Daya takes Luke home while I take Arch back to the
manor. He asked me to go to his, but I felt much safer at
my own home. More in control.
In retrospect, I shouldn't takehim to a house that sits on a cliff,
surrounded by woods and several miles out from civilization.
Worst of all, with a stalker that lingers around and likes to break in.
God, this was stupid.
My house isn't safer by any means, but I couldn't bring myself
to go to his place. I don't like being in unfamiliar places with
strangers. Like I could be walking into a house that I'll never come
back out of. It makes me feel far more vulnerable, though I'm in
the most vulnerable position I could possibly be in right now.
"You have a beautiful home," Arch compliments, his eyes
sweeping over the entirety of the living room and kitchen. I
updated the wallpaper to a more modern black paisley, got rid of
the tragic gold curtains, replaced them with red ones, and updated
the couches to red leather.
But his eyes keep drifting back to the black wooden steps as if
he knows they lead to my bedroom.
Except I have different plans.
"That's not the best part," I tease, grabbing his hand and
leading him down the hallway to my favorite room in Parsons
Manor.
The sunroom.
I don't go back here very often. It's where Nana and I spent
most ofour time together. It hurts to come in here when the room
is still thick with her presence.
Breathing in deep, I open the double doors and step inside.
This room is a glass box. The ceiling, the walls, everywhere
around us is one big window. It's also the best spot to be in. It overlooks the cliff edge, the waters glittering beneath the
moonlight.
But themost notable part is directly above us. The stars are
breathtaking tolook at. Out here, we have no light pollution. The
night sky is lit up with orbs of diamonds, glinting andshining
against the black backdrop.
Arch's head slowly turns as he takes in the sight before him.
And then he cranes his headback, staring up at the sky with his
mouth hanging open.
I imagine it's one of the few moments where this man has
looked unattractive. But to me, it's the most attractive he's been
this entire night.
He's not concerned with controlling his face and movements,
nor is he practiced and following a script. He's just a manin awe
of the beauty surrounding him.
"Damn," he mutters finally, his voice deep with wonder. He
turns his head back to me, the edges of his eyes round with
delight.
The blue moons in his eyes are glimmering with an emotion I
can't put my finger on. It isn't until that mask slides back over his
face that I realize he looked sad. Melancholic.
And I want to know why, but with the way his eyes are heating
like a burner on the stove, I know the opportunity hasalready
passed.
"You got something special here," he says quietly, prowling
towards me. The stars have long since faded, and the only thing
he can't seem to look away from now is me.
"I do," I breathe, watching him come closer with bated breath.
There's a small tug at the back of my head—an instinctual
feeling that reminds me that I'm in a glass box with a shadow
possibly lurking outside. Provided with a full view of what's
happening.
Part of me doesn't mind if he's out there. I want to prove
something to the deranged man who thinks he owns me. I want to
show him he doesn't.
The only person who will lay claim to my body is who I allow. I'll
let Arch's hands touch me. Hands that will trace every inch of my
skin, followed by his mouth. I'll let his tongue lick my pussy until I'm sated, right before he fucks me until I no longer know my
name.
I'll let him because I said he could.
Arch towers over me, molding his front to mine and pinning my
breasts against his chest. My breath stutters as warmth envelops
me, hisarm circling tightly around my waist and locking me
against him.
I likethe way he feels pressed against me. The softness of my
body molding against the hard ridges of his. It feels… nice. Good.
Arch stares deeply into my eyes for a brief moment. Andthen
he tilts his head and gently captures my lips between his.
I sigh, his softlips moving against mine rhythmically, like the
water at the bottom of the cliff, swaying against the rocks.
I moan into hismouth, needing more and deepening the kiss,
prying his lips apart so I can dip my tongue inside.
He growls, his restraint slipping. His other hand sweeps into my
hair, angling my head better so he can plunge his tongue in my
mouth, exploring skillfully with little control.
I rise on my toes, pressing further into him. Shuddering at the
feel of his hard cock digging into my stomach, the length of him
only intensifying my desire.
He's not small. And that's really what I need tonight. Something
that will blind me with pleasure and leave me breathless and
satisfied.
