Chapter 13
Crash could practically hear his heart pound as he went to Allyson’s bedroom and prayed it wasn’t all a dream. With everything that happened over the last week, he wasn’t sure he could take her rejection again. The door was open, and she stood at the foot of the bed wearing only a lace bra with matching panties.
The sight took his breath away, and he was sure he’d have the imprint of his zipper on his dick. Her long brown hair lay over her shoulders, and he could see shimmers of auburn when the light hit it a certain way. Her flawless skin, lightly covered with freckles, looked soft as silk. Her blue eyes locked with his as he closed the door.
He stepped before her and lifted his hands to cradle her face. His cock was painfully hard, but he wanted to savor every second with her. This could be the only time they would be together.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Ally,” Crash said with a catch in his voice.
Her hands leisurely slipped around his waist as his lips found hers. She sighed when he fisted her hair and tilted her head to give him access to her sweet mouth again. She pulled his body tight to hers, and he groaned when her skin touched his naked chest.
“Ally.” Crash kissed across her jaw and the soft skin between her shoulder and neck.
“Brent,” she murmured as her hands slid down to cup his ass.
He lowered her to the bed and continued to kiss, nip, and suck her silky skin while he slipped her bra strap off her shoulder. He almost swallowed his tongue when she pushed her hands down the back of his pants and dug her nails into his ass.
“Fuck.” He gasped.
“Did I hurt you?” Allyson asked.
“It hurt in a good way, trust me.” Crash smiled.
“Take off your pants.” She bit down on her lower lip.
He didn’t have to be told twice and jumped up to unbuckle his belt. He lowered his zipper, and his dick practically sprung from his boxers. He slipped them down over his hips and stood completely naked in front of the one woman who could bring him to his knees.
He wasn’t shy because he worked hard to stay in shape. His few tattoos meant something to him, and his dick was thicker than some men, but the way Allyson took in his entire form made him self-conscious.
“You’re a gorgeous man,” she whispered.
Allyson reached behind to undo the bra but held the cups to her breasts as the straps slipped down over her shoulders. He met her eyes as he gently dragged her hands away and pulled the garment away.
“Don’t hide from me, Ally,” Crash whispered.
She slipped her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, slowly sliding them down her shapely legs. Crash almost blew his load when he looked down to see her bare pussy as she tossed her underwear to the floor.
Crash moved slowly down her body and skimmed the tip of his nose around each nipple, giving them a flick of his tongue with each pass. Allyson gasped and gripped onto his shoulders when he sucked one nipple into his mouth. He could smell her arousal, and his dick ached to be buried inside her.
She whimpered his name over and over as he kissed down over her stomach and licked across from one hip to the other.
“I want to taste you, Ally,” Brent growled against her belly.
Her legs fell open, and she raised her hands above her head to grip the headboard. He hummed at the sight of her wet pussy, and the scent was intoxicating. He quickly flicked his tongue out to taste it, and she jumped at the sudden touch. She moaned when he gripped her hips and slipped his tongue between her folds.
“Yes,” Allyson hissed with an arch of her back.
Crash circled her swollen bundle of nerves with his tongue as he slipped a finger into her opening. He sucked as he moved the digit in and out of her soaking opening. Her hips flexed up, and she cried out his name.
“You’re so wet.” Crash pressed a second finger inside her.
“It’s been a long time,” she admitted.
Crash groaned at those words because knowing she hadn’t been with another man in what she called a long time made him want to beat his chest and roar ‘mine’ at the top of his lungs.
He curled his fingers and pressed against the front wall of her sex as he sucked harder on her clit. She started to close around his fingers and cried out with a shiver.
Crash didn’t stop until he’d pulled the second wave of pleasure from her. Only then did he kiss his way up her warm body. She let out a small sigh as he lay beside her and kissed her face.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed,” he whispered into her ear.
“It was pretty great to experience too.”
She smirked and ran her hand down his abdomen. When she wrapped it around his shaft, he grabbed it and pulled it away. If she jerked him, he was done and wouldn’t get the chance to drive inside her.
“I want to touch you,” she rolled onto her side to face him.
“Ally, I want nothing more than to feel your hand wrapped around my dick, but if you touch it now, I’m going to embarrass myself,” he admitted.
Allyson rolled over on top of him and straddled his hips. If she thought this was helping stop the need to blow all over her, she was sadly mistaken. Seeing her sweet curves on top of him was making him want to drive into her desperately.
“Ally, this isn’t helping me get control.” He reached up and cupped her full breasts.
She eased up to her knees and moved her opening directly over his swollen head. His heart almost stopped when she began to lower herself onto his bare cock.
