Compassion (18 page)

Jaye struggles to catch her breath. “I...Ne
v
w
...Never...”

My tongue stops before it has the chance to repeat the action. Peering up at her, I ask, “Never what?”

She lifts herself up onto her elbows with an embarrassed look on her face. “I've never had a guy...do...what...you're about to do to me.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

“Never.”

“Never,” she repeats, frustration fluttering in her eyes. “You don't have to-”

Her sentence disappears as my mouth engulfs her clit. Delivering suck after suck, I eventually allow my tongue to explore the entire territory, relentless in my goal to grab not one but two orgasms out of this moment.

“Com...” is the only part of the word that leaks out before Jaye's body curves upward, feeding me a deliriously delicious job well done. Unceasingly she moans, the celestial sound threatening to make me come in the process of pulling another one out of her.

Never met a woman who makes it this hard to keep my cock in check.

Devouring her pussy over and over again, I continue to gormandize effortlessly. The explosive cries falling from her lips send me into a drunken frenzy that almost dulls me to the signs of her pending orgasm.

“Arch...Arch...Arch...” She whines until it turns into a full-fledged scream. “Archer!”

Proof of my mission accomplished spreads across my tongue. More than content with the flavor coating my mouth, I release Jaye, lean up, and watch the aftershocks quake much more than her body.

I tower over her and manage to confess through a grumble, “Babe, after that shit I'm barely holding myself back.”

Through pants she insists, “Then stop.”

A savage groan tears through me at the same time my knees pry her shaky legs apart once more. No extra warning is given as I thrust inside her scorching heat. Another roar rips free while my hips buck forward.

That's what that shit feels like without that latex bullshit? How do assholes not come like it's their first time, every time?

“Oh...”

The weakness in her tone has me tensing. “Are you okay, babe?”

“More.” She tugs at my hips. “More...”

Taking the command, I rock my hips back and forth, each time pushing my cock to the brink. Jaye's body responds in a fit of quivers and repeated whimpers. She arches her body up as my head falls forward enraptured by the sight of my dick diving deep inside a place no one else ever will.

I fucking mean never. Just me. This shit, this girl, she's fucking mine. I'll do whatever it takes to keep her.

Tenaciously, I continue to pump everything I have into her, lifting her legs to intensify the angle of pleasure. While correct in my assumption that Jaye's pussy would cave, I'm blindsided by my own balls tightening, no longer willing to post pone coming.

On a high note she sings my name at the same time her muscles pulsate around my cock, enveloping it in wet, hot heat so intense, I'm certain it could leave burn marks.

Bursting inside of her, I fiercely moan, “Jaye...”

Our bodies, which have seemed to fuse into one, collapse together. In a smooth, swift motion, I roll us over so her body is splayed on top of mine and my arms are cradling her damp naked body.

Silence floats in between our satisfied sighs while my hands stroke any surface on her body within reach.

Jaye finally says, “I think I'm broken...”

I shut my eyes with a wide grin. “I'll fix you in a few minutes.” When I feel her smirk against my skin I add, “Then break you again.”

A whimper escapes alongside a tremor. The sound stirs what should be my sleeping dick.

Greedy asshole seems to be up for the task already.

Her beautiful face angles up at me. “Archer.”

“Yeah babe?”

“I love you.” The declaration shoots my eyes open and over to her. Once they've met she repeats, “I love you.”

Nervousness swells my throat making it hard to croak, “You sure?”

Her index finger strolls across my chin. “Positive.”

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Yeah. Because I love you too.”

Relief mixed with excitement floods her body. “Yeah?”

“How could I not?”

The question spurs her to lunge her mouth at mine, crawling back onto my lap. I run my hands up her back. Finding myself mollified at the fact we're on the same page, I moan into the kiss prepared to demonstrate just how much I love her again and again.

And again. It's going to be the longest, most amazing night of my fucking life. So what if the rest of my life is taking it's goddamn time to get its shit together. I have what I've learned is the most important part. Life is even more worth living when you have someone to live it with.

Jaye

I stretch my legs out against my crisp white sheets.

Ugh. Hate these sheets. They may be soft but I don't like them. They're too stale. Too clean. Too...lifeless. However seeing Archer's body wrapped up in them creates an image every 16
th
Century painter would probably trip over themselves to capture.

Seeing his cock start to rise under it causes me to press my lips together.