His tongue fights against mine, swiping and licking as his teeth
nip at my lips. Another moan slips free, bouncing in his mouth until
he matches it with his own groan.
The hand in my hair tightens,jerking my mouth away, giving his
lips freedom to trail down my jaw and descend to the juncture
between my neck and shoulder.
I gasp when I feel his teeth scrape against my flesh, a small
warning before he bites down. Sharp pleasure sends my eyes to
the back of my head, and a long moan slips free.
"Fuck," he curses, licking at my neck with a feral groan. "That
sexy voice of yours."
My eyes flutter as I succumb to the pleasure his tongue and
teeth are drawing out of me.His hands drift lower until I feel a firm tug on my jeans. The
button pops open a second later, followed by the low purr of my
zipper coming undone.
"Is your pussy wet for me, Addie?" Arch asks on a low growl,
nipping a tad viciously at my neck. It smarts, and I can't help but
wince from the pain. His tongue smooths across the bite mark,
soothing the sting.
"Yes," I whisper as pleasure begins to override the pain.
His hand slithers down the front of my jeans and thong, his
fingers drifting lower until the tip of his middle finger dips inside
me. Alow, deep growl arises when he feels just how truthful I was
being.
"Fuck, baby, that's it. Let me hear you sing now."
And then two fingers are plunging inside of me, curling to hit
that spot. My vision blackens and a yelp of pleasure is my only
response. It's the only thing I'm capable of.
Instinctively, I roll my hips, grinding into his hand. He withdraws
to the tips before driving them into me again. And again, until he's
fucking me with his fingers and all I can do is hold on, my nails
biting into his suit jacket.
Long, husky moans are drawn from my throat, singing for him
just the way he asked.
"You sing so pretty," he whispers in my ear. Asharp nip follows
his words.
The heel of his palm presses firmly into my clit. His skilled
fingers lift me higher, the orgasm curling low in my stomach. But
then he rubs just right, making my knees quake from the pleasure.
"Oh," I moan, my breathing erratic and breathless.
"Do yousing pretty when you come, Addie?" he asks in adark
whisper.
I think I nod, but I can't be sure because within seconds, my
head is kicking back as my release builds to a fierce point.
"Let me hear it," he coaxes. His fingers slide out, and when
they plunge back in, a third finger joins. My eyes roll and I
plummet over the edge.
I cryout, the sound breaking from the pitch as deep-seated
pleasure consumes me from the inside out. Shamelessly, I grind
against his hand, riding out the endless waves."Such a pretty bird," he murmurs, satisfaction tightening his
voice.
Breathless, but somehow even hungrier, I lift up on my toes
and crush my mouth to his. He hums his approval, spearing my
lips apart with his tongue. Then, his hand drifts up and breaks the
kiss with a digit drifting across my bottom lip, spreading my
arousal.
"You've left a mess on my hand, Addie. It'd be rude not to clean
it up."
I hold eye contact while my tongue darts out, the tip sliding
across his finger. He smiles wickedly, prompting me to open my
mouth wider.
Just as his finger goes to slide in, an icy feeling washes over
me. It feels likethe waves I was drifting in have turned angry and
are ramming my body into the unforgiving rock.
My mouth stalls and my eyesdart over his shoulder. It's dark in
here, save for the moonlight and bright sky, but it feels like I'm in a
room filled with stadium lights.
Amovement straight ahead turns my heart upside down and
sends it crashing to the pit of my stomach.
He's out there.
I can't see him, or even makeout his silhouette. But I know he
is. I can feel him.
Noticing the change, Arch pulls away, breathing heavily and
looking at me like he can't decide if he wants to ask if I'm okay or
just keep going anyway.
"What's wrong?" he asks, grabbing my biceps in an attempt to
grab my attention.
"Nothing," I rush out, bringing him closer. "Let's go upstairs to
my room instead."
I'm no longer feeling cocky enough to fuck a man in front of a
crazy person. The high from my release has completely dissipated
my confidence.
But I'm too stubborn to stop. I want Arch. I just don't want any
voyeurs while I take him.
"You don't want to get your pussy eaten under the stars?" he
asks incredulously, looking at me as if I've grown a second head.