Chapter Twenty #2
Fucking fuck. My fingers tap my leg, trying to process what she’s saying.
I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to fucking comfort someone.
I’ve never known how to do this shit. But then my eyes start to burn, and I realize they’ve welled up with tears.
I’ve never cried a day in my life. Not through the childhood I spent in a cage, not when I was locked up in prison, not when Queenie or Rolo died.
But just knowing that this perfect bright light in front of me felt that kind of fear, that she was hurt from it, I can’t fucking imagine, and I definitely can’t bear it.
“I’m so fucking sorry, Monroe.”
“We all died that day, Crew. All of us. I was brought back, and I’ve never . . .” Her voice cracks as the tears breach the dam and cascade over her cheeks. “I’ve never understood why I was chosen to live when they all had to die. It’s not fair.”
The breath leaves my lungs.
“You died?”
“Yeah. I was pronounced dead at the scene, but a paramedic refused to stop working on me and got my pulse going again. I was in a medically induced coma for a while to let my body heal from all the injuries, especially the one on my head.”
I pull Monroe impossibly close, holding her to my chest and kissing the top of her head repeatedly.
“I can’t imagine a world where you’re not in it, pixie. The world deserves your light, and you deserve to feel everything it has to offer.”
Monroe pulls back slightly, looking up at me through tear-beaded eyelashes, her hand reaching up and stroking my cheek. It feels so good, and my heart starts to race.
“Is it offering me you, Crew? Because for the first time since my accident, I actually feel like I’m living and not just existing.
” Her words stun me for a moment. I’ve never felt like I’ve given anything good to anyone, and this woman is lying here in my arms, proving me otherwise.
What the fuck did I do to deserve this, Rolo?
I’ll never give this gift up. If it’s the one good thing I get out of this life, I’m going to greedily accept and not fuck a minute of it up.
“I’m already yours, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Her delicate little fingers slide into my hair, my eyes falling closed for a moment, then she’s pulling me down to meet her mouth.
Kissing Monroe is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
It’s touch on fire, electric, and euphoric.
I’ve never touched drugs a day in my life, but I imagine she’d be the hit of the century, the dose that makes you an addict.
I capture her lips with mine and wrap my arms around her, pulling her body flush against mine.
Our tongues tangle and caress, slowly and unhurried.
I could kiss her like this all night and not go any further, but when her hands start to push at my cut, I know she wants more.
I’ll give her everything she wants and then some.
Breaking the kiss, I shrug out of my leather cut, folding it in half and tossing it to lie on the bench in front of the piano.
Monroe’s hands don’t waste any time exploring my abs as she sits up on her knees, pushing me to lie on my back.
I go more than willingly, letting her explore my abdomen, my chest, and my arms. Her fingers trace over various tattoos, the hodgepodge of splattered ink I’ve decorated it with over the years.
She looks so pretty, her thin dress hiked up high on her thighs, her blush-pink hair framing her face as her eyes follow her hands. She maps all of me, taking her time and memorizing every inch. Fuck, do I want to do the same to her?
Then she starts to gain more confidence, fingers dipping lower until the tips slide beneath my waistband.
My cock is hard as steel, bulging and throbbing against the fabric, and I know she can see it.
My breaths are coming harder now, and I’ve never felt excitement like this before, wondering what my curious little pixie will do next.
Her fingers work the button of my jeans, sliding down the zipper, successfully putting my heart in my goddamn throat.
Why does this little creature make me so damn nervous?
I don’t get nervous. Before she can pull my jeans open any further, knowing I don’t wear any underwear, I lightly circle her wrists with my hands, stopping her in her tracks.
I need to do right by her. It’s the only damn thing that matters.
“We don’t have to go any further. I’m happy to just kiss you and hold you all night.”
“I may be a virgin, Crew, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to explore with you. In fact, you’re the first person in my life I’ve ever wanted to. Do you want to stop?”
“Fuck no, pixie. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable.”
“I promise to tell you if I’m not.” That’s all I ask.
“Then go ahead and explore me, my curious little thing.” The smile that appears on her face could light the way to fucking heaven, and goddamn am I lucky sonofabitch that I get to see it.
Monroe pulls open my jeans, my hard, thick cock springing free and falling with a slap against my abdomen. Her eyes go wide as she takes it in, her bottom lip sucked right between those teeth of hers.
I run my hand up the length, giving it a squeeze, watching her face as precum spills from my tip.
I know right now her mind is racing that there’s a cock in front of her; hell, I don’t know if she’s ever even seen one before, but I know mine isn’t the norm.
I’ve got an apadravya through the center of my head and a frenum barbell pierced at the underside.
I swipe my thumb over the top, spreading the precum down over the silver decorating it.
“You like what you see, pixie girl?”
“Crew . . .” she breathes roughly.
“You can touch it, you know. It won’t bite.”
“God, it looks like it could.”
“Trust me, pixie, nothing but pleasure will come for both of us. I could come right now just from you looking at me with that expression on your face.”
With her bottom lip held hostage between her teeth, she finally puts me out of my misery, running the pads of her fingers up my length.
My cock jerks at the contact, and I love the cute little look of surprise on her face.
She runs her fingers softly over every inch, doing a damn good job at teasing the hell out of me.
Then I grab her hand, wrapping her fingers around me and squeezing just how I like it.
Her fingers can’t close all the way around me, and something about that makes me feel fucking good.
I keep her hand under mine as I slide us up my dick.
I moan, deep and low, loving the feel of her soft hands on me.
“That feels good?”
“Fuck, yeah. Yeah, it feels so fucking good,” I huff as my hips buck into her fist. I show her how I like it, and after a few more strokes, I let her go, letting her jerk me on her own.
