He kisses down my jaw again, to the stars tattooed on my shoulders. To the feather along my collarbone. He kisses my skin like he appreciates every inch of it. Every marking, every memory it holds.
Crew is the most violent, impulsive, ruthless man I know. But in his hands, he holds me so gently, I’m safer than I’ve ever felt. He touches me like he’d burn the world down to feel me against him.
He kisses me like I’m his.
I reach for the hem of his T-shirt and peel it off, trying not to lose my breath at the feel of his bare chest under my palms. I trace the demons on his pecs and the ink that laces up his neck, like I can burn the feel of me into him. I trace the chain hanging from his neck, down to my purity ring, loving the sight of it in this moment.
He strips me of my shirt, before tossing my bra to the side.
“Fuck, Echo.” He holds my tits in his hands, and I almost burst at the sensitive way his thumbs brush my nipples.
Back and forth, before he dips his mouth to draw one between his teeth. His scruff rakes my soft skin. The roughness as overwhelming as his tongue rolls over me.
“Stunning.” He leans back to look at me, rocking me over him again, watching my breasts like they’re waves rolling just for him.
And I’ve never felt sexier than I do in this moment.
Climbing off him, I strip off my pants, dragging my underwear with them. And then it’s just me, bare, before a man I shouldn’t want in all the ways I do. Him seeing me in all the ways I’ve never allowed anyone to.
Kneeling between his legs, I reach for his jeans, and he doesn’t stop me. His hands rest at his sides as I pop the button and slide down the zipper. A dark smirk crosses his cheeks as I peel them down in the front, and only then does he reach to help, stripping himself for me until I’m kneeling, staring at his hard cock in his hand.
I’ve only seen one when someone was getting theirs tattooed, but never like this. My stomach jumps to my throat at the sight. He’s thick, and if the pressure from his finger at my entrance made me almost black out, I’m not sure I’ll survive the size of him.
He drags his hand up and it pulls a bead from the tip, running his thumb over it and wiping the wet streak over the head of his dick.
My hearing pulses. It’s so silent my heart hurts to listen to it as it races in my chest. Reaching for his wrist, I pull his hand away, and he lets me, releasing himself. I draw his thumb to my mouth and suck on the taste of him.
“Fuck.” He plays with my tongue, rolling his thumb over it, before pulling it out and drawing the wetness over my lips.
I lift off my heels, but his grip on my jaw stops me from leaning forward.
“I’m going to stretch this pretty mouth of yours out until you’re sobbing for me to stop. But not tonight, Echo. Tonight is about you.”
He lifts me off the floor and pulls me back onto his lap. I’m slick as I glide over him, and he groans as his dick presses between my legs. Rolling my hips again, he moves me to a rhythm that makes the stars close in. And my inexperience floods my veins.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I bury my face in his neck, moaning as he rocks me over him again.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I admit in a whisper. It must sound pathetic to a man with his level of experience, but it’s the truth.
Crew grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “It doesn’t matter what you know, Echo. All that matters is how you feel.”
He grazes the pads of his fingers down the center column of my throat, to my chest, down between my breasts. He grips my hips with both his hands and shifts me ever so slightly in his lap, just enough pressure that I’m almost ready to combust.
“Your body knows what feels good, doesn’t it? It knowsthisfeels good.”
I nod as he rocks my hips again.
“All you have to do is chase that feeling, princess. Use me to makeyoufeel good.”
“And what about you?”
He draws my lips an inch from his, grazing his nose against mine. “You’re all I need to feel good.”
Leaning in, he plants the softest kiss on my lips. So quick, I miss it before I feel it. Then he’s lifting my hips.
“Do you want me to get a condom?” He positions himself beneath me, rubbing the head of his cock where I need him.
The smart answer isyes. But I’m on the pill and Crew makes me anything but smart.
