Crew steps in to me, his hands resting on my hips. “Where do you want me?” he asks huskily. He must see the confusion on my face. “You’ve had the tour now. Where do you want me?”
“I-I don’t care.” I just need his hands and his mouth on me.
“Let me help you out. By the end of the night you’ll end up in my bed. Right now I need to be inside you, so tell me where you want me and leave the rest up to me.”
I look around the living room and honestly, I don’t want to wait. “Here,” I say, my voice a soft whimper as his lips trace the column of my neck. His beard is rough against my skin.
“As you wish.” Stepping back, he drops to his knees. “Kick off your shoes.”
I don’t ask questions, not that I could if I wanted to; I’m too turned on at the sight of him kneeling before me. Crew unbuttons my jeans and slides them down over my hips, placing a few tender kisses on my thighs. Once my jeans are pooled around my ankles, I kick them off. “Now this,” he says, running his finger under the side string of my thong. “This is in the way.” The next thing I know he’s ripped it from my body, throwing it over his shoulder. That’s a first for me, and let me tell you, it’s hot as hell.
Crew stands to his full height, tugs off his T-shirt and kicks off his shoes. I don’t take my eyes off him, afraid to miss the show as he unbuttons his jeans and lets them and his boxer briefs fall to his ankles before kicking them to the side. I follow every move he makes as he bends down, grabs his jeans and reaches into the front pocket. He removes a strip of condoms and I watch as he rolls one down his length.
Leaning down, he kisses me. “I need to be inside of you, I want you to wrap your legs around me.” He kisses me again, hard, his tongue sliding past my lips. “Eyes on mine,” he says as he places his hands on my ass and lifts me effortlessly. I do as instructed, and the first contact of skin against skin has me wrapping my arms around his neck, trying to get closer.
“My shirt,” I whine. I want to feel all of him against all of me.
“No,” he growls. “I want you in my shirt.” He kisses me hard, and a thrill races through me that he cares that much. One that I immediately tamp down. I know I’m going to get my heartbroken, but I need to steer clear of that kind of thinking or it’s just going to be worse in the end.
“Me,” Crew says, pulling his lips from my neck. “I’m the one with you, the one those sexy-as-hell legs are wrapped around. It’s my cock,” he says, grinding against me, “that’s about to be inside of you.”
“Just you,” I pant.
“Say it,” he growls.
“Crew,” I moan as he slides inside me.
He walks us to the wall, my back pressing against it. I let my head fall back and I close my eyes, just relishing the feel of him inside me.
“You good, beautiful?” he asks.
Forcing my eyes open, I find his. “Yeah.”
That’s all the ammunition he needs. Crew pulls back and thrusts hard and doesn’t stop. I squeeze my legs tight, grip his shoulders and hold on for the ride, leaning my head forward and burying it in his neck to keep from banging it on the wall. He’s relentless and I love it. I’ve never experienced this type of need and it’s all-consuming. I never want it to end.
“Berklee,” he growls. “Touch yourself. I can’t stop, babe.”
It’s not something I’ve ever done in the presence of anyone else, but the way he demands it of me has me wrapping one arm around his neck to hold on and sliding the other between us. I get my hand where I need it to be at the same time he picks up the pace, something I didn’t think was possible. “Right there,” I manage to pant.
“You with me, Berklee?”
“Ye-yes!” I scream as my orgasm crashes over me.
“Fuck yes,” he growls into my neck as he stills, losing himself inside of me.
I hold on tight, both hands once again gripping his shoulders. My face is buried in his neck and his in mine. We’re both breathing heavy, and I’m sweating like crazy in this fucking sweatshirt. “I want to feel you,” I say, my lips next to his ear.
He swivels his hips.
I chuckle. “All of you, Crew. I want this off.” Pulling back, I tug at the sweatshirt.
“Hold on to me. Don’t let go.” He tightens his grip on my ass and we pull away from the wall. I cling to him as we climb the stairs.
“I can walk,” I say, feeling bad that he’s carrying me.
“Not when I can carry you.”
I don’t fight him. Instead I hug him tight and hang on just like he told me to. I don’t open my eyes until I feel him set me on the cold counter.
“Your eyes. They’re fucking hypnotic.” He leans in and kisses me.
I kiss him back, keeping my legs around his waist, holding him close to me. He releases a growl before pulling away.
“Off,” I say, tugging at the sweatshirt once more. This time he listens, lifting it over my head and tossing it on the floor. My T-shirt and bra are quick to follow.
Reaching up, he gently removes the band from my hair, my curls falling around my shoulders.
“You are a fucking vision, Berklee.” He pulls off the condom and tosses it in the trash. Pulling open the vanity drawer, he takes out another.
“Boy Scout,” I tease him.
“Not really.” He chuckles. “I grabbed a stash when we were on the tour. It was actually the purpose of the tour.” He winks.
“Planner.” I laugh.
His eyes grow dark as he trains his focus on my chest, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over my tight nipples. “So responsive,” he whispers. I grip the counter, preparing myself for the assault of his mouth.
Crew doesn’t waste any time lavishing my breasts. His hands and mouth are everywhere, and all I can do is feel.
“Shower,” he says, pulling away. I watch as he starts the water and waits for the temperature to heat up. Coming back to the counter, he hands me a condom. “Hold on to this, beautiful.” He places my legs around his waist, lifting me off the counter and carrying me into the hot stream.
He sits me on the bench before reaching up to grab a detachable showerhead. The stream above is still falling on him as he wets my hair, then washes it and every inch of my body. “Tease,” I breathe as his lips find their way to my neck.
“No, babe, just enjoying you. All of you. I’ve had you fast because I couldn’t stop it. This is me savoring every inch of your creamy skin, tasting every inch before I slide deep inside you again.”
I don’t comment, just hang on for the ride. I memorize the way his tongue feels as it traces my inner thigh. His calloused hands against my breast. His breath against my cheek when he whispers, “Ready, beautiful?”