“I want you to myself tonight. I think I’m all amped up over that guy taking your pic, and I just—”
“He was taking my picture?” I shriek, but Crew chuckles, pulling out the cracked phone from his pocket and tossing it behind him on the table.
“Problem solved.” He frowns before reaching out and touching my stomach, drawing little squiggles in the oil as he speaks. “I want you all to myself. I wanna fuck you bent over this couch again and eat your pussy until you can’t speak. I want to desecrate that ass. I want my cum in your mouth and yours on my cock.”
His eyes lift back to mine.
“I want your body just for me tonight.”
Well, goddamn. I’m not sure there’s been a time when I’ve been wetter. Guys say, “Let’s fuck.” Crew says, “I want my cum in your mouth and yours on my cock.”
For fuck’s sake, give a masterclass already.
“Done,” I breathe out, hands on his shoulders, already bouncing a little before I throw out my thought, suddenly wanting him to know that I want him to myself too.
Don’t do that, dummy. He’s a vacation, not a permanent destination. But my lips start moving anyway.
“And truthfully, I don’t care if the other night never happens again. TJ and Nate are meant for a good time, not a long time. I don’t even want one boyfriend, let alone two additional complications. You know what I mean?”
Crew smirks, holding my waist tighter as he lifts, and my legs wrap around his waist.
His hands are on my ass as he carries me, so I take the opportunity to kiss along his jawline, laughing each time he has to hoist me up because I’m slippery.
The minute we’re in the bedroom, he chucks me onto the bed and crawls over me, letting one of his legs slip between mine.
“Where do you want to start on that list of yours,” I breathe out huskily.
Crew’s fingers ghost my collarbone, then run down over the fabric of my bikini top before he tugs it open and covers his mouth over my nipple.
I suck in a breath, letting my head rub on the bed as I lift my chin. His tongue runs circles over the pebbled flesh as it grows harder between his lips.
He sucks the tender bud, making me jut my breasts toward him and moan.
“Goddamn, that feels good.”
Crew releases my nipple with a pop, his eyes meeting mine again as his hand travels further south, leaving goose bumps in its wake.
He doesn’t say a thing, just stares into my eyes as he grazes over my stomach, all the way down to my bikini bottoms.
But he doesn’t bother to untie them. Instead, Crew slips his hand inside, smirking as my lips part both on my mouth and my pussy as he thrusts between the wetness gathered around my hairs before he massages my clit.
I arch my back off the bed, eyes closing, feeling his lips land on my collarbone.
“I love how wet your pussy gets,” he whispers along my skin.
He pulls his finger out, dragging my arousal back up over my stomach to my tit before circling my wetness around my nipple.
I lick my lips, watching him coat me before he seals his mouth over it again.
“Fuck,” I cry out, running my hands through his hair and over his muscular back.
Crew kisses my desire off me before abandoning my chest and working his way down the path he left, kissing my body. His tongue glides and dips into my belly button before moving further down until he reaches my bottoms.
His mouth covers the fabric, kissing my cunt deeply and making my body buck.
“Oh god.” I exhale harshly, but ever so delicately, Crew slides the fabric aside and runs his tongue straight over my clit.
“Fuck,” I moan.
God, his tongue is magic. Crew maneuvers himself between my legs so his arms are hooked under them. He’s licking and circling his tongue, humming and growling against my clit as I writhe and pant.
My fingers weave through his hair, holding his face to my pussy, as I grind into him, letting him devour every bit of my wetness.
“Oh my god. I love the way you lick my pussy.”
Crew’s large hands grip the inside of my legs as he growls, nipping my sensitive throbbing clit before he lifts my ass off the bed and brings me to his face. He feeds on me before dropping me back down and slapping his hands down my thighs, spreading me wider.
I’m panting and moaning because he’s made it his mission to make me come. It’s so overwhelming that my body’s already quaking.
“Oh fuck. Oh my god.”
He sucks my clit, and I start crawling backward because I can barely take it. It’s too good. I’m too open—he’s everywhere on my pussy. I’m throbbing and trembling, grinding into him and simultaneously feeling like I could crawl up the wall.
But Crew doesn’t stop, groaning, “More. C’mere,” as he follows me, grunting and needing my pussy.
My hand slaps against his back, trying to reach for anything to hold on to as my hips rock against his face.
“Oh god, yes, yes, yes…”
But before I can come, he tears away, rising up to his knees and grabbing my thighs before he jerks me forward flush to him. I’m fumbling, trying to get my bikini bottoms off. But Crew doesn’t give a fuck about that. Without hesitating, he rips them aside, pulls out his cock, and thrusts inside of me.
“Oh my god,” I gasp, whispering his name. “Crew.”
But as I stare at him, gripping the sheets, his chest heaves. He’s hammering inside me, pounding over and over, staring down at me.
And he looks like a fucking god.
“Oh, so now you remember my name?”
There’s no point in pretending I don’t like his arrogance because the way my pussy just got even wetter gives it away.
“That’s right,” he croons, smirking, his jaw slack as his hips work like a damn machine, never slowing. “I felt that pussy start to cry for me. Because she’s my dirty little bitch.”
Holy fucking hell. I may die from pleasure overload.
His voice washes over me as I close my eyes.
“I’m not going to punish her for not screaming my name…”
My eyes are rolling into the back of my head, and I feel like I can’t catch my breath. Crew’s fucking me so good that he will be the bar I set until the end of time.
He chuckles, enjoying what he sees as he continues, his voice ragged.
“Why would I punish her? This little slot and me…we understand each other.”
Crew brings the back of my legs to his chest, holding them there, my stems flanking his face as he rams inside of me over and over. Our skin slaps each time his dick glides out and in my wet pussy as he grinds his words out.
“She comes when I tell her.”
He thrusts harder.
“She takes what I give her.”
Crew slaps my tit, making me gasp.
“And she knows whose cock owns her.”
I’m breathless, my hands running over my body, brazen and wild as I moan, unable to think as he grunts with each thrust.
My whole body is trembling with need as I whimper.
Crew holds my legs with one arm, and with his other, he brings his hand down to my pussy, his fingers rubbing my clit.
He’s literally playing my body like a fucking violin. My breath is shaky at best. And I’m all but screaming as he viciously rubs my clit.