“That's all it takes.” His head rolls over, green eyes still clouded in a sexual fog. “Just a glance that direction makes my cock rock hard.”

A small giggle comes out. “Oh yeah?”

He grabs my hand and wraps it around his dick. “You tell me.”

Instinctively I begin to stroke slowly not sure I can go another around, but anxious to try. Archer senses my desire and lifts his body up. Our mouths crash together. Between hectic caresses, as if it's our first time all over again, Archer manages to roll me over onto my side, part my legs and slide inside from behind.

Discovered that this angle is not only deep enough, but I can touch myself if I want. Also found out how much fun that could be last night too. It wasn't my first time to masturbate but it was the first time I ever did it during sex.

With my face buried in my pillow, Archer's hand slides around the front, his fingers stroking my clit as his dick strokes my muscles on the inside. Harsh thrust after thrust is continuously delivered. Each motion tosses my head backwards. With moans transpiring so excessively and energetically it makes it difficult to restore air in my lungs.

Suddenly his face is buried in my neck. Alternating his licks and nibbles, he confesses, “I wanna come in that perfect pussy again.”

My eyes rolls into the back of my head. “Yes...”

His teeth nip my ear. “You first...”

A loud moan slips out as I surrender my body to his, beckoning his to follow suit. The two of us come in what feels like oscillation. Each time a rush from him fills me, it seems as if my body responds with another life
-
alter
ing
nating
orgasm. Archer's hand slides across my body and down my arm where he folds our hands together tightly. Drowning in the emotional climax as much as the physical one, I grip harder.

On a long, low exhale our bodies come to a halt. Archer sweetly whispers, “I love making love to you.”

Somehow I manage to retort, “Me too...”

Soft kisses litter my cheek and my neck before he says, “Let's go again in the shower.”

I snicker. “Don't you need to recharge your batteries?”

“Recharging as we speak,” he declares with a wide smile.

The doorbell rings grabbing both of our attention. Unsure of who it could be, I roll over onto my back. “I'm gonna answer that while you get the shower started...”

Archer gives me a peck. “Don't make me wait.”

I use the tip of my tongue to lightly lick his bottom lip. “Not a chance.”

There's a groan and slew of murmured cusses as he gets out of bed giving me a prime shot of his toned ass.

In a matter of hours he's turned me into some sort of sex maniac! It's crazy! I can't get enough of his touch or his body or his taste or his smell or....I'm rambling. Gosh, I'm rambling. The door! Right!

After slipping into a pair of pajama shorts, a sports bra, and my robe, I rush for the front door where someone has rang three times.

Impatiently might I add.

Cracking open the door, a gasp leaves me. “Dad!”

He smiles. “It's a little chilly out here, sugar.”

“Right!” I scramble to undo the chain lock to let him in. “Sorry!”

Shaking a shiver as he steps in he says, “Still sleeping?”

I ruffle my hair to help bury my blush. “Something like that...”

“That's unlike you,” he comments after hugging me briefly. “You're usually an early bird who picks the sprinkles off her doughnut.”

What! Sprinkles don't belong on that type of pastry! Oh who am I kidding? I hate sprinkles all around.

“Late start,” I sigh following him towards my kitchen. “Coffee?”

“If you've got it.”

“I'll make some. No worries.” In a swift motion I start the process, the idea of Archer upstairs waiting for me gnawing at me in the back of my mind.

Dad interrupts the thought. “Can you not hear your neighbor's next door?”

I shake my head. “Haven't heard anything.”

Shut up! I know it's hard to hear anything over my own screaming!

“Serious fighting,” he says in a displeased tone. “Pretty sure I heard the shattering of glass between yelling.”

“Did you call it in?”

“Of course I called it in.” With a smile he adds, “I don't want anyone to get hurt.”

“It'd probably be Mr. Prescott...”

Dad speaks up. “What's that?”

I clear my throat instead of repeating it. “What brings you over?”

“You know,” he starts as I reach for the coffee mugs on the higher shelf. When I wince he questions, “You okay?”

“New workout routine,” I attempt to brush it off.

I'm sore in places I didn't even know you could be sore. In fact it almost feels like my muscles want to revolt but can't even muster up enough energy to do that. No way am I complaining, just...remind me stretch first. Doubt that'll even help. Thank the lord, I skipped yoga this morning. I probably would've just laid on my mat.

He takes the excuse and sits down at the kitchen table. “Anyway, I was just...you know, in the neighborhood.”

