Brown to blue, I oblige in an instant, hissing softly as he tugs my head back the slightest bit.
“Are you sure about this? I’ve done enough shady shit to last a lifetime. I don’t need to addcreep-who-took-advantage-of-a-traumatized-womanto that.”
“I’m positive,” I insist. “I want you. I wantthis.It’s not taking advantage if I’m asking for it.”
Crew inhales a deep breath, as if it solidifies something or maybe fortifies him for whatever comes next. “I don’t have a rubber.”
“We don’t need it. I’m clean and I’ve been on the pill for years.”
He nods, nothing less, nothing more, and releases me, but only to rid me of my clothes. Up and over my head goes his hoodie, my shirt following closely thereafter. A quick flick of his fingers and my bra comes undone, rolling off my shoulders with ease. Flinging the garment with the other pieces now strewn on the floor, he slides his hands up the sides of my back and urges me forward.
I go willingly, my nipples already pebbled and awaiting his hot mouth. There’s no helping the sound that comes out of me as he tongues the first one, those blue eyes holding me captive all throughout. The urge to look away, to close my eyes and drown in the decadent sensation is strong, but I can’t. His gaze is mesmerizing, keeping me locked in as his teeth gently scrape against the sensitive peak. My lips part, hips still rolling against him as fingers tweak and pull the other side.
“Crew,” I whisper, the space between my legs already begging for attention. “More, I need more. Please.”
He backs off my nipple with an audible pop and licks a trail between my tits, then up the curve of my neck… I’m expecting him to ask what I want, to force the words out of me and give him clear direction, but he doesn’t. He simply takes matters into his own hands, dropping me onto my back, his broad frame situated between my legs as he looms over me. “Think you can be a good girl?”
I nod frantically, wondering where he’s going with this.
“Don’t move. Stay perfectly still, you understand me?” he questions.
I nod again and watch in nothing short of fascination as he curls his fingers around the waistband of my leggings and effortlessly rolls the material off my body. They join the small pile already on the floor, leaving me completely bare to his stare. I’ve never been shy in my naked form, but something about the way he looks at me, how he takes inallof me, has me shivering beneath him.
“You’re perfect,” he muses, leaning in long enough to kiss me once. Twice. Three times before stamping a trail down the length of my body. “So…” My chest. “Fucking.” My stomach. “Perfect.” Along the inner span of one thigh.
Then the other.
And then he’s diving in between them, running the tip of his nose right through my pussy lips. I think I die a little death when he inhales deeply and unleashes a sound that resembles nothing short of a growl. “Fuuuck, you smell so good, pretty girl. I can’t wait to see how good you taste, too.”
I can’t help but moan, my back arching slightly off the mattress in anticipation. Only it’s not his mouth that touches me next. It’s his fingers. He slaps my clit and tsks, snapping my gaze down on him.
“I said lay still,” he chides wickedly.
Another moan bursts from my throat, louder still when he pins my thighs down and sucks the sensitive bud between his lips. It’s heaven, I swear to God. I know it’s been a while since I’ve been with a man who enjoyed giving oral (Lance literally refused), but I’ve never been eaten like this. It’s like I’m his last meal. The louder I am, the more he doubles his efforts to bring me to the edge, alternating his points of attack at exactly the right moment. Flicking my clit, rolling it between his lips, sucking on it…
“Crew,” I mewl. “It’s so fucking good. Please don’t stop.”
He hums against my center and amps it up another notch, adding two digits to the mix. I almost see stars the second he starts crooking and caressing the spot I need most.
“Come on, pretty girl,” he grunts, coming up for a small pull of air. “Come for me.I want to see how gorgeous you look when you fall apart.”
His words, the way he touches me… I’m literally quaking in his hold as he sucks on my clit and fiendishly devours my pussy. I’m so far gone in the moment, I don’t feel when he reaches up to play with my nipples. Pinching them, rolling them between his fingers, tugging them.
That does it.
“Crew,” I half pant, half moan, full-on rolling my pussy against his tongue. “I’m gonna come. Right there, right there. Don’t stop…”
CHAPTER
EIGHT
CREW
Speed.
Precision.
Intent.
