering their night together. 'What time is it?'

'Nine.'

'I haven't slept in that late in ages,' she said.

'It's snowing.' Archie smiled at her, the intensity of that smile reminding her of a kid happy for a snow day.

'Open the curtains, then. I love snow.'

'I didn't want to bother you,' he said.

'I'm awake now.' She clutched the sheet to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and he brought her the coffee and the cardboard drink carrier br.i.m.m.i.n.g with fixings.

He held out the coffee and when she reached for it, he moved it back a little. 'Archie,' she said. But she reached for it. Watched him watching her and how the sheet gaped because she was reaching out. She laughed.

He didn't. His eyes remained utterly serious. 'I'll give you the coffee if you drop that sheet,' he said.

She c.o.c.ked her head, felt heat rise to her cheeks. She dropped the sheet. The feel of his eyes on her was nearly physical. Betsey felt her nipples pebble from the intensity of his gaze.

He handed her the coffee and she took it, the cup warming her hands instantly. Archie stroked her nipple with the tip of his finger. The sensation curled through her chest and down into her belly. Betsey sighed. 'You're not supposed to turn a girl on when she's drinking her coffee.'

'Can't help it,' he mumbled. 'You turn me on all the time. Every day, all day. All I have to do is look at you and I'm ready.' He chuckled. 'Sound like a h.o.r.n.y teenager.'

She doctored her coffee and he watched her. He tugged the sheet to expose her to her knees. It was chilly but it turned her on too. How he watched her. Sometimes stroking her thigh, sometimes her shoulder, sometimes her hair. She took a perfect sweet, creamy sip and said, 'Coffee is one of life's most perfect pleasures.'

'I agree,' he said, stroking high on her thigh, letting his fingers play along the crease where thigh met hip. He skated his fingertips over her mound and watched with a heavy-lidded gaze as her skin pebbled involuntarily. 'Spread your legs for me, Betsey,' he said in a tone that really didn't allow for argument.

Not that she would have offered any.

She parted her legs and arched her hips ever so slightly when he parted her nether lips with his fingers. He found her c.l.i.t and stroked. Very gently at first, so gently it made her ache for a firmer touch. When she had to struggle to find her breath, Archie smiled and slid a finger inside her.

The goodness of his touch filled her, seemed to bleed into her limbs and her chest. He curled his finger and she sighed at the sensation. She was wet, so ridiculously wet, and he knew exactly how to touch her.

'I was thinking...' he said, leaning in to lick first the swell of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, next her nipple. Then he sucked that tight peak of flesh into his mouth and bit her gently. Her p.u.s.s.y grew tighter around his thrusting fingers. He'd added a second.

'What? What were you thinking, Archie?' Her coffee on the nightstand, forgotten. They had two hours before they were supposed to check out. Somehow she doubted anyone would come to clear them out, though. The little motel was hardly hopping.

'I was thinking we had time before we have to drive back.'

'For what?' she asked.

'For me to bury myself inside you. Maybe make you come a time or two. Watch your gorgeous face while I f.u.c.k you. Feel you tight and hot around me. Empty myself into you. Tell you that...I can't think of a day without you even though I've known you less than a week.'

'Almost a week, already?' she asked, teasing him.

'Yes, ma'am. Seems like a year, doesn't it. A really good year.'

He found her with his thumb. Pressed her c.l.i.t while he drove those fingers deep, provoking her to be tighter and wetter with every motion.

'Archie?'

'Yes?'

'Will you take me?' she asked. Her stomach sizzled with antic.i.p.ation. Her heart kicked eagerly. Did he understand what she meant by take or would she have to tell him? She would if she had to. She craved it so much her chest hurt from it. She often shied away from any kind of aggression or roughness. Had only had a lover or two she'd ever gone there with. But there were times, times like this, when it was what she wanted more than her next breath. More than world peace. More than new boots.

She just wanted to be taken. And Archie was the man she wanted more than she could even comprehend sometimes. He was her addiction...and it was a sweet one.

He pulled his fingers free of her. They were wet and he pushed them against her lips. 'Open,' he said.

She parted for him and he drove his fingers, slick and fragrant with her own juices, over her tongue. She tasted her sweet musky flavour and the flavour of soap on his skin. He pushed her back slowly, kissing her from her hips to her neck, taking his time, teasing her skin with his lips and teeth and tongue. He bit her where her neck met her shoulder and she gasped. He did it again and she moaned. When he did it a third time, hard enough that Betsey knew d.a.m.n well she'd wear faint purple teethmarks there for days, he drove three thick fingers inside her.

'You like that,' he said. It wasn't a question. It made her blush but she was so f.u.c.king happy he knew that, had figured it out, that he was paying attention, that the heat of blood in her face was welcome.

He worked his way from neck to shoulder. Every few kisses he delivered a firm bite on her skin. It made her feel shivery inside, the way his teeth felt on her body. Archie sc.r.a.ped his teeth from her shoulder to her clavicle...then bit. From one side of her collar bone to the other...then bit. She found herself holding her breath and arching her body to meet his mouth. Only to try and shy away. She wanted more, she wanted to retreat. It was confusing and lovely and she had never trusted anyone to make her truly feel this way.

'Little red marks all along my Betsey,' he whispered.

My Betsey...

The words made her breath catch. In response her nipples spiked and she felt herself grow wetter, slicker.

'Please,' she said, but she really had no idea why she said it. Please bite me more? Please stop? Please keep me here on this tricky tightrope of feelings that makes me feel both exhilarated and terrified? Please f.u.c.k me?

Yes.

All of it.

Archie pulled back to study her. His hands on her sides, holding her flush to the mattress, his bulk pinning her down as well. She couldn't move if she wanted to. In his hands, it was thrilling. 'You're f.u.c.king gorgeous. Do you know that?'

