THE GAY BARTENDER

chapter twenty eight

I felt two strong hands reach under me and lift me into the air.when I opened my eyes, Archer was staring down at me, cradling me in his arms and he carried me in his arms as he carried me up the stairs. He stopped and swept a strand of hair out of my eyes. "I've never seen anything more beautiful than her when I walked in and saw you sleeping.

I feel the same way with you looking down on me like that."

"Come on, he took me in his bedroom and laid me down on the bed, then hoped onto the other side. I turned to look at him. His green eyes once filled with fire and intensity, were burning with an affectionate flame , studying me .

I felt his breath pound against my face before I tasted his lips. He drew it out, his tongue slowly searching over my hard then soft pallet ,it met mine then curled over the tip, and we danced together, discovering each other as if for the first time. His hands moved up my side , over the curve of my back, my shoulders ,then around my neck. I wrapped my arm around his back and pulled him closer. I needed to feel his body pressed against mine. His c**k was hard, bulging out of his pants, I could feel it pressing between my thighs. He pulled his head back and ran his fingers through my hair.

"I want you "He pressed his body closer.

"You can have me. "

He stroked my chin. "I just don't want your body Maya , I want all of you. I appreciate all that you have done for me . How you still come back to me even when I push you away . You are really special to me you know. I don't think I'll ever thank you enough. You have no idea." His voice broke, And I lost control.

My lips swept over his, then found his neck behind my ear, down toward the forest of hair peeking out of his shirt. I wanted him to know that I was greatful to him as he was to me. He defended me against Mr Beetle and he let me into his home and gave me the honor of getting to know him , and getting to experience affection with him . God knows I craved for some affection in my life, some passion in my life. But that wasn't even the best part.

I hated waking up in the morning to go open the bakery, now I couldn't wait to see what the day had instored for me , because I knew Archer was there. It got me through all the hard work I had put into the bakery .

I reached down and opened his fly, so I could pull out his c**k. He rolled over the bed and let me slip my hand over the shaft. When I took it out, it stood out on its own , a towering monument to masculinity. I loved seeing him get fully aroused for me. It made me feel special. I knew it was a normal biological process but I couldn't resist from finding it quite appealing. It was the force that drove my pleasure and I was not mad about it at all.

" You don't have to."

I swallowed him whole ,taking in every inch. It was hard at first when it hit my throat, but I kept going because I needed to see him sigh and moan as my lips moved over him.