“I—”
He must sense my attitude on the tip of my tongue because he pulls my words from my mouth by diving between my legs before I can finish my sentence. This time he’s not slow and sweet. He’s brutal, the stubble of his chin rubbing roughly against me as his tongue fucks me, and he moans as my pussy squeezes him. The invasion is almost too much. But every time I’m close, he pulls back.
Burying my face in my hands, I groan at the loss of him once more. White noise clouds my hearing, and I’m seeing stars with each blink. I’m so close and so far from pleasure, one graze of his hands on my skin might send me over the edge. But he holds me still, refusing me the relief.
He’s a magician or a God or the devil.
Hanging me over the pit of hell and refusing me what I need.
“Please, Crew.” I drop my hands and grab onto where his hands hold me open.
“Please what?” He’s no longer smirking. A serious edge as his steel-gray eyes take in my exasperation.
“Please let me come.”
I’m not sure I’ve ever been more desperate for anything.
“Why?” He grips my legs tighter.
“Because I need you to.” I drag my fingers over his, through his. I hold him, and I’m not sure a person has ever felt as comforting as he does as his hands lace in mine and tether me to this moment. “I want you to.”
Crew pulls my hand up and kisses the back of it. “Who does your body need, Echo?”
“You.” I don’t so much as hesitate. It’s the truth, whether I like it or not.
Fire lights the darkness in his eyes, warming me to my core.
“Good girl.”
This time, when he kisses my pussy, there’s an intensity that wasn’t there before. He keeps his fingers laced through mine and holds me through each roll of his tongue. Holds me in place through the vibrations of his hums. His lips kiss my clit, and then he’s rolling back and forth over it. My hips rocking with every wave.
Darkness tunnels my vision as I watch him between my legs, and then there’s nothing but Crew and his silver eyes, watching every exhale leave my lips. His hands on mine, and his tongue rocking me through it. My entire body shakes, but he doesn’t pull back this time.
I can’t help the scream that releases as my entire body might as well split open. I burst. I shake around him.
My nails dig into the back of his hands as he slips his tongue inside me like he wants to feel every squeeze of my climax. It isn’t until I stop shivering, and my vision clears that he pulls back.
I release his hands and drag mine through my hair, pulling it off my shoulders while I try to catch my breath.
“You’re welcome.” He grins.
I kick him with my heels. “Asshole. That was borderline torture.”
“What ends well…”
Crew bites his lower lip, tilting his head and smiling darkly, his gaze dropping to my hand.
He picks it up and draws my ring finger into his mouth, circling his tongue around it. The warm wet, massage makes my stomach tighten. My legs are practically shaking at the sensation.
This night is so far past boundaries we shouldn’t be crossing, but I can’t pull my hand away.
With a final suck, he drags his teeth over my finger as he draws it from his mouth, and that’s when I realize my purity band is no longer on my finger. He reaches up and pulls it from his mouth, holding it between us.
“I’m keeping this.” He pushes my ring into his pocket. “Until you’re ready to give me the real thing.”
“Jerk.” I roll my eyes, but when I start to sit up, he stops me with a hand planted in the center of my chest.
“One,” he says, pressing my back once more to the leather.
