“Showing him something in my room, Mom. We’ll be back down in a minute.”
We trudge up the wide staircase and down the hall in silence. He’s on me as soon as the door to his room is closed, shoving me against it with force. Hot, demanding lips take over mine, tongue diving inside in a passionate, fiery kiss that quite literally takes my breath away.
His hands cup my jaw, and he deepens the kiss beyond comprehension, devouring my soul. When he breaks away, his forehead rests on mine, catching his breath. “Missed you.”
Taken aback, I lean back slightly to search his eyes, and the look in them has me swallowing hard. “You did?”
“Yes.”
“Missed you, too.” My hands rest on his hips, keeping him close as possible. The heavy pounding in my chest threatens to break through my ribs from the unexpected kiss and his admission. Part of me wonders if he’ll always have this effect over me.
If my pulse will always thump harder for him.
If my stomach will always flip in his presence.
If his kiss will always taste as good as it does right now.
Shit, I fucking hope so.
Chapter Seventeen
Crew
We manage to shuffle over to his bed—lips locking, arms tangled around one another—without falling on our asses. He climbs on the bed, with me crawling after him as he positions himself up by the headboard. Needing to drown my senses in all things Anderson, I waste no time straddling his lap.
My tongue spears between his plush lips, swallowing a groan as his hands knead my ass through my pants. My body is thrumming for him. Vibrating with desire. Aching with the need for him to devour me.
I don’t know how we’ve gone our whole lives without this, because four days apart feels like an eternity. My entire being craves him like the very drug that’s currently swimming in my veins.
My hands cup his jaw, the scruff from his five o’clock shadow scratching my palms as I pull back and take him in, cataloging every feature to memory. His forest green eyes are dilated, irises almost completely overtaken by his pupils. His glassy, dazed gaze dips to my mouth, his tongue swiping across his swollen, red lips, before his eyes find mine again.
His grip on my hips tightens as he sits up, mouth coming to my neck, sending chills down my spine. My fingers weave through his dark strands as he finds my most sensitive spots, my hips shamelessly rocking against him. Peppering kisses all along my neck, he takes my earlobe between his sharp teeth.
“Anderson,” I groan, my voice coming out raspy and desperate. A gasp bubbles up my throat as he sinks his teeth into my pulse point, his tongue swiping out to soothe it right away.
He pulls back, fingers dancing to the hem of my shirt, drawing it up and over my head. Between my arousal and the air hitting my skin, my nipples are hard pebbles. A fact that Anderson notices right away, his tongue lapping the tender bud before sucking it into his mouth. The sensation is a shot of raw lust straight to my cock, which is aching in my pants.
The need to feel his skin on mine is too strong. I’m ripping his shirt over his head and shoving him down, my lips trailing open-mouthed kisses all over his neck and chest. His skin is burning up under my touch, and all I want is to leave my mark on every square inch of his body. Claim him.Mine.
I make my way down his torso, kissing and sucking my way all over the dark hair dusting his stomach. Tongue trailing over each and every indentation of his abs, loving the way his body reacts to me. Goosebumps erupt all over and his cock is rock hard in his pants beneath me, begging for my undivided attention. The sweetest sighs and moans leave his mouth every time my mouth makes contact with his skin.
As I reach his waist, my teeth nip at the skin near his hips, causing a deep groan to rumble in his chest that has my nerves tingling for more. My eager fingers grip the waistband of his pants, my gaze finding his as he lifts his hips slightly, allowing me to drag them down. His beautiful, engorged cock springs out, slapping his stomach as I bring his pants past his thighs, taking one leg out, then the other.
The head of his dick is poking out past the foreskin, letting me know just how fucking aroused he is. My mouth waters at the thought of taking him deep in my throat again. I run the flat of my tongue from the base of him, all the way to the tip, swiping over his slit and grabbing the beaded pre-cum that waits for me there. His flavor is both salty and clean, and I start to feel drunk on him as his masculine scent surrounds me.
He hisses, hand flying to my hair as I wrap my lips around him, taking him all the way into my mouth. I gag and my eyes water, but I pull off a little and try again. Quickly, I find my rhythm, my head bobbing up and down, hand toying with his balls. It’s messy and sloppy, butgoddamn, the noises coming from him are music to my ears.
“Oh, fuck, Crew.”
He’s panting, chest heaving, with a fist clenched in my hair, guiding me up and down his length just the way he likes. His hips are thrusting up, meeting my mouth on the downstroke, which lodges him deeper in my throat. The full feeling he gives me is sublime. I’m so fucking turned on just by sucking him off.
Both hands have found a home in my hair now, holding me in place while he brutally fucks my face from below. His movements are becoming erratic, breathing shallow, and I know if I was able to look up at him right now, I’d find him so blissfullygone.
“Fuck, Crew. Gonna come.” His cock swells in my mouth seconds before he shoves me down and holds me there, unloading down my throat, a guttural groan vibrating from his chest. His body shudders as the last of his orgasm spasms through his body.
“Get up here.” That throaty voice sends chills through my body as I comply, and as soon as I’m in reach, his lips are on mine. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, greedily taking from me, but I give him everything back with matching hunger. Without breaking our kiss, his hand ungracefully shoves down the front of my pants, wrapping around my throbbing cock and stroking me hard and fast.
Shoving me flat on my back, he wastes no time yanking my pants the rest of the way down. His eyes look so dark and full of primal longing, I swear I could come just by the sheer need I feel radiating off him.