CHAPTER SEVEN
Crew
The moment the words left my mouth, I knew there was no going back.
Charlotte stood there, eyes wide, lips parted, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths. Snow from outside clung to her hair, melting into dark strands, and her cheeks were flushed from the cold. Or maybe from something else.
She looked beautiful. Uncertain. And so damn tempting I could barely breathe.
“Crew,” she whispered, my name a question on her lips.
I closed the distance between us in two strides, backing her against the door we’d just come through. My hands came up to frame her face, tilting her head back so she had to look at me.
“Last chance to run.” My lips brushed hers, barely touching. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping until you’ve screamed my name so many times you forget every other man who’s ever touched you.”
Her breath hitched. “I’m not running.”
“Then hold on.”
I kissed her hard, my hand sliding into her hair and fisting there, holding her exactly where I wanted her. She gasped against my mouth and I took advantage, my tongue claiming her, tasting her. Fuck, she tasted even better than I remembered. Sweet and eager and mine.
I pressed my body against hers, pinning her to the door and making sure she could feel how hard I was. How much I’d been wanting this. Wanting her.
“Feel that?” I ground my hips against her. “I’ve been walking around like that for days because of you.”
She moaned into my mouth as I kissed her again.
“Every time you bent over. Every time you bit that bottom lip. Every fucking time you looked at me. You’ve driven me quietly insane, and I’m fucking done.”
I grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it over her head, tossing it aside. She was wearing a black lace bra. Like she’d been planning this. Planning to wreck me.
“I’ve been thinking about these.” I cupped her breasts through the lace, squeezing. “Wondering if they’d fill my hands. If you’d like it rough or gentle.”
“Both,” she gasped. “God, both.”
I pulled the lace down, freeing her breasts, and groaned at the sight. Perfect. Full and soft with nipples already peaked and begging for my mouth.
I didn’t ask permission. We were way past that. I just bent and sucked one into my mouth, using my teeth and tongue to pleasure her. She cried out, her back arching, pushing more of herself into my mouth.
“So sensitive,” I murmured against her. “Good. That means I can make you fall apart just from this.”
I switched to the other breast, biting down on her nipple before soothing it with my tongue. Her hands were in my hair now, pulling, and the sting went straight to my cock.
“Bed,” she panted. “Crew, please—”
“Not yet.” I took off her bra before dropping to my knees, my hands going to her jeans. “Do you know I’ve been jerking off in the shower every night, dreaming about tasting this pussy. I’m not waiting another second.”
I had her jeans and panties off in under a minute, tossing them somewhere behind me. I didn’t care where they landed. And then she was standing there, bare before me. “Spread your legs.”
She did, her thighs trembling, and I groaned at the sight. She was so wet, her pussy lips glistening. She was pink and swollen and so fucking perfect.
“Look at you.” I ran one finger through her folds. “You’re soaking wet. Is this what I do to you, Charlotte? Make you this desperate?”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
I leaned forward and licked her, one long stroke from entrance to clit, and her knees actually gave out. I caught her, holding her up with my hands on her ass, keeping her exactly where I wanted her.
“Stay still,” I ordered against her flesh. “Let me eat this sweet pussy.”
I devoured her. There was no other word for it. Licking and sucking and using my tongue to drive her crazy. She was making sounds I’d never heard before—desperate, needy whimpers that made me harder than I’d ever been in my life.
I slid two fingers inside her, feeling how tight she was, how her body clenched around them immediately.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” I worked my fingers deeper, curling them. “It’s going to feel so good when I’m inside you. I’m going to stretch you so good.”
“Please,” she begged, tugging at my hair. “I need—”
“My cock?” I sucked hard on her clit while my fingers hit that spot inside her. “Say it. Tell me what you need.”
“Your cock,” she gasped. “I need your cock inside me. Now. Please.”
Her thighs were shaking, her body right on the edge, and I could feel it. Could feel how close she was to falling apart.
I added a third finger, stretching her, and increased the pressure on her clit.
She broke. She came hard, her body clamping down on my fingers so tight I could barely move them. I worked her through it, drinking down every drop, not stopping until she was pushing at my head.
I stood up, licking my lips. I lifted her into my arms and carried her to the bed. I placed her in the center.
