A Muffin a Day

Chapter Eleven, The Night

Jay

He'd wipe my tears, his gaze softened. "Jay....What's wrong..?" I'd look at the ceiling, not wanting to respond. He'd move my head slowly so I'd look at him. "Jay..." I'd sniffle, "People from my past...made me do things I never wanted to do...I don't want...to do those things again..." He'd sigh, taking a deep breath. "I don't want to hurt you. If this is not what you want to do, you don't have to. This is just what I want to do. I'm sorry if I've been constantly poking you, and I see you're scared. You're scared of the same things happening...people seeing what they're not supposed to see. But I'm not that type of guy. I'm not the guy from your past. I'm not looking to hurt you. I'm not the type of guy I ever want you to see me as. I would like to do this with you, only if you wanted to..." He'd run his hands through my hair. "We don't have to do it... alright?" I'd look at him, that was the type of reassurance you needed right now. He'd wrap his hands around me, pulling me into a hug and rubbing my back. I'd sniffle slightly, "I've...always wanted to... normally..." He'd eye me, "Are you giving me permission?" I'd nod. "May I kiss you?" He asks me. I had not expected that question, especially not in the soft tone it was voiced. Still, I go along with it and nod. All trace of restraint is gone as soon as Archer claims my lips as his. The man catches my mouth with the desperation of a man starved for centuries and slides his tongue over my mouth, teasing the seam until it gives. This feels right. I part my lips immediately and breathe out a quiet moan between us both as a tongue slips past me, tasting of margaritas and something familiar, almost nostalgic. The taste makes my head spin and I know not to blame it on the alcohol, though I feel more intoxicated by the second. Archer would grab me by the hips, nudging up my shirt with quick fingers. His hands are searing hot where they touch me, different from the cold hands that usually hug my body. I enjoy the sensation of hot skin when they dig into the skin of my waist.
He must have decided that he wanted to hear more of me and trailed his mouth down to my neck instead. The kisses he presses on it are wet and sloppy. He sucks on a spot right below your ear. I feel myself shatter beneath his touch. He sucks and bites the spot until he tastes a faint hint of iron. Only then does he let up and nip at my jaw, stubble scratching my lips lightly. "Your vampire boyfriend taught you that?" I'd joke. The chuckle sounds from his mouth sounds good to you - absent of all its power. "Jealous?" He breathes against the shell of my ear. Getting rewarded with a quiet whimper. The sound makes his cock twitch and he wants to hear more of it, wants to hear the whine and beg beneath him - first from pleasure, then from pain."Why would I be?" I'd question. He'd chuckle, "Tonight, you are mine. Long before that, you were mine too." I'd pull away after a few seconds and get to work on the buttons of my own pants. Archer doing the same. He shifts until he finally manages to get them off along with his underwear and groans in relief as his cock finally springs free, cool air hitting the wet tip. He'd move over to the bed, a smile on his face as he lured you over. Archer grabs me by the hips and picks me up. "A...Archer-" I'd whimper. He'd look at me, "What?" I'd bite my lip nervously. "I don't think...that I'm going to be able to fit..." Archer wasn't small. Not in the slightest. He'd run his hand across my folds, touching the pearl before he pulled his hand away. He'd look at his hand. It was slick. He'd lick his hand, making eye contact. "You seem wet enough to me." He'd pull me down until he was buried deep inside me. I wail at the stretch and thrash in Archer's grip but I'm being held down so tightly that it's impossible; all I can do is take it. He'd snicker, "I told you that you could do it..." I'd bury my head in his neck and concentrate on steadying my breathing. Just as my breaths stop stuttering, the man below him pulls me up by the hips until only the head of his cock remains in me and then pulls him down into it again, repeating the motions as I clench tightly around him. Archer groans and I lean back, wanting to see the man's expression. It seems like he's not the only one hopelessly lost in arousal because Archer's expression mimics my own, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched together tightly."Go on now, ride me the best you can," Archer demands with a deep voice that sends shivers down my spine. I'd look at him nervously, "I...I don't know how..." He'd smile, "Do the same motions I was doing, but on your own." I'd start moving then, slow at first until I found my rhythm. After a bit, I went faster until I had to hold onto the headboard. Archer still had a bruising grip on my hips.  He helped me move with his hot hands. The stretch when Archer breached me was absolutely perfect, bordering on the edge between pain and pleasure in a way that made my legs shake uncontrollably. The man's drawn-out moans sound strained as I keep lifting myself up and dropping again, the throb of the cock inside of my spurring me on more by the second. "Imagine your little friend seeing you like this, taking my cock so easily." The man tuts. "Hell, Archer- Fuck me," I'd plead, my head thrown back in ecstasy, grinding down with his hips. "My name," Archer says, "say my name."  Archer places both hands on my hips again, then lifts them up with ease until he almost slips out. I'd whimper pathetically. "Now you want to show respect?" He chuckles, rubbing circles over my hipbones with his thumbs. "Then do as I tell you." He thrusts up into me and drives his cock deep into me over and over again until my jaw goes slack. I start to moan out his name, my eyes wide. He holds my hips down after that and grinds his hips up into me, making me cry out. Archer curses at that and I feel your hips stutter as his thrusts become sloppy and uncoordinated. The man's orgasm drags a ragged cry out of me and I feel his cock throb as I'm filled up with warm cum. The feeling of it alone is almost enough for me - the feeling of something slotting into place, of being claimed by someone so close and yet so far from me. He pants and lays his body back. Me sitting on his lap still. "A..Archer..." I'd call. He'd move his head up to look at you. "Hm?" I'd sigh softly. I'd raise myself slightly, not being able to get up due to my body locking against him. "I'm kinda...Stuck." He'd nod, placing his hands on my hips, "One...two..three..." He'd pull me up on three. A slight pain struck me but it was over as soon as it started. He'd lay me next him him, shutting his eyes. I'd wrap my arms around him and look at him. "Did...I do good..?" I'd question. He'd chuckle, a smile on his face. "Yeah...You did great..."