Secret Sins (11 page)

“Do you know what you’re doing to me, Anna?” he groaned, his expression filled with
torment as his eyes flicked to the hard tips of her breasts. “What this could do to
both of us?”

“What could it do to us?” she demanded, frustration tearing through her now. “Will
the world end, Archer? What catastrophe could rip through Sweetrock if we have sex?”

If he made love to her?

If he risked opening just a small, very small, undefended part of his heart and gave
her a chance to slip inside?

“God, you amaze me.” For the briefest moment, amusement glittered in his gaze before
his eyes dropped to her breasts once again. “But catastrophe could definitely happen,”
he breathed roughly. “God help us both, Anna, I’ll be damned but I think it would
be worth it.”

“Then stop talking and start sexing,” she suggested breathlessly as his head lowered,
turning just enough to allow the rasp of his cheek to brush against the soft mound
of a breast.

“Stop teasing me, Archer.” Her pussy was on fire, her breasts swollen and aching.

If he didn’t take her soon, if he didn’t fuck her soon, she was going to go insane
from the need.

Archer felt as though he had fought this attraction to her for his entire life. Definitely
for the past six years. He’d been fighting since the day she turned eighteen and he’d
recognized the beautiful woman she was turning into.

Beautiful, graceful.

She was headstrong and determined, for sure. They had always been two of her most
challenging qualities. It wasn’t a childish stubbornness, though. It was that of a
woman who knew what she wanted and what she was determined to have.

And what she wanted was in direct opposition to what her family wanted from her, and
for her.

Easing into a kneeling position his knee slid between hers, parting her legs, opening
her to him as he gripped the hard shaft of his dick and prepared to lean into her.
Below, a heavy sheen of juices coated her swollen pussy lips, drew him, made him hungry
to taste her, to fuck her.

He paused, because for a moment he couldn’t decide which he needed worse. The taste
of her against his tongue, or the feel of his cock burrowing inside her.

As he paused, Anna moved.

Sitting up, her fingers curling around the width of his cock, she leaned over him,
covering the engorged head for the second time that night. Her hot little mouth engulfed
him with pleasure.

Archer stilled, his body tightening as the heat of her mouth sucked him in and worked
the head of his cock like a favorite treat. A delicate hand settled at his hip and
gripped it firmly. A harsh groan tore from his lips as she sucked him deep, the back
of her throat suddenly caressing the violently sensitive crown as she moaned with
her own pleasure.

Innocence filled the touch, but also hunger and an awareness of what she was doing.
Her short, neat little nails bit into the flesh of his hip as her tongue rubbed against
the underside, stroking nerve endings so close to the skin that every muscle in his
body tightened in response. The other hand stroked from the base of his dick to her
suckling lips and back again. She was making him crazy with pleasure and he loved
it.

She was a virgin. Archer had known for years that she didn’t have other lovers. John
Corbin had told him several times how closely he had his granddaughter watched, and
how proud he was that promiscuity wasn’t a path she had chosen.

Why did he have her watched? That question had often plagued him.

That question flitted through his mind before her suckling mouth wiped it away.

He couldn’t keep himself from looking down, just as he had earlier. Watching as she
took him with an intimacy other women with a hell of a lot more experience didn’t
enjoy nearly as well as Anna was enjoying him now.

Pulling back, her lips swollen and red, her slender fingers pumped the hard, wide
shaft, and he nearly lost that last hold on his ability to hold back his release.

The engorged crest was flushed dark and throbbing in lust as moisture sheened it.
The narrow slit at the tip beaded with a creamy drop of pre-come.

Archer watched. His heart nearly stopped as her soft pink tongue emerged to swipe
over the bead of lust. She tasted him with an intimate hunger that burned through
his senses and sent chaotic shudders of pleasure racing up his spine.

A snarl snapped past his lips as pleasure overcame his reserve. The fingers of one
hand buried in her hair. They tightened in the strands as her tongue caressed the
violently sensitive flesh of his cock head once again and he growled with the heightened
sensation.

