The End of Summer

Chapter 27- 'Who starts a sexy romp with the words 'hop on?'.'

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Considering I had lost my virginity at the last Riverbank Riot and I was not that proud of myself about it anyway, I sure didn’t protest against what was happening with Archie at that moment.

I dropped the water bottle from my hand, feeling the water splash out of it and hit my bare leg but being too busy to care. I put my hand to better use and tangled it into the back of his hair. My other arm wrapped around his neck as his hand left the side of my face and travelled down my sides. He slid his hands into my jacket, cupping my ass and squeezing roughly to pull me against him. I almost gasped into the kiss as I felt how hard he was, and this was from only a kiss.

I wasn’t that experienced when it came to sex and at one point I actually wondered if we went the whole way, would it get bigger and would I need medical attention after.

Considering I had only had sex that once though, I was shocked by how aggressive I was. I found myself moving, never taking my mouth off his and leading us to the tables until I felt my behind hit the edge of one. I briefly heard the sounds of bottles and cups falling all over the place as his hands left my behind and started clearing the area for landing.

The thing that would be landing? My ass apparently.

In one quick show of strength, he easily lifted me off the ground and placed me on the table. He slotted himself in-between my legs, grabbing my hips and moving me at the right angle to feel the benefit of this new position to the max. In a very bold move, I rolled my hips against him. He stopped the kiss and moaned desperately against my lips.

My breathing was erratic. I can safely say that we had done nothing but kiss, but both times we had it literally made my encounter with Harry seem so poor I felt sorry for the kid. He was probably good in a general sense; he just did nothing for me.

Archie on the other hand, he was doing everything for me. Hell if he was a maid he would be doing my washing, cooking, cleaning and he would probably even scratch my back when it got a little itchy.

Right now, he seemed to be scratching another one of my itches.

I opened my eyes and to my surprise, so had he. I could feel his chest rising up and down heavily against mine as he never broke the eye contact.

“It should have been me, not him.” His voice was husky and as he spoke his lips brushed mine his face was so close.

I didn’t know what to say to that. I was surprised by how he said it, like a regret of his. At that moment, I couldn’t help but agree just because of the reaction my body was having to him. A reaction it never had with Harry.

I licked my bottom lip as I thought about it. I didn’t miss his eyes darting to the movement and darkening slightly. I felt a proud rush go through my body as that wasn’t even my intention, but it was nice knowing I was having the same effect on him as he was on me.

“It’s you now.” My voice was barely a whisper. His eyes bore into mine, as if seeing how much I meant that sentence, seeing if I genuinely wanted this. I knew that from the look I was giving him, there was no doubt about it.

To my surprise though, he closed his eyes and sighed. The sigh was a mixture of annoyance and frustration. He backed away slightly, removing his hands from my hips and moving so the nuts and bolts weren’t pressing up against my lower regions.

I couldn’t see the face I was making, but I could just imagine it. Like a child who just had a toy taken away from her. Or in this case, like a fully grown woman that had just had a buzzing toy taken away from her.