He chuckles, groaning, "You're the one who made him this goddamn hard, Éire."
"I'm sorry!"I cry.
He drags me closer to him.I moan as his cock slides through my folds.We both watch, enraptured as my juices smear with his on the broad head, mixing together.
"Jesus, that's pretty," he groans.
The head of his cock bumps my clit, and all I manage to do is moan instead of respond.He's right, though.There's something beautiful about the sight of us together like this.It's not dirty like I thought it would be.It's…erotic, beautiful.Sexy.
"Crue, do it again."
He rocks his hips, sliding through my folds again.We both moan at the same time, hyperfocused on the sight.He watches as if he's never seen anything like it, either.Which is impossible, but I like the thought anyway.Being this man's first?I wish.
He reaches between us, using two fingers to wrap my lower lips around him.My inner muscles clench when he rocks his hips again, pumping between my lips as if he's inside me.The head of his cock glides against my clit with every pass.
"Fuck yeah."His voice is a gritty rasp, full of pleasure."Now I feel you all over me, Ireland."
I feel him all over me, too, and it's almost unbearably good.I grip the sheets, writhing on top of the bed as he rolls his hips into me, striking against my clit again and again.
"I can't take much more of this, sweet girl.You feel too fucking good."Sweat beads on his brow as he stares from beneath hooded eyes."I need you to get there before I lose it."
"Lose it," I gasp, eager to see him unraveling.I think I want it more than I want my next breath.Every naughty fantasy I've ever had involved this man.Most of my dreams involve him, too.
The only reason he wasn't the background on my phone yesterday was because I changed it before leaving my room, half afraid someone from the band would see the photo of him and give me hell about it.He's been my crush since I was a kid.I never dated because no one ever compared.It sounds so pathetic, but it's true.He was miles out of my league, completely unattainable, but I wanted him anyway.
And I want him just like this, seconds from losing his mind because he can't take how good I make him feel.Me, little Ireland Fitzgerald, the only virgin in my graduating class.
"I don't come until you do, Ireland," he growls, moving faster."That's how this works.You come all over my fucking cock, and then I do.But I don't get mine until you get yours."
"T-that's not a r-rule."
"It is in this bed."He leans down over me, taking my lips in a deep, hungry kiss."My wifecomes for me, or I don't."
I don't know what it is about those words and the possessive way he says them, but as soon as they leave his lips, an orgasm sparks in my womb.I cry out, gripping the sheets tight as it rolls through me, turning every single cell of my body into a pleasure center.Heat rushes through me, firing against my nerve endings.My toe curls.Lights pop and fizzle and dance behind my eyelids.
It goes on and on, one wave receding just in time for the next to knock me down.Crue rocks his hips through every single one, his voice keeping me tethered to earth as he croons praises in my ear, telling me what a good girl I am.
I peel my eyes open just in time to see him wrap his fist around his shaft, his eyes locked on the way my legs are splayed wide around his hips.He's staring right at my pussy, and I know he can see everything from this angle.He seems to really like the sight because he growls and starts jerking himself off, his hand flying up and down his cock.
I watch in fascination, unable to take my eyes off him.
Within seconds, he goes rigid.My name tumbles from his lips in an erotic groan I'm going to hear in my dreams for the rest of my freaking life.He comes hard, his seed spilling across my sex and upper thighs in hot ropes.
I gasp, my inner muscles clenching hard enough to qualify as a mini-orgasm.I don't know what prompts me to do it—instinct, perhaps—but I slip my hand down my body, swirling my fingers through the mess, and then bring them to my entrance.
"Fuck yes," he growls, another thick rope spilling from him when I push it inside me."Put it all inside where it belongs, Ireland.Every last drop."
"Crue," I whimper, knowing darn well that we're playing a dangerous game here.
That doesn't stop me from obeying his demand.
It doesn't stop me from loving it, either.
* * *
An hour later, we're showered, which involved more orgasms—yay for me—and I'm dressed for the day.Crue isn't.He's lounging on the bed in his boxers, trying to entice me back into it with him.
I'm not falling for his tricks, though.We have things to do.