She sits between my spread legs, her free hand braced on one of my thighs as she strokes me.
Her face has bloomed with crimson, her freckles popping bright as her pupils are blown nice and big.
Pleasure flows through me at such a high dose, I have to really focus to not blow my load right here like this.
It feels so fucking good. I don’t remember the last time I had a hand job, and I’ve definitely never had one quite like this.
My orgasm starts low and deep, and I quickly pull her hand off.
I flip her over onto her back, her little yelp making me smile.
“It’s my turn now.”
Monroe lies on her back in front of me, and I know I need her naked. I need to see her laid bare. I start to work her dress up her thighs, revealing inch by inch of her beautiful skin. My hands caress over her hip and follow the path up her sides.
“Is this okay?”
She nods and sits up for me, letting me pull the fabric from her body and toss it to the floor.
My hands fall to her thighs as she lies back down, my eyes tracing over every inch of her perfect body.
She’s wearing a matching lace bra and panty set, in pure fucking black.
It’s so thin I can see the rosy buds of her nipples peeking through the lace, and my mouth waters. Her beauty takes my breath away.
“Fucking hell, pixie, you always wear this kind of stuff under your dresses?
“Yeah, it makes me feel sexy. Powerful, even.”
“Fuck me,” I breathe under my breath. “Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
Her face reddens further, and it’s such a pretty color on her. The crimson spreads down her neck and across her chest, which is rising and falling harder now. I could gaze at her the rest of the night, but I need to get my hands on her.
“Can I touch you?”
“Please touch me, Crew. I need you.” She needs me. I’ve never been needed before, and fuck if I’m about to let her down. The devil himself will have to come pull me away from her, and even then, I wouldn’t leave without a fight.
I lean over her body, capturing her mouth in a kiss before peppering her jaw, and down her neck, and over her collarbone. My tongue licks a light path over the bone, down to her sternum, loving the goosebumps that break out on her skin behind my touch.
Her hands run up and down my sides as I kiss and lick her perfect body. Monroe arches into me, the tip of my leaking cock tapping at her stomach. My eyes flick up to meet hers, her eyes heavily lidded and needy, just as desperate as I am.
I brace myself up on my forearm, and with my free hand, I pull down one of the cups of her bra, her tit spilling free. She’s got the most petite breasts, a perfect palmful, with rosy pink nipples that are begging for my mouth. I can’t deny them.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes, Crew. It’s all okay.”
Leaning forward, I suck the pert nipple into my mouth, drawing out a moan from her sweet lips. I pop off, kissing my way down her breastbone, over her navel, to her panty line. Then I’m licking a line from hip to hip and back again, her fingers threading through my hair.
When I sit up on my knees, she’s panting. “You doing okay with all of this?”
She grabs my face gently, looking me in the eyes. “I meant what I said, Crew. I don’t want to stop.”
“I’m supposed to check in with you.”
“What?”
“Never mind. I just want to do this right. This is new for me, too.”
“Crew, this is perfect. Being here with you is perfect. This is all I could ever ask for.”
“Just promise to tell me if you want to stop at any time.”
“I will, I promise.”
I trail my fingers up her thighs, settling on her bent knees. “Spread your legs for me, let me see you.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, but she listens, spreading her legs nice and wide for me.
My heart rate kicks up behind my ribs, my heart in my throat.
I run the pads of my fingers over the damp fabric of the delicate lace covering her center, hooking my fingers into the hem and pulling them off to the side.
Then I’m finally getting a good look at her perfect center.
My fingers dance through the light swatch of hair over her pubic area, a deep, appreciative moan rumbling through my chest. Hair on women is so fucking sexy, and my cock bucks in response.
This woman is doing things to me I never thought possible, and she doesn’t even realize it.
I slowly peel her underwear down her legs, pressing the wet spot to my nose and inhaling before stuffing them in my pocket for later.
I’ve been wanting to get my mouth on her from the moment I first saw her, and I’m not going to waste any more time denying myself her sweet taste.
I love oral sex, and I can’t wait for her to feel my tongue ring on her wet pussy.
I have to talk myself down multiple times, reminding myself to go slow, to not rush anything, and be gentle.
So instead of diving right into my meal like a man starved, I pick up her right foot, bending her leg at the knee and pressing a soft kiss to the inside of her sole, then her ankle.
I work my way up her leg, dragging my tongue and lips over every inch of her.
When I get to her center, I blow lightly against her core, loving how her body trembles for me.
Then I repeat the same thing on the other side.
When I reach her center again, I lie down on my stomach to get comfortable, setting her legs over my shoulders.
Then I use my thumbs to spread her open wide.
Her scent hits me like a drug as I drag my nose through her center, taking a deep inhale of her sweet musk.
I look up her body to meet her eyes so full of arousal, and I about bust right here from the expression on her face.
God, I can’t wait to make her come again.
“I’m going to kiss you now, pixie. Right here, where no one’s ever been before.”
“Please. I need you to,” she whines.
Her thighs are already shaking, and I smile into her flesh as I take my first long, languid lick of her pussy.
Her taste coats my tongue, and something snaps inside me.
The restraint that was pulling tighter and tighter is slowly breaking at the seams. I’m crazed, infatuated, completely lost to her pleasure, to making her feel good.
I keep her lips spread open for me, and then I bury my face into her pussy.
I lap at her from ass to clit, making sure there isn’t an inch of her that hasn’t had my tongue.
Monroe moans as her hands grip the sheets below us.
I hope she loves this as much as I do, because I don’t plan to ever come up for air.