“Ah, hell. Yes, Anna. Suck it like that, baby. Suck my dick just like that.”

How often had he fantasized about this? With his fingers fisted around his shaft,
stroking it as he brought just this sight to his imagination. Eyes closed, he’d imagined
her lush little mouth moving over the engorged flesh. He’d pictured her lips stretching
over the broad tip, her tongue lashing at the ultrasensitive spot just beneath the
hooded crest.

“Fuck, that’s good.” He couldn’t stop watching her lips move on the head of his cock.
“Ah, yes, baby. That’s so damn good.”

She was doing far more than he’d ever imagined, and giving him far more pleasure.

Moving up and down on the engorged head, sucking and stroking with lips, tongue, and
her suckling mouth, she took him like a woman starved for the taste of a man.

The innocence in her expression as she glanced up at him was at odds with her confidence
and the pure hunger blazing in the dark green depths of her eyes.

Her innocence didn’t stop her now, though, any more than it had earlier. His stomach
tightened as she slid one hand between his thighs to cup his balls, her fingers rolling
them gently, firmly.

Destroying him with pleasure.

There was no going back.

There was no saving her innocence, his conscience, or the consequences he could sense
would rise from this night to bite him on the ass.

Brushing her hand aside he gripped the base of his dick. He pulled free of the exquisite
heat of her mouth, then angled it to her lips once again. Rubbing the wide crest against
the swollen curves of her lips, his teeth clenched as a moan slipped past them. Her
gaze darkened further, and as he watched pure emotion fill them, Archer swore he could
feel something inside his soul reaching out to her.

Emotion threatened to ambush him, threatened to break free despite his determination
to hold it back. Lust. This was lust. It was about hunger. It was about physical need
and pleasure.

A pleasure she was sharing with him.

The sound of her pleasure in him caused his balls to tighten in spiraling lust. His
need for her was moving through him. Slamming into his senses, tempting him to take
over, to take her.

It was all he could do to hold back the powerful dominance that was so much a part
of him.

And he had no idea why he was holding it back.

He was already a dead man. He might as well enjoy every second of the lovely, sensual
creature sitting before him, her tongue peeking out to lash at the head of his cock.

Yeah, he was a fucking dead man and this was his last meal. A lovely, delicate, sensual
little feast, and he intended to enjoy every second of pleasure he found in her.

Anna glanced up at him, the battle to keep her lashes raised nearly overwhelming her.

She wanted to see his dark face, the savage contours and tense hunger in his expression.
The chaotic emotions and pure dominance that filled his eyes excited her and intensified
her own arousal.

She couldn’t believe all the years of fantasizing about him had finally come to an
end. All the years of reading about the act were at an end. She had watched it in
videos, listened to every story her friends told of giving a man pleasure, and amassed
the knowledge that she prayed would mark this man with her touch.

He didn’t love her, but she wanted to make certain he remembered her. That he remembered
her touch and the heat burning between them. That he never forgot that she had waited
for him—

Parting her lips to take the wide crest between them once again, Anna sucked the engorged
head into her mouth and let her tongue rub against the ultrasensitive area just beneath
the throbbing head.

The taste of male heat and lust filled her senses as a harsh growl sounded above her.
Archer’s fingers tightened in her hair as the fingers of his other hand tightened
around the base of his cock.

Anna tightened her lips and mouth around the pulsing flesh, sucking him deeper, more
firmly.

She could barely take more than the thick head, but the overwhelming sense of femininity
that filled her only stoked the flaming hunger higher.

Lifting her gaze to his once again, Anna couldn’t help but whimper at the savage intensity
of his expression. His fingers tightened in her hair once again as he moved her head
back, slowly, before pulling her mouth back onto the thickly flared crest.

He filled her mouth, fucking it slow and easy, as the rasp of his breath and her muted
moans filled the room.

Anna could feel her juices easing from her aching vagina as her clit throbbed in painful
need.

Electric fingers of sensation raced over her nerve endings, sensitizing every inch
of her flesh. The fingers of one hand tightened at his hip while the other weighed
and caressed his testicles.

