I pulled his hand off my head, pinning it to the side. My chest was heaving as I licked up the side of his shaft. “Don’t get in a hurry,” I admonished, and tightened the grasp I had on his wrist. “I’ll make you come, I promise.”
Crew huffed a whiny-sounding noise before slamming his head back against the pillow. “I get that you want to go slow, but you’re torturing me.”
“No, I want to treat you like you’re precious. There’s a difference.” With the spit I’d accumulated sucking his cock, I coated one of my fingers. “Just enjoy it.” I smirked at him before sucking him tight into my mouth and pressed the tip of my finger against his hole at the same time.
If I thought his hips were unruly before, they were wild now. Crew jerked violently, sliding himself deeper into my mouth as I circled his hole with my slick fingertip.
“Shit, oh fuck, shit, Price.” He sang my praises as I pushed, meeting resistance with the first ring of muscle.
His dick jerked in my mouth, my answering groan guiding him to relax further for my finger. Jesus, he was tight.
The heat I met was like none other. In all my years around fire, I had learned that heat like this was dangerous. Crew was so fucking tight aroundme, clenching with each pull of my lips. I rolled my hips, desperate for release, so close to coming from something as simple as fingering him.
Crew didn’t try to push anymore. He squirmed under me, begging and pleading with urgency.
But I wasn’t urgent.
No, I loved it, and I knew I could go on for hours like that. I curled my finger, pausing the moment I found his prostate. The shaking only got more frantic underneath me, mewling sounds echoing in the room as I bobbed my head on his cock.
I switched between swallowing him as deeply as I could and teasing his head, feeling him clench around me as he got closer and closer.
Fuck, I needed lube. He was relaxed enough for another finger, but I didn’t trust spit enough. The moment I pulled away, Crew whined.
“Please.” His voice was raw, cracking a bit at the end.
I leaned over him, planning to grab the lube from the nightstand, only to be stopped when he pulled me down against him. “What are you doing?”
Crew grasped my face with both hands, peering into my eyes with desperation. “Feel me,” he whispered.
My brows met in confusion, though it was short-lived. With a grind of his hips, I understood.
Our hips were nearly flush the way he’d positioned me, our dicks sliding against each other. His was slick with my saliva, easing the glide.
My hands dropped to either side of his head as I let instinct take over. I thrust us together, letting the weight of my body add the pressure we needed. “Shit, hold on, let me get the lube.”
I found the bottle, coating my hand efficiently before spreading it along our lengths. Our moans sounded beautiful together. The added glide only made me more desperate, my restrain waning further as my cock pulsed against his.
Crew tried to quicken our pace, which I stopped with a growl. “Stop trying to rush it.”
“I can’t!”
I thrust slowly against him and pressed our foreheads together. “Feel it. Feel me. Can you feel me, Crew?” I whispered.
His reply was so quiet I almost didn’t hear it. “Yes.”
“That’s it, Pretty Boy.”
Thrust.
“Feel my cock against yours.”
Thrust.
“Feel how desperate you make me.” My orgasm was building quickly, sweat beading along my forehead.
“Do you feel that?” I breathed into him with a circle of my hips.
Crew nodded against me, lifting his head to press against my lips. I took him greedily, licking into his mouth. His skin was covered in a matching sheen of sweat, and I could feel his heartbeat, hear his racing breath, and taste his moans as they grew in volume.
