Chapter Twenty-One
MONROE
Of all the times I imagined what having a man go down on me would feel like, it never came close to the real thing.
Crew’s tongue is warm and wet, and his piercing adds a cooling, strange feeling that makes it that much better.
He alternates between deep French kisses, licking up my slit, and sucking.
The sucking about does me in every single time.
My orgasm builds and builds, and then he pulls back, switching it up again.
“How does it feel?”
“I’ve never felt so good in my life. I never want this to end.”
“Mmm. My dirty pixie likes to have her pussy eaten?” God, his mouth when he talks like that makes my heart skip a beat.
“Please, please don’t ever stop,” I beg. My hands thread into his hair as my hips take on a life of their own, rising and falling, chasing the orgasm he’s drawing out of me.
“You taste so good, so fucking good.” He flicks his tongue against my clit repeatedly, the barbell making it feel so much more taboo. My thighs shake over his shoulders as the pleasure finally snaps, the dam breaking.
“Oh, god, Crew! I’m coming! I’m coming!” The world blurs at the edges of my vision as tears spring to my eyes. I squeeze them closed, gasping for air, as wave after wave takes me under.
Crew pulls back just as the sensations become too much, gently kissing my tender flesh in short, chaste kisses.
“Crew, that was . . . I don’t have words, actually.”
“For me, too. I’m obsessed with your taste, your scent, the feel of you against my tongue and lips. You’re perfect, so perfect for me.”
“Come here, I want you up here with me.” I watch as Crew reluctantly leaves his new favorite place and stands at the end of the bed, kicking off his boots and pulling his jeans all the way off.
I take the time to admire him, eyes roaming over his tattoos, his taut, muscled stomach, his strong thighs and thick length. Crew is a sight to behold.
“We don’t have to do anything more, but I really want to lie naked with you. I’ve never done that before.”
Where did this man come from?
He crawls up my body until he’s bracing himself above me, his thick cock resting against my thigh. An ache spreads through my lower abdomen, deep and throbbing. My arms wrap around his shoulders as his forehead rests against mine. We share air as his eyes meet mine, desperate and longing.
“Take me, Crew.” His eyebrows pinch inward, his dark obsidian eyes practically glowing from their depths. He looks pained, like he’s struggling with something monumental.
“I don’t deserve you, pixie.”
“I want you to have me. I’ve never believed in fate or things happening for a reason; I’ve never been able to find meaning in anything that’s happened to me. Until I met you. So, take me, please. I want you so bad I feel like I can barely breathe.”
“Monroe . . .” he pleads, his voice breaking. My hands move to either side of his face, my lips pressing against his.
“You deserve good things. Take it.” His lips meet mine again as he settles between my legs, his hand reaching between us to line up the tip of his dick with my center. He puts just a bit of pressure on my opening, eyes boring into mine as he cradles my face with his other hand.
“Are you sure?”
I nod my head fervently.
“Words, pixie.”
“Yes.”
Crew claims my lips before pressing inward ever so slowly. The burn is instant, my core stretching around his girth, but my arousal makes him slip in easier. I dig my nails into his shoulders, holding on as he presses in further. It’s torturously slow, and I gasp against his lips.
“You feel so good, Monroe. You’re so damn tight.”
I can’t respond as the air leaves my lungs, and I clench up everywhere, my muscles tight, my head spiraling, focusing on the burn and tiny pricks that are spreading at my center.
Crew notices immediately and stops, pausing inside me where he is.
His hand brushes the hair from my face, kissing my cheeks and nose.
“I need you to breathe for me, relax, and let me in. The pain will pass, and then it’ll feel so good.”
I take a deep, settling breath as he smiles down at me. “That’s it, my pretty girl. You’re stretching around me so good. Just a bit more.” He pushes in another half inch and stops again. “This is going to hurt, but only for a minute. Breathe, pixie.”
I try to relax, but then he’s breaking through my barrier, and I arch my back with a loud gasp. His tender hands are right there, cupping my neck and jaw, kissing me everywhere his lips can reach. “Shh, you’re okay, you took all of me, Monroe. Fuck, I can’t believe I’m inside you.”
“Crew, it burns.”
“Just breathe, I won’t move until you’re ready.
Relax and just feel me.” His hands are everywhere as he kisses me, grabbing my breasts through the thin fabric of my lacy bra, twisting my nipples.
My core pulses around his length, my arousal dripping between us.
I never imagined how full this would feel, how complete it would make me.
“Are you alright? I hate that I’m hurting you.”
“I’m okay, I want you to move now. Show me what this is like.”
“I’ve never done this before, pixie.”
“Done what? Have sex?”
He looks down at me with his dark eyes, giving me an expression I can’t quite read, but it makes my heart ache, nonetheless. “Make love to someone.”
The breath whooshes from my lungs as my mouth falls open slightly.
Of all the times I imagined what losing my virginity would be like, who the man would be, never in a million years did I think it would be a biker with a craving for violence, who makes me feel more loved than I ever have in my life.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper as he starts to move inside me. Crew pulls out, a slow drag of his cock that I feel everywhere. The pain starts to fade, and pleasure starts to push through.
Crew’s body works over mine, our foreheads resting together as our breaths mingle, our chests rising and falling in a cadence that matches each other.
Every thrust feels better and better, and soon, I’m meeting him in the middle, my clit grinding against his lower abdomen with every stroke, his hand running down my side and over my hip, gripping my ass to pull me closer to him.
“You feel incredible. Monroe, I’ve never, this is . . . fuck, pixie. This is too good. I’m not gonna last . . .”
“It’s okay, it’s okay.”
“Can I come inside you? I was just tested, and there’s no chance I can get you pregnant.”
I barely hear his words through the blood rushing between my ears as his pace picks up.
“Yes. Yes, Crew,” I moan. Then he’s taking one last final thrust and staying so deep, I can’t help but wince. I can feel every inch of him inside me as his cock pulses and jerks, filling me with his cum.
For the first time since I was seventeen, I feel like I’m finally living. And nothing has felt better.