Her mouth followed the guiding motions of his hands and thrusting cock as he fucked
past her lips. The muscles of his thighs bunched as his testicles drew closer to the
base of his cock, and the crown filling her mouth throbbed.

She couldn’t hold back a muted cry as the subtle taste of his release teased her tongue
and his cock throbbed again.

She sucked at the thick head hungrily, wanting more. Her tongue rubbed and stroked
as the need for the taste of him overwhelmed her.

She needed more of him.

She ached for more of him.

*   *   *

Archer was dying.

The need for release was torturing his balls, drawing them tight beneath his dick
as his thighs clenched to iron hardness. Holding back the release throbbing in the
tight sac was torture.

Groaning, torn between the hunger to take her as he’d always dreamed of taking her
and the knowledge of her innocence, he was caught in a battle between the two impulses
that he had no idea how to ease.

“Fuck, enough, Anna,” he groaned, pulling his dick back from the temptation of her
mouth and the come threatening to spill from his balls.

Spill, hell—if he let it go, he’d explode in her mouth with a force that could have
him shouting with the pleasure.

“Archer, please,” the plea for more, for exactly what he wasn’t yet ready to give
her, almost broke the control he was exerting over his lust. “Don’t stop.”

CHAPTER 6

“Stop? Not in this lifetime.” Archer groaned as he pushed her back to the bed, coming
over her and taking her lips with his own in a kiss that burned through his senses
like a laser through butter.

With one hand still buried in the thick silkiness of her hair, Archer pulled her head
back, his tongue sinking past her lips to find hers in a dance of sexual heat.

She arched into his hold, her slender, fragile body seeking his as the heavy width
of his erection pressed demandingly against the silken flesh of her thigh.

Kisses weren’t enough.

The need raging through him now was impossible to resist. As sweet and soft as her
lips were, the swollen globes of her breasts with their hard-peaked nipples drew his
hunger. They were yet another fantasy. A tempting sin he’d often found himself imagining,
pressed close together, his dick tunneling between them.

Hell, he could fuck those pretty tits as he taught her to lower her head, to part
her lips, and take the thick crest as it emerged from them. He could feel the silk
of them, play with her tight nipples and watch her face as he spilled his release
into her hungry mouth.

But not tonight. There was no time, no chance, for every fantasy he’d ever had where
her body and his dick were concerned.

But there was the chance to taste her breasts, to devour the hard tips of her tight,
candy-pink nipples.

Easing down her body he caught one of the little buds between his teeth to nibble
at it. Rasping it with the edge of his teeth, he couldn’t help but watch the sensual,
feminine hunger in her face. Watched her lashes flutter closed as her body stretched
beneath him, arching to him as though to push her nipple deeper into his mouth.

Instead, he released the tight little tip, his head lifting to stare down at her demandingly.

“Watch me!” he growled as her lashes lifted. “Watch how much I love pleasuring this
sweet, perfect little body of yours.”

Anna forced her lashes to stay open, her whimpering cry shocking her with the husky,
pleading sound of it.

A surge of clenching, overwhelming sensations flooded her pussy. They struck at her
swollen clit and sent spasms racing through her aching vagina as his head lowered,
his gaze still locked with hers as his tongue curled around the hard tip of one nipple.

With his free hand Archer flattened his palm against her thigh, the calloused rasp
of his touch smoothing up her sensitive flesh. Electric pinpoints of fierce pleasure
raced through her nerve endings and fired exquisite flares of sensation through her
body.

Arching, her hips rolling, desperate to have his stroking fingers against the swollen
folds of her pussy, Anna tightened her fingernails against his hard shoulders. Kneading
the powerful muscles as his palm stroked and caressed her thigh, edging closer to
the heated center of her sex, Anna couldn’t hold back her whimpering moan of rising
need.

Moving from one nipple to its mate, Archer groaned as he covered the hard tip. Anna
gave a matching cry as his fingers met the slick, heated juices beginning to dampen
her inner thighs. Her legs parted further, her vision blurring as pleasure crashed
and clashed through her senses.