She said nothing. Couldn't say anything. She simply b.u.mped her hips up under him, taunting him into action.

Archie sighed, shook his head and then kissed her. 'Fine. Force my hand. Ignore my compliment.'

Before she could antic.i.p.ate it, he wrangled her wrists in his big hand and shoved her arms high. He kissed her once, briefly, as if on a mission. And moved his body to nestle against the centre of her. He ran the head of his c.o.c.k along her p.u.s.s.y, feeling the slippery evidence of how much she wanted him. 'You're so wet,' he said. 'So perfectly wet.' His bright eyes found her. 'For me.'

Then he slid into her while she was still mesmerised by his gaze. A feathery breath puffed out of her and she felt herself blushing all over again because it seemed so silly to hear that sound from herself. That damsel-in-distress sound. That flowery, girlish echo.

But there it was. Her audible surrender to him.

He thrust deep and then stilled. Completely. Betsey thought she'd crawl out of her skin in desperation. She wanted him to move. Needed him to move.

He simply watched her. She swore she could feel his heartbeat inside her. That his c.o.c.k, filling her so perfectly, had linked their two hearts and two bodies as one.

'You make me feel that,' she blurted.

Archie c.o.c.ked his head, but he also rotated his hips. Giving her that slide and friction she needed. Her p.u.s.s.y clenched up tight around him.

'What way, sweetheart?'

'Gorgeous,' she sighed, moving her hips this time. He stilled again, pushed his body deliberately down on hers so she was pinned. 'You make me feel gorgeous,' she said.

He smiled. She noted just a hint of wickedness in that smile and her heart leaped. 'It's easy to do because it's true,' he said. 'But Betsey?'

'Yeah?' Her voice was high and tight. She sounded like a junkie needing a fix. Her drug of choice right now being him. And the fact that she needed him to move.

'Don't try and force my hand again.' He leaned in, his fingers gripping her wrists so tight she felt the thump of her pulse. 'I'll move when I want. You wanted me to take you. I'm taking you.'

Another swift rotation of his hips and then stillness.

A sound that was half sob, half laugh, trickled off her lips but she was nodding. 'I'm sorry. I know. I will. Oh, Archie...'

That was all she got out when he growled deep in his throat. It seemed to rumble up out of his chest, that rough sound. The tiny hairs on the back of her neck tingled, her inner ear seemed to vibrate. She felt both completely safe and utterly unstable all in that moment.

He drove into her, saying nonsense words as he did. His hips rocked back and forth, lulling her at the brink of o.r.g.a.s.m before changing course and thrusting deep. She tried very hard not to move herself to get him where she wanted. Very hard to let him take her where she needed to go. She'd asked him and now he was doing that for her.

He must have seen the conflict in her face, because he chuckled. 'It's so hard for you, isn't it?'

'What?'

'Surrendering even a tiny shred of control.'

'Yes.'

'But you wanted to for me. Asked for it.'

'Yes,' she said, nodding so fast she felt dizzy with it.

He shook his head again. 'Sweet, Betsey.'

For some reason that brought tears to her eyes.

He pulled out of her and she cried out softly. Surprised and saddened by his absence.

He didn't say anything, just put a hand under the small of her back and pushed until she began to roll. She found herself on her belly with him pulling her up to a hands-and-knees position. Adrenalin slammed through her, excitement tiptoed up her spine. She felt a rash of gooseb.u.mps spring up as he slid his fingers into her from behind. Her unattended c.l.i.t thumped with giddying force.

'Archie,' she whispered. Then over and over again like a mantra. 'Archie, Archie, Archie...'

He chuckled again and she imagined his handsome sweet face. 'Right here, sweetheart. Haven't gone anywhere.' To prove it, he added a third finger and curled them so the most tender places inside her responded. She forced herself not to move her body back. She forced herself to stay as he had placed her. Her thighs trembled with it.

'Good girl,' he muttered, dropping a soft kiss on her left a.s.s cheek. She found herself laughing. 'Gives new meaning to kissing her a.s.s. Because this a.s.s...I could kiss this a.s.s all day,' he whispered to her. He proved it by delivering warm kisses across the place just below the small of her back. Then he kissed her right a.s.s cheek, giving it equal attention.

A tremble started around the very centre of her and worked its way out.

'You're shaking,' Archie said.

'I know.'

She focused on the ache in her shoulder blades from holding her position instead of focusing on how badly she wanted him to f.u.c.k her.

Archie moved in close. She felt the heat of his body wash over her and then the smooth brush of his hard-on as he wet himself along her slit with her juices. He swept his fingers over the swell of her a.s.s as if he were petting her. Her eyelids, heavy with pleasure, drifted shut and she stayed that way, enthralled until Archie forced a finger into her back hole.

A small starburst of pain quickly followed by a warm rush of pleasure. Her eyes opened and she hung her head. His c.o.c.k slid slowly into her, filling her. And then Archie was in her in two places. She'd never felt more taken and more adored.

'Betsey,' he groaned. A second finger glided into her and she held her breath, waiting for her heart to calm. It didn't.

Archie held her hips with a steadying hand and f.u.c.ked her in earnest. The sound of his body slapping hers filled the small motel room and a small burst of bright laughter erupted from Betsey. She heard him chuckle, felt his fingers stroking her. His c.o.c.k rammed in and out of her, his fingers keeping time. Her body wanted to buckle but her resolve kept her up and kept her strong.

A crack filled the small room and it took a moment for the kiss of pain to follow it. Fire bloomed on her right a.s.s cheek. He'd spanked her. The realisation hit her like a second blow.