My hands met just above his ass, pushing below the waistband of his pants to knead the firm flesh beneath them. Crew answered to my touch with a soft whimper, tilting his head to the side, allowing me further access to the delicate skin there.
Keeping my voice low, I whispered just next to the shell of his ear, “Can I take your clothes off, Pretty Boy?”
I felt the shiver that ran through him just before he nodded.
That wouldn’t do. “I need an answer, beautiful.”
“Yes.” A broken plea. A hesitant ask for something I desperately wanted to respond to.
He’d removed his jacket at some point. It was probably with the pile of clothes on the floor. It made my job easier, sliding my hands from his loose pants and up his sides, his shirt rising with them.
Crew was a gorgeous man. He was on the thinner side with a bit of toning in his arms and midsection. I knew his eating habits were not only atrocious but irregular as well.
Thankfully, I knew I could help with that if he let me. If we had any sort of future after tonight.
Fuck, I hoped he let me.
My hands had a mind of their own, racing over his bare chest and stomach like he’d escape if I wasn’t touching him at all times. I tugged him closer by the hips, fitting us together once more as I explored his collarbone with my lips.
Crew’s hand pressed against the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair, keeping me in place. Perhaps he thought I’d escape, too. Maybe we were sharing the same fears. At that moment, were we more alike than we thought?
His jeans were my next mission. His grip loosened as I bent to pull them and his underwear off in one swift movement. Bare before me for the second time, I could appreciate Crew’s body in a new light.
I wished for the invasive hotel lighting, if only to get a glimpse of every perfect imperfection that made up his skin. My eyes adjusted just enough for the heat blazing through my body to rise to a boil, a ravenous need to feel Crew against me.
Truly, I hadn’t appreciated life until now. With Crew there, I could understand. I understood why I was still here, day in and day out.
Crew didn’t just make the itching stop; he made the entire world cease to exist. If I hadn’t gotten out of bed, I wouldn’t have experienced this.
“Price?” Crew’s voice was uncharacteristically shy and shaky.
I’d been staring at the entirety of him in silence. I shook my head, begging my brain to come back to me. With a smile, I cupped his cheek as gently as possible. “Sorry, you’re just so beautiful. Can you get comfortable on the bed for me?”
His answer was a shake of his head. “Not yet. I want…” I hadn’t seen Crew so uncertain before.
“What do you want, Crew?” I encouraged him, grasping the side of his jaw gently.
The side of his bottom lip went anxiously between his teeth. I cringed internally, remembering the now old wound he had the first night we met. “I want to undress you first. I don’t help my clients take their clothes off. You aren’t my client right now, right?”
My heart ached at the sincerity of his question. “No, I’m not aclient.” I grabbed both of his hands, leading them to the hem of my shirt.
Crew began leisurely undressing me, his eyes roaming my body hungrily. When the last of my clothes were off, Crew’s palms danced along my skin. I shivered slightly at his cold touch. I’d felt the chill on his fingers before, but it felt harsh against my heated body.
I let him caress the ink on my skin, feeling the way he intentionally dipped his fingertips against the ridges my muscles created. He felt along my sides, around my waist, across my abdomen, the same way I had done to him.
He found the hair below my navel and traced it down. Crew’s palm circled my erection, gripping it with enough pressure to make me groan. My cock was straining with need, pulsing with its heartbeat. Crew’s pubes were trimmed neatly, whereas mine were untamed. My cock was thicker than his, though we were almost matched in length.
I couldn’t help but think we were a perfect match.
Crew pumped my length at an unhurried pace, stopping after three strokes. “How do you want me?”
The loss of his hand only riled me up more. I was itching in a different way—anxious to please the man before me. “Lean your back against the headboard, please.”
When he turned, I got a full view of his sculpted ass. He had the prettiest, rounded bubble butt I had ever seen. The muscles in his back rippled with his movements, locking me into a trance.
He was a wet dream personified, laid out against the messy bedding. I kneeled on the bed, watching as Crew tracked my every movement.
I crawled to the end where his feet lay. My hands gripped the sides of his legs as I began to pepper kisses along his skin, coating every inch of him I could.
