A Bad Boy's Gift

Chapter 32

After watching Molly for another couple of hours, she asks for a glass of milk and if she can go to bed.

I get the milk while Archer takes her up to get into her pyjamas.

I knock on the door before entering, "Are you decent, Molly?" I call, she giggles and lets me know she's in bed already.

I enter, the subtle glow of light from the bedside table bathing the room in just enough light to not trip on the rug. I pass her the cup of milk which she drinks eagerly. She finishes the glass and thanks me as she passes it back to me.

We both give her a kiss on the cheek, making her giggle, I wish her good sleep and make my way out of the room. I knock on Hudson's door, hear a grumble and stick my head through the gap.

"Molly's in bed now boys, try to keep the volume down please." They agree and continue their game.

I close the door on my way out as Archer comes down the hallway. His arm snakes it's way around my waist, gently pulling me to his chest, he leads me downstairs back to the love seat where we finish our glasses of wine and snuggle a little more.

After an hour and another glass of wine, I'm feeling a little lighter.

"Shall we go to bed soon?" Archer whispers in my ear.

"Yeah, hey, you're spending a lot of time here, do you want to leave some stuff here? Like, socks, pants, maybe a toothbrush." I shrug, burying my face into his neck, breathing in his aftershave, feeling a little embarrassed.

"If you want me to, I'm surprised you've not asked me to leave yet." He strokes my back lightly, almost tickling me.

"I don't think I want you to leave," I whisper quietly into his neck.

"Good, because I don't want to leave either." He whispers back to me.

He kisses my temple as my phone chimes. When I check it, I see a message from Mabel;

Hey Beaut, we're not going to bother you tonight, especially if you've been poorly.

I send a quick reply, thanking her before getting up to lock the front door. When I return to the living room, I slowly saunter to Archer, his eyes focusing on me, looking almost hungry.

"If you keep being so fucking sexy, I will rip your clothes off and pin you to the floor." He says as I straddle his lap.

"Okay then." I almost dare him.

He grabs a chunk of my hair at the root and pulls my head back. Planting nibbles and kisses along my jawline while the other hand holds my waist with a tight iron grip.

After a few second of him treating my neck like an ice lolly, he slides both arms under my thighs from the inside, and around the back, so I'm now straddling his forearms. Almost instantly and with no effort, he stands up. I slide into place with the backs of my knees resting on his shoulders. He walks to the far wall and pins me against it. He leans one forearm along the wall so I'm sitting on the length of it, which allows him in some magical trickery to remove everything below my waist with just one hand and a few dips of his head here and there.

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Before I know it, his face is buried between my legs. His tongue making gentle licks and strokes between my folds. I feel the fire heating up inside me with a desperation for him to fill me and an intense frustration; knowing that he's going to torture me, bringing me to the brink of orgasm over and over again, until he's ready to watch me crumble underneath him.

My head can't roll back enough for me to relax fully, so my back arches as I pant above his head, moaning softly, enjoying the gentle torture. His motions go from licking to sucking and I have an idea.