Toe the Line(33)

He ignored me, instead lowering to his knees. His eyes turned hazy as he reached up to cup my breasts and massage them. My breathing became heavier as he slid his hand down and slowly sank three of his fingers inside me.

Archie continued to stare up at me as he moved them in and out. When he used his thumb to massage my clit, I bent my head back. I’d been fingered before, but no one had ever bothered to bring me to orgasm. It felt like that was exactly what Archie was trying to do.

“I want you to come for me like this, Noelle,” he said huskily. “Okay?”

“Uh-huh,” I breathed.

The back of my head met the shower wall as I imagined it was his cock moving in and out of me. It took under a minute. I focused on the sound of his breathing and the knowledge that he was turned on by this as I felt my climax rising to the surface.

“You’re all I fucking want lately,” he whispered, sinking his fingers in deeper.

That totally undid me. My legs shook as an intense sensation tore through me. My voice echoed through the bathroom as I orgasmed.

A few seconds later, I came down from it to find Archie leaned against the tile. He gripped his cock and stroked himself roughly as he stared at me with a look of hunger in his eyes. My gaze fixed on the smooth skin over his hard dick as his palm rubbed it. Watching him jerk himself off was the sexiest thing I’d ever witnessed. Well, it was the sexiest thing—until he came. Nothing beat the sight of his hot cum spurting out. Some of it hit me, landing on my stomach, which was a pleasant shock. I loved how that felt.

Even though I’d just climaxed, I was already so turned on again.

“Sorry about that,” he said as he wiped his hand along my abdomen.

“Are you kidding? I loved every bit of that.”

“You’re dangerous, Noelle.” He flashed a mischievous grin. “Let’s get your hair washed.”

My nipples stiffened as Archie turned me around to face the wall. I pressed my hands against the tile as he slowly massaged shampoo into my hair. It was ecstasy, especially the feeling of his cock brushing against my ass. The whole thing was erotic as hell.

Archie rinsed the soap out of my hair and turned me around to face him. I watched as he shampooed his own hair, noticing that his dick had grown hard again—or maybe it never went down.

I wanted so much more than he’d given me but had also chosen to let him take the reins. I didn’t want to push things or seem as desperate as I felt right now.

He turned off the water, slid open the shower curtain, and reached for a towel. He handed it to me then grabbed his own.

After we’d dried off, he cupped my cheek and brought my lips to his one more time. I savored the taste—it felt like forever since he’d kissed me, though it had only been minutes.

“Go get dressed,” he whispered over my lips.

Archie then disappeared into his room, leaving me standing in the bathroom, far from sated. I was dying for more.

If our shower was a sign of how slowly he planned to take things, I wasn’t sure I’d survive the torture.





CHAPTER 12


ARCHIE


PAST



IN THE FEW days since the hot-as-fuck shower I’d taken with Noelle, I’d done a 180 and not laid a hand on her. Things had felt more intense than I’d anticipated under the water that day, so I’d decided to step back. Noelle hadn’t brought it up, but I’d caught her staring at me a time or two, as if trying to figure out why I’d become so distant.

We were in her room working on my bumbling-idiot training again when she finally decided to ask.

“Why haven’t you touched me since the shower?”

I didn’t want to tell her the truth—that I couldn’t trust myself. “I didn’t realize there was a timeline on touching you,” I said, trying to seem nonchalant.

“Seriously, Archie?”

“Okay. Full disclosure.” I paused. “The shower? It was fucking amazing. That’s why I need to take a step back. I don’t want to lose you as a friend, and I feel like I will if I take things too far. Staying in control was harder than I anticipated. I have so few true friends, Noelle. And I consider you one of them.”

She crossed her arms and looked away from me. “You’re worried I’m gonna catch feelings.”

Actually, I’m more worried I’ll be the one to catch feelings at this point. But I went along with her version. “Yeah…” I lied.

Her mouth curved down. “Well, I’m not. I…haven’t. The shower didn’t change anything for me, if that’s what you’re worried about. I need you to not treat me like I’m fragile. But the bottom line is, if you don’t want to continue what we started, we shouldn’t.” She exhaled. “I’d just been looking forward to what came next.”

It killed me that she thought I didn’t want to go further with her. I felt myself weakening, too curious to stop. “What were you hoping came next?”

“I’m not gonna say it out loud.”

“Why not? I thought we could tell each other anything.”

“We can. But not when it comes to whatever this is.”

After a tense moment, I walked over to her desk and picked up one of those plastic Easter eggs that seemed to be all over the house now. I grabbed a blank sticky note and placed it inside before closing the egg.