A skeptical look pops on my face. “Mom sent you, didn't she?”

Dad nods. “Yeah. You haven't been by for dinner since she tried to guilt trip you about turning Doctor Mama's Boy down over a month ago. I know you've told us how crazy work has been with preparation for the spring carnival, but you know her. She worries too much. She told me if I didn't swing by to check on you she would make sure to talk through the entire basketball game tomorrow.”

Smiling at their tactics, I shake my head. “I'm sorry, dad.”

He gives me a small shrug. “Are you doing okay?”

The thought of how I spent the last few hours tumbles through my head. “I'm fantastic.”

His voice lifts. “Fantastic?”

Thankfully the coffee informs me it's ready, so I grab it, replace the cup and prepare to make another for myself and Archer.

When I don't answer he nods. “I'd love to see your renovations.”

Sensing there's no way to keep him from running into Archer today, I mentally do my best to brace myself for the inevitable.

Honestly? It's not my father I worry about. He's more likely to understand the odd situation and just be grateful that I'm happy. Besides, now that I know Archer's here to stay, that he's in love with me as much as I am him, why not? Why not show him off with pride?

I carefully slide the hot cup over.  “Sure.”

He gives the cup a soft blow the sound of faint sirens appearing in the background.

Cops are here. Well next door.

Dad questions, “Is she the neighbor who you're always complaining about.”

With a roll of my eyes I head back for the machine. “She'd be the one.”

He chuckles. “The guys said she was a pain in the ass the night they came by.”

“Understatement.”

“We were talking about pain in the ass calls the other night. They brought her up. Then they asked me about your 'friend'.” Suddenly my heart starts to thump against my chest a little harder. “The guy you rescued from her bitter clutches. Do you remember?”

I turn so my back is to him. “Mmhm.”

“Who was he really?”

Softly I reply, “A um...hungry, homeless vet.”

“It's a shame he stumbled into her yard,” he says. “If it wasn't for you coming when you did, they would've locked him up for trespassing.”

Pressing my lips together, I remain silent.

“Did you end up taking him to a shelter?”

If the opportunity to profess presents itself any clearer, it would punch me in the face. I clear my throat and turn to face my father. “I did not.”

He tilts his head at me. “Did you just wait until you were certain the officers were gone and dismiss him?”

“No...”

“Jaye,” his voice goes stern.

“I...” My voice seems to get caught in my throat. I try to push through it. “Well I...”

“Jaye Jenkins.” Hearing my full name out of his mouth stiffens my body. “Jaye Jenkins, what exactly did you do?”

A deep sigh escapes. “I let him stay the night.”

“WHAT!?!”

The sound of another cup of coffee ready causes me to turn away again.

“You did what?!”

“I let him spend the night in the garage,” I explain while replacing the cup to make one for Archer who should be down any minute.

There's an angry set of stutters. Nothing coherent.

This is going to get worse. Brace yourself.

“And then I convinced him to move in with me so I could help him get back on his feet.” My face sheepishly faces my father’s. With another deep breath I continue, “The agreement was simple. I would give him a place to live, he'd work off his debt doing household chores and look for a job in the meantime. We-”

“Jaye.” He cuts me off harshly. “I understand you have this uncontrollable need to shelter and help everything and everyone. You've always had it. It's why going into childcare made sense. That seemed like the easiest way to fill that hole, but this is taking it a little too far. You can't just invite random strangers to live in your home! What if he would've been an ax murder-”

“He wasn't-”

“You didn't know that!” For the first time since I was a teenager he yells at me. “You didn't know shit about him! He could've hurt you! He could still hurt you! I didn't raise you to be so fucking stupid!”

Offended I shout back, “I'm not stupid!”

“From what you just told me that's exactly how you're behaving!”

“I don't care what you think!”

“Oh, you don't care?”

“No! Because it's not like that, dad. I love him.” My father’s mouth tightens. “I fell in love with him...”

“No.” He shakes his head slowly. “You only
think
you've fell in love with him. You let your generosity blind side your ability to make rational decisions.”

Before I can respond the sound of footsteps behind me has me whirling around. Seeing Archer's face now as distant as it was when I first met him, instantly breaks my heart.

After glancing at my father, he gives me another look filled with ache. “I'm gonna go for a walk.”

Without waiting for me to reply he turns and heads for the door. “Archer wait.” He doesn't stop. I give my father a sharp look over my shoulder and hit the machine to turn it off.
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