He subtly nods his head at me, and I push myself into him slowly. The tip makes it past the first ring, andholy fuck, he’s tight. Inch by tentative inch, I work my way deeper, looking back up at him with each movement, until I’m buried to the hilt. I stay still to give him time to adjust and to allow myself a chance to breathe and not come on the spot.
“Jesus fuck, Crew. You’re so goddamn tight.”
“You gotta move, Anderson.” His brows pinch together, and his breathing is shallow when I pull out to the tip, sliding all the way in again. “Fuck,yes.”
The heat, the tightness, the pressure surrounding my cock is unparalleled. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. With each thrust, his essence embeds deeper into my soul. Each pump sending me further over the edge of no return.
“Oh, God. Anderson, fuck. Yes, like that.” His voice is hoarse, his hands holding the backs of his knees and cock bobbing against his abs as I dive deeper and harder into him. Skin slapping skin sounds throughout the room, his moans filling the air now solidified as the soundtrack of my deepest desires.
I bring my body down over him, my hands planted on either side of his head, our faces mere inches from each other’s. Our hot breath mingles, our grunts and groans becoming one. My tongue slides out and swipes along his jaw, the saltiness of his skin a taste I’ll be craving.
“Kiss me,” he breathes against my cheek, pressing his lips against my overheated skin. My face turns, mouth molding with his, tongues caressing one another in an overwhelmingly passionate kiss, filled with so much lust, and love, and purefeeling.
My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest, the backs of my eyes sting with pressure, and there’s a lump of raw, unbridled emotion clogging my throat.
As his fingernails dig into my skin and his tongue swipes across mine, I fall deeper into the abyss. A tornado of emotions reel inside me, a catastrophic storm shaking me to my core. I’m suffocating in the sheer intensity of his touch, his kiss, the way he holds me, and the way he gazes at me like I’m the beginning and end for him.
His big, darkened eyes peer at me like he’s a damned soul and I’m his redemption. And there isn’t a single part of me that doesn’t want to be all of that and more for him.
“Oh, myGod, Anderson.”
“I know, baby.Fuck,I know,” I reply against his lips. Because what else is there to say? Being inside of him is turning my entire fucking world upside down. Every nerve ending, every cell inside my body is screaming for him, begging to never let go of this feeling.
My name is on a constant loop on his lips, chanted over and over like a prayer. His eyes flutter shut as a single tear falls seconds before his mouth crashes with mine again. This kiss is saying everything he’s unable to voice right now, and fuck if I don’t respond back with my own unspoken feelings.
The base of my spine tingles, the sensation working its way up through my body, and there’s no way I can hold back. A hurricane of pleasure rolls through my body, wrecking every thought in my mind. My hand finds his cock, leaking and engorged, and I stroke it in time with my thrusts.
“I’m so fucking close.”
His eyes slam shut, blunt fingernails digging deeper into my skin. “Fuck, me too. Come, Anderson. Come inside me.”
Our lips meet again and as soon as our tongues tangle once more, my release thunders through me. It shatters my entire being. I can feel it from the top of my head, down to my toes. It owns me, fucking destroys me.
Crew cries out against my mouth, hot spurts of cum jetting out of his cock, coating my hand, his abs, and his chest. His body shakes against mine until the very last drop pulses out of him.
“Do you see now that I could never leave you?” I ask barely above a whisper, holding his gaze, and praying he can see the sincerity in my words.
He doesn’t say anything as silent tears fall. I don’t know how he got to this place in his life, where he feels so worthless and unworthy of love, but I’m determined to banish those thoughts from his mind and show him how fucking special he is.
Our breathing is shallow and erratic as we stay wrapped up inside one another, coming down from what has to be the most intense sexual experience I’ve ever had. Gently pulling out of him, I collapse on the bed beside him, my hand finding his.
Goddamn.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Crew
Last night was… everything. Fucking everything.
After we cleaned ourselves up, we grabbed dinner and came home to watch more Harry Potter until the early hours of the morning. We fell asleep with me tucked tight inside his arms, and we woke up that way, too.
Anderson made us French toast, eggs, and bacon for breakfast, and we just finished eating. Well, he ate while I mostly pushed mine around the plate, forcing down a few bites here and there. As soon as I woke up, I was hit with body aches and a headache. I’m also extremely hot and cold. All my percs are at home. I should’ve brought them with me, but I didn’t think I’d sleep over.
The nausea is going to kick in if I don’t get any in my system soon. I told Anderson I wanted to go home real quick to get a change of clothes and shower, but he insisted on coming with me, so that’s where we’re headed… together.
It’ll be fine.
We’re in my Audi, and I’m driving while he flips through Instagram, mindlessly singing along toEmpty Throneby Alazka in my passenger seat. He can’t carry a tune to save his life, but I could listen to him all day long and not get sick of it.