He pushed my hips up, angling us further. His cock brushed against my prostate, hitting it with each electrifying thrust. I could barely breathe, losing myself in the feel of it all.
My dick was trapped between us, begging for mercy as urgency took over. The tips of my toes tingled and my heart pounded as my orgasm begged to explode.
“Price, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. Oh, god.” I was barely making any sense, my pleas mumbled and stuttered.
Price was losing himself, too. I felt it in the way his thrusts got shorter, how his jaw got tight and clenched. He touched his forehead to mine once more, whispering to me below the sounds of our undoing. “You don’t need to feel hated to find pleasure. Find it in me. Feel it with me.”
A palm wrapped around my shaft, his strokes slow and steady, lazily matching our pace. “Come for me, Crew. Do it without a single mark on your skin. Do it with a gentle hand, and bask in what I can show you.”
My hands flew to his shoulders, feeling along his back. I grabbed onto his muscles there, finding an anchor in his shoulder blades as it all became too much. Too good. My breaths came out choppy and harsh, my muscles tightening, my legs wrapping around his waist the best they could.
Fear of what was about to happen slammed through me, almost ruining the moment. The realization that I’d lost control and was letting Price fuck me like he loved me had me going still.
I looked up at him, gripping his back for dear life. For some reason, I couldn’t hold my words back. I was so close to coming, so desperate for release, yet they came tumbling out.
“I’m scared, Price.”
His face softened, his hips and hands coming close to a complete stop. He shook his head, keeping his eyes locked on mine. “Be scared with me.”
And then he pushed in deep. Deep against my prostate, grinding his hips into me enough to rub it over and over and over again.
His hand squeezed around my shaft, twisting at my crown as he manipulated my body into letting go all over again.
Fire trickled up my spine, my muscles tightening once again as I threw my head back. I couldn’t get a sound out, my mouth opening on a scream that never made it past my lips. My body was unbearably tight just before finally letting it all go.
A storm of lightning took over my senses, my eyes snapping shut as I panted through my release. I could feel my cum pooling between us, pouring over Price’s hand.
Price rocked into me, his hands coming to either side of my head. He growled a deep, rumbly sound that took my breath away.
Shudders racked him just as he thrust into me once more, his hips stilling as he came inside of me. My ass was greedy, constricting around him, trying to never let him leave.
When he collapsed against me, our chests rising and falling in labored pants, I wrapped my arms around him in one final act of indulgence. Being in his arms, or having him in mine, didn’t seem so scary just then.
And that was the scariest part of it all.
How couldI fix the indescribable sadness that enveloped a person who wouldn’t admit to their sadness? Crew was in my arms, our combined sweat keeping us stuck together. His mind had traveled, though. I could see it in the way his eyes gave him away, a storm I couldn’t weather because I didn’t understand.
If I looked closely, clouds were hiding the man he kept locked up in the prison he’d created for himself. Just behind the cell bars was a man so broken, so tired, that my heart yearned to reach for the lock and break it.
I couldn’t, though.
Crew wouldn’t let me in. The few times he’d said somethingmore—something slightly deeper than surface level, they’d been cryptic, and I’d had no success in trying to bring them up again.
We needed to clean up. I was afraid to move in case it scared Crew into clamming up even more than he was, forcing him to realize what we’d shared too soon.
I was no stranger to walking on eggshells around people. When Dad’s addiction had taken over his personality, I’d learned how to avoid his temper really quickly.
That usually meant tiptoeing everywhere and doing my best to make as little sound as possible as I existed in the space I was meant to live in. Doorknobs and cabinets had been my enemy, along with my words and choice of phrasing. The smallest thing could set him off.
With Crew, I didn’t have to worry about his anger so much as his tendency to overthink and close himself off. I was willing to walk on as many eggshells, legos, and rivers of lava as it took to get somewhere with Crew.
Taking the opportunity to nudge my face into the crook of his neck,I breathed him in as I tried to kill two birds with one stone. Distract him while I got to know him. “What’s your favorite color?”
He tilted his head, twisting a bit to try and see my face. “What?”
“Favorite color.”
“Um…”
