“Me either,” I admit softly.
We stare at each other for a moment and I let my gaze drop to his chest again, fascinated. My fingers literally itch to touch him and I sink my teeth into my lower lip, trying to fight the feelings coursing through me.
The pretense of hanging out with Crew to watch a movie for class is long over. The make-out session proves that. I know why he invited me over. And I know why I showed up.
“Come here,” he demands, and I don’t protest.
Why would I?
I climb off the bed and walk toward him, letting him take my hand. He pulls me in close. I reach out, resting my hand on his side, his hot flesh burning my palm, and I lift my head to find him already watching me, his lips curled into a mischievous smile.
“I got you a treat.”
“What is it?”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a Blow Pop. Cherry flavored.
My favorite.
I lift my gaze to his. “Why did you get me a lollipop?”
I know why he did. I just want to hear him say it.
Crew leans in close, his mouth right at my ear, making me shiver. “I want to watch you suck it.”
My entire body flushes hot. “Why?”
“I wasn’t lying when I said I couldn’t stop thinking about you in class, sucking on that Blow Pop. How fucking sexy you looked. How red your lips and tongue got from licking the candy.” He nuzzles my face with his. “I want to kiss those pretty red lips,” he whispers in my ear. “Taste you.”
I’m breathless when he pulls away, a smirk on his face as he pulls the wrapper off the sucker and tosses it over his shoulder.
“Crew—” I’m about to give him a lecture about littering, but he cuts me off.
“Suck.” He rubs the lollipop across my lips. Back and forth. Tracing their shape. I part them and he slides the candy just inside. “Do it, Birdy.”
I wrap my lips around the Blow Pop, sucking on it. His eyes are fixed on my mouth, and they flare with interest.
“Show me your tongue. Lick it.” He pulls the candy from my mouth but leaves it resting there.
As usual, Crew is taking something that started out as innocent—and something I do often—and turned it into something dirty.
For some reason, I don’t mind. I want to do this.
I want to show him what I can do with a lollipop.
Pushing past the embarrassment, I slowly circle the top of the candy with my tongue, our gazes locking, my heart racing. I close my eyes and lap at the candy, enveloping it with my lips before I let it pop out again.
“Jesus,” he mutters, sounding pained. I open my eyes to find his tortured expression, and a heady rush flows through me, along with a realization.
There’s power in sex. In me and my sexuality. I was always so scared of it. Afraid I’d give myself to the wrong person. That I’d be humiliated and ashamed of sharing my body with someone who didn’t deserve it.
And maybe Crew Lancaster doesn’t deserve it, doesn’t deserve me, but I’m giving myself to him anyway. I’ve given him a part of myself already, and by participating in this now, tonight, I’m about to give him another piece.
I can see it in his eyes that he wants me, and that’s heady stuff. That he feels as strongly as I do.
Because I want him too.
Crew removes the sucker from my mouth and kisses me, his tongue thrusting in between my lips, a groan sounding low in his throat. That same hungry sound he always makes when he kisses me, as if I he can’t get enough. I open to him, letting him devour me, my tongue sliding against his. He sucks on it, and I run my hands up his chest, marveling at the strength I feel shifting beneath my hands. Smooth warm skin and hard, unyielding muscle. That tease of soft hair between his pecs.
He breaks the kiss first, breathing hard as he stares at me. “You taste like cherries.”
I nod, my mind empty, my entire body tingling. I stare at his mouth, rising up so I can press my lips to his once again, and he cups the back of my head, letting me take control. I test the varying ways I can kiss a boy. Soft. Hard. I bite his lower lip, and he growls.
The sound only encourages me to bite harder.
I suck his upper lip between mine. Trace the shape with the tip of my tongue. Thrust my tongue between his lips, sliding it against his. Grip his head with my hands, running my fingers through his silky hair.
His hands come to my hips, guiding me toward his bed and I let him, not thinking. Not caring.
Once I lie back down on that bed with him, anything could happen.
Anything.
I end up sitting on the edge of the mattress, Crew standing in front of me, his erection stretching the front of his sweatpants, practically in my face. I stare at it. He’s so big. Thick.
I wonder what he wants me to do with it.
“Don’t look so scared.” His voice is low and growly and so incredibly sexy. “Tonight is all about you.”
I watch as he grabs the bag of popcorn and drops it on the floor, the bag tipping over, spilling popcorn everywhere. He doesn’t seem to care.
His focus is one hundred percent on me.
Before I can think too hard, he’s practically on top of me, my back against the mattress, Crew rising above me, darkly handsome, and all mine.
At least for tonight.
From out of nowhere, the lollipop returns, and he drags it across my lips. I dart my tongue out, licking it with enthusiasm and I swear I can feel his erection thickening against my leg.
“You’re talented with that tongue,” he rasps.
I laugh, heady power coursing through my veins. Then I give the sucker another good lick.
“I have an idea,” he says, reaching for the hem of my hoodie. “Let’s take this off.”
Panic slices through me, and I rest my hand on top of his, stopping him. “Wait.”
He takes off my hoodie and things will shift even more between us. Though they’ve already changed after what happened before. When he slipped his fingers inside my panties and stroked me until I was moaning, straining toward him like the weak girl I apparently am.
He goes still, his gaze finding mine. “I won’t push you. You know that.”
Fear trickles down my spine. I want to trust him. I did in that secret room in the library, when he had his fingers between my thighs.
“What do you want to do?” I ask.
“Take your shirt off. Your bra.” His gaze darkens the longer he stares at me.
I melt at his words, how simple yet effective they are. What he said shouldn’t sound so good, but it does.
Removing my hand from his, I nod, giving him permission.
He takes the sweatshirt off, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside. I’m lying there in just my delicate lacy bralette, my nipples straining against the thin fabric, my entire body growing hot when he stares at my chest.
Without warning, he bends down, dragging his mouth across one breast, his tongue darting out to lick the stiffened nipple over the lace. He reaches for the front of my bralette, undoing the clasp, and the cups spring free, exposing me completely.
He lifts away, staring down at my bared chest, his hands moving to shove the straps from my shoulders. I squirm out of it, pushing the bralette out of my way, breathing a sigh of relief when he returns his attention to my chest, his mouth everywhere, trailing fire wherever it touches, making me whimper when he pulls one nipple into his mouth and sucks it deep.
I’m lost to the sensation of his lips. Pulling and tugging. His hot tongue licking. Circling. He lifts his head from my breasts, the lollipop somehow still in his hand and he holds it toward my mouth.
“Suck it.”
I do as he says, giving it a good lick before he pulls it away, bringing it to my breasts, dragging the shiny damp candy across my nipple. Circling it over and over.
Then he drops his head and sucks my nipple back into his mouth.