“Condom,” he grunted as he tried to hold off from ramming right into her.
“I haven’t been with anyone since Trent.” She gazed into his eyes.
“I’m clean. I’m tested regularly. Not that I need it. It’s been a while for me, too,” Crash told her.
“We don’t have to worry about pregnancy either. I’m… protected.” She closed her eyes as she dropped slowly onto his rock-hard dick.
“Sweet fuck,” Crash grunted.
He should’ve told her he couldn’t get her pregnant anyway, and he’d always used a condom to prevent anything else, but at that moment, his brain couldn’t form the words. When he was fully seated inside her, he squeezed his eyes shut to keep from exploding in less than two seconds.
“I’m so full.” She lay on top of him and kissed his chest.
Neither of them moved for a few seconds, but when he felt he had better control, he grabbed her hips and lifted her a little, then slammed his hips up.
“Oh, God,” she panted.
“Fuck,” Crash groaned when she dropped down again.
Crash wrapped his arms around her and flipped them over until she was on her back, and he knelt between her legs. She grabbed the edge of the mattress while he drove into her wet heat. He could feel her inner walls start to squeeze around the sensitive skin of his bare shaft. While he continued to slam his cock into her knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer, he pinched her swollen nub and drove her over the edge.
“Brent,” she cried out.
“Fuck, Ally,”
That was all he needed, and he exploded inside her. His body convulsed with the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. Every muscle in his body contracted; at one point, he wasn’t sure if it would stop. He barely kept himself from falling on top of her.
With shaky arms, he rolled them on their sides, trying hard not to slip from her body. Crash wasn’t sure if he’d ever be with her again, so he wanted to keep them connected as long as possible.
She snuggled into his body, and they were quiet even after their breathing returned to normal. Even when he slipped from her body, she didn’t move, and at one point, he thought she’d fallen asleep, but then she spoke.
“I didn’t lie,” Ally whispered.
“About what?” Crash rolled on his back and tucked her into his side.
“I haven’t been with anyone since Trent.” She lifted her head and rested her chin on his chest.
“I didn’t think you were lying.” He pushed the hair back from her face.
“I just wanted you to know that.” She placed her head against his chest again.
“It’s been over two years for me,” Crash confessed.
The last woman he was with was a one-night stand he’d gone home with after he’d found out Allyson had gone out on a date with some guy from work. He was smart enough not to get drunk but ended up going home with a woman from his meeting.
“Okay,” she whispered.
She was silent for several minutes, then pulled out of his arms. The loss felt like a knife in his chest, but as she headed into the bathroom, he prayed she’d come back. Several minutes passed, and she didn’t return; Crash grabbed his boxers off the floor and pulled them on.
He sat on the bed for a few minutes, and that’s when he heard it—a soft sniffle from the bathroom. Was she crying? Crash padded to the bathroom door and knocked.
“Ally?”
“I’ll be out in a minute,” she called, but there was something strange in her voice.
“I’m coming in,” he told her.
Before she could respond, he opened the door and found her wrapped in a bathrobe with tears streaming down her cheeks. He wanted to punch himself. Did she regret what happened?
“Ally, what’s wrong?” Crash pulled her into his arms.
“It’s nothing,” she tried to pull away.
“Ally, don’t tell me it’s nothing. Did I do something wrong?” Crash stepped back and looked down into her weepy eyes.
“It’s not you. You’re amazing.” She wiped her fingers under her eyes. “I need to tell you something, and I know it’ll change things forever.”
“You can tell me anything; nothing will change how I feel about you.” Crash cupped her cheeks. “I lo…”
She pressed her fingers to his lips and shook her head. She wouldn’t let him tell her that he loved her. He had for so long that it was difficult to remember when it started, and now that they’d been together, he didn’t have doubts about the world.
“Don’t say it, please.” She pulled away and escaped back into the bedroom.
“Why? Because you think we can’t have a relationship? Age doesn’t mean shit, Ally. I love you, and I’m not going to take it back. With everything this week, I don’t want another day to go by without telling you that. Life is too damn short.” He stepped in front of her, and she closed her eyes.
Allyson took a deep breath before she finally opened her eyes again. She lifted her hands and placed them against his cheeks as she stared into his eyes. She pulled him closer and pressed her lips to his.
“That may change when I tell you,” she said as she pulled away from him. “You deserve so much more.”
Allyson sat on the bed and folded her hands on her lap. She didn’t look up as he sat beside her, but she tensed when he wrapped his arm around her.
“Talk to me,” he whispered.
He wanted answers here and now because, after having her once, he was sure that he couldn’t let her go. Crash had lost too many people, and he wasn’t about to let her leave his life. He didn’t care what she had to tell him.