“Crew—”
“Quiet.” I stripped off my shirt, then my jeans and boxers, freeing my cock. It was so hard it was almost painful, precum already leaking from the tip.
Her eyes went wide. “Oh my God.”
“Yeah.” I climbed onto the bed, covering her body with mine. “And you’re going to take every inch.”
I pushed her legs apart with mine, lining up the head and pushing inside without a word.
Tight. So fucking tight.
She gasped as I took her, her nails digging into my shoulders as I worked my way in. Inch by inch, feeling her stretch around me, her body resisting and accepting at the same time.
“Breathe,” I growled when I was halfway in. Not gentle. Not asking. Commanding.
She did, and I pushed deeper, watching her face as she took me. The way her eyes went wide. The way her mouth fell open in a silent moan.
“More,” she demanded, wrapping her legs around my waist. “All of it.”
I slammed the rest of the way in, and we both groaned. She was clenching around me, so tight I could barely move, and it felt like heaven and hell combined.
“Fuck,” I breathed, holding still to let her adjust. “Your pussy is choking my cock.”
“Good.” Her nails raked down my back. “Now fuck me.”
Something roared through me at her words. I pulled back and drove into her hard, setting a brutal pace.
“Is this what you want?” I grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head with one hand. “You want it rough?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I want everything you can give me.”
I gave her what she wanted. Pounding into her with everything I had, each thrust hitting deep, making her cry out. Her breasts bounced with every impact, and I couldn’t resist—I bent down and bit one, hard enough to leave a mark.
“Mine,” I growled against her skin. “This body is mine tonight.”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yours. All yours.”
I could feel her getting close again, her inner walls starting to flutter. I released her wrists and grabbed her hips, angling her so I could go even deeper.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered. “Play with that clit while I fuck you.”
Her hand slid between us, fingers finding her clit, and the sight of her touching herself while I was buried inside her nearly made me lose it.
“That’s it,” I encouraged, my rhythm never faltering. “Make yourself come on my cock. I want to feel it.”
She did. Her whole body went rigid, back arching off the bed, a scream tearing from her throat as she came. The feeling of her clenching around me, the way she pulsed and squeezed, was almost too much.
But I wasn’t done.
I pulled out, ignoring her whimper of protest, and flipped her over.
“On your knees. Ass up.”
She scrambled into position, and the sight of her like that—ass in the air, pussy swollen and dripping with her arousal, made my vision blur around the edges. I had never felt this out of control.
I grabbed her hips and slammed back inside, the new angle letting me go even deeper.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned into the pillows. “Crew, that’s—”
“Deeper?” I reached around to find her clit again. “Hitting spots you didn’t know you had?”
“Yes,” she sobbed. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping. Not until she came again. Not until I’d wrung every last bit of pleasure from her body.
I fucked her hard, my hips slapping against her ass, my fingers working her clit, feeling her build again. Impossibly, incredibly, building toward another orgasm.
“Can’t,” she gasped. “Can’t again—”
“You will.” I braced myself above her, gripping and pulling her head back. I kissed her hard and deep before straightening back up to hold her hips. “This pussy belongs to me right now, and I say you’re coming again.”
My words pushed her over. She came with a scream, her whole body convulsing, arms giving out so only my hands on her hips kept her in position.
And I couldn’t hold back anymore. My orgasm hit me, pleasure slamming through me as I buried myself deep and came harder than I ever had in my life.
We collapsed onto the bed, both of us shaking, covered in sweat, gasping for air.
She was curled against my side, her hair a wild mess around her face. I could see the marks my beard had left on her neck, her thighs. The bite mark on her breast.
Mine. At least for tonight.
“That was—” she started.
I pressed my finger to her lips. “Don’t. Nothing you say is going to capture what just happened.”
She smiled against my finger. “I was going to say better than I imagined. And I’ve imagined it a lot.”
“Yeah?” I pulled her closer. “Well, get some rest. Because as soon as you catch your breath, we’re doing it again. And this time, I’m going to find out how many times I can make you come before you pass out.”
Her answer was a breathless laugh and a kiss to my chest.
Outside, the snow continued to fall.
But in here, we’d generated our own heat.
And I had no intention of letting it cool down.