Several nights had passed since I took on the role of Archer's nurse, and every night I eagerly anticipated the firm knock on the door connecting our rooms. It signaled that he was ready for me to assist with his bath or change his wound dressings. It had become the highlight of my days, as the rest of my time was occupied with reading fiction, attending online lectures, and enjoying the luxurious meals offered in Archer's home. Occasionally, he would join me for a meal, albeit in silence, but I relished those moments nonetheless. Despite his aloof and obnoxious demeanor, I found myself drawn to him, sensing that beneath his cold facade, there was a yearning for companionship.
As the familiar knock resounded in the room, I rose from my bed, dressed in a loose blouse and shorts. With bated breath, I approached the door and opened it, stepping into his dimly lit room. Archer sat at the foot of the bed, wearing only his boxers, and I couldn't help but stare at his magnificently sculpted body. Despite the few days of being in such close proximity to him and having the liberty to touch him, the sight still left me awestruck.
"I think I've managed the bathing part, but I need the bandages changed," he said in an almost apologetic tone. His deep voice resonated in the enclosed space, enchanting me as it always did.
"No worries," I replied, and I moved to kneel between his legs, avoiding his gaze as I began to remove the bandages from his left thigh. I noticed his hand moving but didn't think much of it until he gently placed a finger under my chin. My body froze, and my chest heaved as I raised my eyes to meet his.
"How has your stay here been?" he asked in a raspy voice. My eyes darted around as I searched his gaze, noticing a bruise just above his right eyebrow. I longed to press my lips against it, but his voice interrupted my thoughts, and my gaze settled on his full, firm lips. I unconsciously licked my own lower lip, my mind filled with thoughts of that unforgettable kiss.
"Adele?" he called, his voice husky and almost cautionary.
"It's okay. I think by the time I leave, I should be weighing double," I quipped, surprised by his chuckle. I found myself unable to look away from his captivating eyes, a mesmerizing shade of hazel with a golden tinge that seemed to gleam in the darkness. He exuded a predatory aura, making him all the more breathtaking.
Lowering my gaze to the bandages, I noticed that my hand was resting on his naked thigh, feeling the warmth and firmness of his flesh. I quickly lifted my hand and resumed the task of removing and changing the bandages.
"I've been meaning to ask... that first time we met, you were dressed like a boy. You're a very attractive young woman, so why would you want to hide that?" he inquired. Heat spread across my face and neck, and my skin felt feverish at the realization that he found me attractive. I avoided looking into his eyes, fearing that I might do something foolish, as I had done back at the hotel when I hugged him.
"I've been dressing like that since I was ten. I suppose I feel comfortable in boys' clothing," I explained, my voice tinged with a mix of nostalgia and longing.
"Hmm... I suppose it helped you blend in with Mark," he mused.
"Mark thought it made me less noticeable. In his words, 'Girls get noticed, boys get ignored,'" I replied with a bittersweet smile, reminiscing about the nights we spent homeless, sleeping in tents. I would huddle in my sleeping bag, while Mark sat in a corner, always on guard.
"You two seemed close..." Archer interjected, his hand now gently stroking my chin. I felt a shiver run through me at his touch, and I was close enough to feel his arousal pressed against my stomach. I knew I should hurry and finish the task at hand, but I couldn't help savoring our closeness. Aching with desire, I wished he would throw caution to the wind and kiss me once again.
"He is the best," I whispered, lost in the moment.
"I bet he is," he responded, his hand dropping to his side. I secured the bandages around his thigh and moved closer to remove the one around his ribcage. I swear I felt him shiver, and I remained close, feeling the throbbing between my legs. I reveled in our proximity, my skin burning for him, silently hoping he would disregard any reservations and kiss me again. Finally, as I secured the bandages at his side, I reluctantly drew back, feeling a pang of disappointment. Disposing of the old bandages and cleaning waste, I bid him goodnight.
"Shut the door, please," he rasped. I nodded and briskly walked towards the connecting door, entering the adjacent room. But just before I closed the door, I caught a glimpse of him lowering his boxers, revealing his long and generously endowed member as he grasped it firmly in his hand. A silent gasp escaped my lips as I found myself transfixed, unable to tear my gaze away from the sight of him pleasuring himself. He was impressive, both in size and beauty. The room filled with his deep grunts and heavy breaths, his broad chest rising and falling with intensity. Though he muttered something, the words eluded my ears. Aching desire coursed through my body, longing for his touch. I yearned to have my hands wrapped around him instead.
That was weeks ago.
He was fully healed now and no longer needed me to sponge bath him or change his bandages. But last night, he entered my room, awakening me from sleep and placing a bottle of massage oil in my hand.
"Help me," he said simply. I was wearing a flimsy cotton dress top with nothing underneath, and I had been dreaming of him. The will to object was nonexistent; I longed for any opportunity to touch him. I accepted the bottle from him as he sat on the mattress. Kneeling behind him, I poured the oil into my palm and gently massaged his broad back, taking my ample time and enjoying the feel of his skin against my palms.
"Shouldn't you be sleeping? What time is it?" I inquired.
"It's 1 a.m. I couldn't sleep," he replied.
"Of course, no sleep for the wicked, as the good book says," I quipped. He turned his head to meet my gaze, and I grinned. He swallowed softly, his dark eyes intense.
