Turning his foot slightly, I found the tattoo on his ankle he shared with Willow and kissed that, too. I could feel him shiver beneath me, his muscles tensing before releasing from my affection. I was sure it looked awkward, the way I was slowly crawling up his body, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.
The scars along the skin above his knees gave me a momentary pause. I didn’t stop, but the way they called to me scared me. Crew hadno idea about the scars under the ink on my arms. The permanent reminder of the itching I’d spent my entire life trying to ease.
When I reached his crotch, I made sure to lick his skin with throaty, enthusiastic moans. His scent drove me wild. Musky, addicting, and unique.
Crew’s breath hitched as I inched closer to his dick, never getting close enough. I hovered there for a few moments, nipping at his hipbones just to hear him gasp for me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see his fists clutching the sheet beneath us.
I smirked against his skin before rising further, no longer kissing but licking my way along his stomach, to his chest, making a line to his nipples. They pebbled under my tongue, and the moan I got the moment I wrapped my lips around them sent a shock of electricity through my body.
I was so hard it was close to painful. My resolve was fading. I knew Crew was feeling the same, his hips subconsciously bucking periodically. He was aching for friction, though I wouldn’t give it to him just yet.
When I reached his face, I took his lips into mine before whispering into the night before us. “Where are the condoms?”
His eyes widened so much, it would’ve been comical any other time. “Um, hold on.”
I let him move, watching as he rolled halfway onto his side to reach the nightstand beside the bed. His ass was on full display for me, jutting out as he rummaged. Under the glow of the city, his body took on a pearly sheen that reminded me of the stars.
My body draped over his, sidling up behind him. I felt him still, a grunt blessing my ears the moment I grasped his hips and pushed myself against him.
The side of his neck called to me. Pulling the longer parts of his hair to the side, I feasted on his skin as I rocked my hips. His back arched, pushing him further into me, heat and steam rising between our bodies, my fire interacting with his chill.
I moaned into his skin, barely scraping my teeth against him. The search for condoms was temporarily forgotten.
“Price,” Crew moaned, his breaths labored and shaky. He clutched the hand I was using to hold his hip, his fingernails digging into me and feeding me with his desire.
He hadn’t questioned me, but I gave him an answer by moving us faster. My heart hammered against my ribcage. A tingling began in my arms, the muscles screaming at me to do more.
More.
Feel him more.
Fuck, I had to stop. I had to stop or the only thing we’d accomplish was grinding.
“Where are the condoms, Pretty Boy?” I whispered against his skin, slightly damp from my lips. I pulled my hand from his death grip, bringing it to his straining cock.
A whimper blessed my ears as he reached back into the drawer, pulling an entire pack out. “Here.”
“Get two out.” I pressed against the crack of his ass, stroking his cock at the same time. I’d stopped rocking my hips, afraid I’d lose myself too quickly.
Through some stumbling and stilted groans, Crew tore two off and held them out for me. If we continued this in the future, we would both need to be tested thoroughly.
“Lie back down,” I instructed, retreating from his back. I tore a wrapper open while he got situated, his wide eyes never leaving me. He seemed nervous and only got more tense when I slid the condom onto him.
While I wasn’t excited about tasting latex instead of him, I wasn’t stupid. Not only was his job risky, but I hadn’t been tested since my last partner before Crew.
I gave him a few long strokes. “I’ll be wearing one too. This is just for our protection. I won’t be fucking you until we both get tested.” I threw in the little incentive easily. He needed a reason to see me again, and I hoped that was good enough of one.
I waited until he nodded to roll one onto myself. Between Crew’s legs, I was at peace. Nothing could ruin this moment. Nothing could dampen the way my gut flipped when I saw that look in his eyes. I watched him as I lowered myself, teasing his covered tip with my tongue.
He hissed, bucking his hips to get more from me. I didn’t let him, keeping the pressure feather light before wrapping my lips around hishead. I moaned at the feel of him in my mouth, his warmth seeping through the barrier.
The weight of him against my tongue spurred me further, though I didn’t make a rush of it. I took him slow and languidly, opening my throat to him before sucking him down.
My gag reflex kicked and screamed, but I refused to let it win. I breathed deeply through my nose, meeting the curls of his perfectly trimmed pubic hair. His hips rose off the bed, a deep moan shaking his body.
A palm pressed against the back of my head, stubborn strands of my hair catching between his fingers. In his pleasure, he pushed me further. I swallowed around him, pulling him as deep as I could before gagging. Spit rolled down my chin, dripping on the bed beneath me.
Through blurry vision, I rose just enough to peer at him. Crew’s head was thrown back against the pillows, his mouth open on a gorgeous “Fuck,”that he moaned over and over.
