Chapter 34 Crew #2
I guide her backward, not breaking eye contact, until her back hits the mats we were just sparring on.
I push, and she goes down, landing with a soft thud on the blue vinyl.
I follow her down, my body covering hers, pinning her in the most delicious way.
My knee pushes between her thighs, forcing them apart, and she arches up against me with a sharp, needy sound.
My hands are everywhere at once. I grab the hem of her tight tank top and pull it up and over her head in one rough motion. Her sports bra follows. And then she’s there, bare from the waist up, her skin gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, her chest rising and falling rapidly.
"God, you're beautiful," I rasp, lowering my head to take one taut nipple into my mouth.
I suck hard, my tongue circling the peak, and she cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair, holding me to her. I bite down, just enough to make her gasp, and then soothe the spot with my tongue before moving to its twin. Her back arches off the mat, offering herself to me completely.
I move down her body, my mouth blazing a trail over the tight muscles of her abdomen. I hook my fingers in the waistband of her leggings and her underwear, peeling them down her legs in one go. She kicks them off, and then she’s naked beneath me, sprawled across the training mats like an offering.
I stand up just long enough to yank my own shorts and boxers down, my cock springing free, hard and aching. I fall to my knees between her legs, spreading them wider. The scent of her arousal is heavy and sweet, and I can see her, glistening and ready for me.
I don't wait. I don't tease. I guide myself to her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her wetness. Her eyes are locked on mine, dark and full of fire.
"Tell me you're mine," I demand, my voice strained.
"I'm yours, Crew," she whispers, her voice trembling. "Always."
I thrust into her.
Deep.
Hard.
One single, brutal stroke that seats me inside her to the hilt.
Her mouth opens in a silent scream, her inner muscles clenching around me in a wave of incredible, tight heat.
I groan, the sensation almost too much to bear.
I stay there for a second, buried inside her, feeling every tiny tremor that rocks her body.
Then I pull back and slam into her again. And again.
This isn't making love. This is fucking. It’s the raw, unfiltered need I’ve been holding back for months.
Every laugh we shared where I imagined it ending like this.
It all pours out of me now. I drive into her with a rough, relentless rhythm, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the empty gym.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, surely leaving marks.
I want her marks on me.
"Look at me," I grit out. Her eyes, which had squeezed shut, flutter open. They’re hazy with pleasure. "I want to see you. I want to see you come apart for me."
I shift my angle, grinding deeper with every thrust, and I find the spot that makes her see stars. Her breath catches, and a ragged moan tears from her throat. “Crew… right there…”
"Tell me," I demand, pistoning into her, my own climax coiling tight in my gut.
"It's so good," she cries out, her hips meeting mine thrust for thrust now. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
I slide a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit.
I press down, circling that swollen, sensitive nub in time with my thrusts.
Her whole body goes rigid. A broken, gasping cry is ripped from her lungs as her orgasm crashes over her.
Her inner walls convulse around my cock, a rhythmic, milking pressure that threatens to shatter my own control.
I watch, mesmerized, as her face transforms with pleasure, every muscle taut before she collapses back onto the mat, boneless and panting.
I’m not done. I flip her over onto her hands and knees in one smooth motion.
She gasps, but obeys, arching her back, presenting herself to me.
The sight is fucking incredible. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her skin, and plunge back into her soaked heat from behind.
This angle is even deeper, even more intense.
My pace is frantic now, animalistic. The slapping of our skin echoes off the walls.
I’m chasing my own release, driven over the edge by the sight of her submission, by the feel of her still quivering around me.
I lean over her, covering her back with my chest, and bite down gently on her shoulder as I thrust.
"I love you," I groan into her ear, the words torn from me.
That sends her spinning into a second, shockingly fast climax.
She cries out, her body clenching around me like a fist, and that’s all it takes.
My own orgasm erupts, blinding and total.
I bury myself as deep as I can go, my shout muffled against her skin as I pump my release into her in hot, pulsing waves.
We collapse together onto the mats, a tangled, sweating, breathless heap. I’m still inside her, my weight half on top of her. The only sound is our ragged breathing slowly returning to normal. I nuzzle into the damp hair at her neck, pressing a soft kiss there.
She lets out a shaky, breathless laugh beneath me. "So… boyfriend, huh?"
I grin into her skin, breathing her in. “Yeah,” I try to catch my breath. “I like how it sounds.”
Lottie shifts under me, turning her head until our eyes meet. Her fingers trace slow, absent circles on my arm. “I never thought we’d get here.”
“I didn’t think I’d ever feel alive… not until you.” I push up slightly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “You make things better. You make me not want to pretend anymore.”
“You used to run from everything that scared you. You left me with a spider in my hair one time because of how scared you were.”
“Still do sometimes,” I admit. “But when it comes to you, baby, running feels worse than facing it.”
She exhales softly as I pull away. I roll onto my side, pulling her with me, keeping her close. I want to stay here, in this moment where nothing else matters but her heartbeat against mine. “You know I’m still fighting, right?”
“Fighting?”
“The cravings. The noise in my head. The need to fuck everything up because the little voice in my head tells me I don’t deserve any of it,” I force the words out.
“I don’t use anymore, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to when things feel hard.
Especially when I think about what happened to you… what we let happen.”
Lottie’s breath catches, and I can feel her tense in my arms. I tighten my hold on her, not to trap her, but to keep myself steady.
“When I was using, it was so easy to lie to myself. As simple as saying that it was everyone else’s fault.
Now I feel everything, and it’s like every time I look at you, I see both…
the girl I should have protected, and the woman who doesn’t need that anymore. ”
Lottie reaches up, fingertips brushing my cheek. “Crew…”
“You make it easier,” I reply before she can stop me. “You make staying clean feel like something I want, not something I have to do. You make me want to wake up every day and not run from it. You make me feel like I have a future.”
“You’re not running now.”
I laugh quietly, a small, shaky sound. “Only because you’re faster than I am.”
She leans forward, pressing a kiss to my chest, right over my heart. “You’re allowed to struggle,” she murmurs. “But I’m here for when you are. No judgment, just stop doing it all alone.”
“I don’t think I could anymore,” I admit. “You’re kind of a terrible person for not letting me.”
She hums softly, her thumb drawing slow circles on my skin. “It’s because I love you.”
I tilt my head down, needing to see her face. “Say it again,” I whisper, because I’m selfish… because I need to hear it again.
Her lips twitch. “I love you, Crew.”
It undoes me. Completely.
My hand slides into her hair, pulling her in until our foreheads touch.“You can’t just say that like it doesn’t wreck me.”
She laughs quietly, and the sound is everything. “You deserve to be loved, Crew. Even when you don’t think you do.”
I close my eyes, trying to steady the rush of emotion threatening to take me apart. “You have no idea what that means.”
“I think I do,” she whispers. “Because I didn’t think I did either.”
Something in me breaks, and I pull her closer, needing her warmth, needing the proof that this is real. Our mouths find each other. The kiss is soft, and she sighs against my lips, and I feel her smile, and I swear my heart finally finds a rhythm that makes sense.
When we pull apart, I rest my forehead against hers again, eyes still closed.
“I’m never letting you go,” I murmur. “Stuck with me forever now.”
Her hand settles over my heart, and I cover it with mine.
For the first time in years, the noise in my head is quiet. No cravings, no ghosts, no guilt clawing its way up my throat.
Just her.