"Were you not beaten as a child?" he asked.
"You wouldn't dare!" I gasped.
"You have quite a mouth on you for such a diminutive person," he said, raising an eyebrow. I struggled to hold back a laugh at his offended stare.
"I am five feet six. I am far from being diminutive. Perhaps you are the big, alien hoof!" I retorted, leaning closer to him. His attractive eyes gleamed.
"You've done nothing but insult me since the moment we met. Mark may have let you get away with anything, but if you utter one more insult from your delicious mouth, I will help him discipline you," he threatened, his voice low and husky.
"Do you know what Mark taught me? Self-defense," I goaded, relishing the way he looked at me as if unsure of what to do with me. He wasn't his usual distant and withdrawn self; instead, he seemed like a primal beast wanting to break free.
"One more insult, Adele," he warned.
"Alien Mega-Mike," I enunciated, my heart racing in my chest. In some inexplicable manner, the next moment I found myself lying across his legs, and he was cradling my ass.
"Archer," I gasped breathlessly, but before I could utter another word, a gentle spank landed on my bare behind. The sting resonated through my entire being and a deep ache of desire developed between my legs.
"What were you saying?" he rasped.
"You big bully!" I exclaimed in utter shock. He spanked me again, his fingers lingering on my bare skin. I felt both mortified and aroused.
"Have you had enough, or do you still have more insults to hurl at me?" he asked, his voice deep and ragged. My nipples ached with desire, and my whole body burned for him. The spot where he had struck me stung, but it wasn't pain I felt.
"You called me a dwarf!"
"I am three times your size, and yet…" he trailed off.
"That isn't my fault!" I interjected, twisting the meaning of his words. He chuckled and spanked me once more.
"Ouch! Archer!" I whined even though it wasn’t that painful. He did it again and again. I was dripping wet.
And then his fingers caressed my backside, soothing the slight sting, before he leaned over, his lips brushing against the spot. A surge of electrifying pleasure coursed through me, leaving me breathless.
Releasing his grip on me, he guided me to straddle him. His broad chest rose and fell heavily as he cupped the side of my neck with one hand, slipping the other beneath my dress.
Using the back of his hand, he gently stroked my nipples, eliciting gasps of pleasure from my parted lips. I wanted to lower my hand in between us and touch him but I couldn’t dare. And as if he could read my mind, he took my hand and made me do it. I saw his long eyelashes flicker. His breathing grew even more ragged. His skin felt velvety and warm. I let him guild my hand as I slowly stroked him. "You are incredibly beautiful," he rasped, his voice barely audible. "Did it hurt?" he asked, his words laced with concern. I shook my head, unable to trust my voice, craving his continued touch.
"Are you a virgin, Adele?" he inquired, his tormented gaze meeting mine.
The unbridled desire flickering in his eyes sent shivers down my spine, and I drew in a shaky breath before responding, "Yes."
"Your boyfriend will be very lucky," he murmured, looking away as he disengaged from our intimate connection, rising to his feet.
"Arch..." I whispered, my voice filled with yearning. I couldn't help it—I didn't want him to leave.
"Goodnight, Adele, and thank you," he said, before vanishing from sight.
Now lying in bed, naked under the sheets, a surge of emotions washed over me once more. He never returned, no matter how fervently I wished for his presence.
Closing my eyes, I let my fingers trail down my chest, lingering on my flat stomach. I opened my legs and explored myself, conjuring his image, imagining he was the one touching me.
"Archer," I whispered his name as I teased myself. "Archer, please!" I moaned aloud, overwhelmed by the intense and intimidating sensations building within me. "Hmm..." I moaned, caressing myself. "Aah!" Escaping from my lips as the pleasure intensified. Biting my lower lip to stifle any louder moans, my entire body quivered with desperate longing.
"Adele..." Archer's voice startled me. I sat up, breathless, and there he stood beside the bed, his gaze filled with dark, untamed hunger.
"Oh, my God! I didn't..."
"Finish..." he growled.
"No... I..."
"Allow me to help you then," he declared.
I gasped as he swiftly removed the covers, his hands grasping my ankles. "Archer, what are you doing?!" I exclaimed, my alarm evident, as he pulled me towards the edge of the bed, sinking to his knees and firmly gripping my thighs.
"Helping you reach your climax, Adele," he whispered, his breath hot against my skin, before burying his face between my thighs.
“Archer, w - wait!” A cry escaped my lips as he delved his tongue inside me, fervently and rapidly, before enveloping my sensitive bud with his mouth, sucking with unrestrained hunger. "Archer! Oh, dear!" I moaned, my voice filled with a mix of pleasure and surrender. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pressed hard against his mouth. He growled, his fingers digging into my flesh as he continued to devour me as if driven to madness.
The overwhelming surge of sensation coursed through my veins, causing tears to well up in my eyes. "Archer..." I groaned, my voice resonating with a desperate plea for release. I felt myself drowning in the ecstasy he skillfully delivered, and he did not cease until I surrendered completely, succumbing to the pleasure as I reached my climax in his mouth.
Breathing heavily, he lifted his head, his eyes imbued with darkness and primal intensity. The echoes of gunshots reverberated through the hallways, and amidst the chaos, Mark's urgent voice called out for Archer, drawing near.