34. thirty-two
thirty-two
. . .
ASPEN
Before I laid eyes on Crew’s, I thought dicks were ugly as hell, but his was as beautiful as the rest of him. Long, thick, the broad, blunt crown flushed a deeper red than the rest of the pink shaft, hearty veins running along the length. I fucking loved his cock, and I was falling hard for the man attached to it too.
I placed my hands on his thick thighs and leaned in for a teasing kiss, using my tongue to trace his lips instead of giving him real pressure. I angled my head to brush my mouth over his stubbled cheek and jaw, the dark blond hair rasping deliciously against my delicate skin.
“I like this,” I said, cupping his other cheek with my hand, rubbing my thumb over the beginnings of his beard.
“Beards are too itchy.”
“This length is perfect,” I promised. “I want beard burn on my thighs and pussy next time I let you eat.”
Crew choked on a laugh. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”
I continued my path south, nipping and sucking the strong column of his neck. Laving my tongue over his collarbones, deeply satisfied when he shivered. Lower and lower until I reached his pecs and tight brown nipples. Sinking my teeth into the muscle on the right side, I soothed the sting with a lick before drawing his nipple between my teeth, flicking it once, twice and letting it go. Crew was vibrating against me as I shifted to the other side, clamping his nipple ring between my teeth and tugging. His head dropped forward, chin to his chest, and he fucking moaned , a breathy, pleasure-filled sound that sent a rush right to my core, my thighs slickening with my arousal.
“I can’t tell you how sexy this is,” I said, lifting a hand to toy with the hoop.
“A remnant of my wild youth.”
“I like you wild,” I admitted. “But only in here. Only with me.” I glanced up at him. With him reclined on the bed and me standing flat on the floor, he was still taller than me, but I leaned close to meet his eyes. “Promise me.”
“Only with you,” he assured me.
“Good boy,” I praised. “And good boys get rewarded.”
Finally sinking to my knees, the high pile of the carpet cushioning my bones, I slowly inched my hands upward from right above his knees to the indents at his hips, tracing them with my fingers, following the path to the creases of his thighs. I leaned in to press kisses to his skin, close to but never quite where he wanted me.
Crew’s hand darted out, attempting to grab a fistful of my hair, but I tutted and arched out of his reach.
“No, baby. No touching.”
“Yes ma’am,” he rumbled, resting his palms on the bed at his hips.
I leaned in, sucking and nipping kisses along the insides of his thighs, torturing him the way he liked to do to me. His hands tightened, fisting the comforter, bleaching his knuckles as he tried to hold himself back.
By the time I let my tongue trail over the slit at his head, cleaning up the precum beaded there, Crew was barely leashed, and his moan was a deep exhalation. Fuck, I loved the sounds he made. His saltiness exploded on my tongue, and I closed my eyes, savoring.
Wrapping one hand around his base, I closed my lips around him at last. I dove in with gusto, as willing to please him as he was me. I rubbed my thighs together, feeling the wetness gathering there, desperate for friction.
“Look at you,” he murmured as I took him deep, his head bumping the back of my throat. I gagged and swallowed around him, taking him a bit deeper, and my eyes watered. “So fucking beautiful, all turned on by choking on my cock.”
Humming around him, I pulled off with a pop , chasing my mouth with my hand, loving his velvet smoothness, so contradictory to the hard steel beneath. Going back down, I bobbed on his cock, hollowing my cheeks out, sucking and swirling my tongue.
Crew groaned. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop that.”
All I did was suck him harder, milking him, letting go of his shaft to fondle his balls, rolling them in my palm in that way I knew drove him crazy. His hips jerked up into me, his cock branding my throat. Goddamn, he was sexy like this. Out of control, unable to help himself because the pleasure was too good . I relished the fact that I was the only one who got him like this.
The protector letting someone else take care of him.
I felt like a goddess in these moments, and though I was the one on my knees, I knew Crew worshiped me like I was one.
Breathing deeply through my nose, I fought off another gag, taking more and more of Crew’s length into my mouth, my throat, until the short, clean cut hairs at the base of his cock brushed against my nose.
When I swallowed again, Crew had apparently had enough, because he pulled me off his dick, and I landed in a heap in the center of the bed.
Crawling between my legs, he rose onto his knees and towered over me. The feral twist to his mouth should’ve scared the shit out of me, but it didn’t. Maybe with another man, in a different lifetime, but not here. Not with Crew. There was nothing he could do to chase me away. I was safe here, maybe for the first time ever. Not only sexually, but outside these walls too. No harm would come to me as long as he had something to say about it.
My core pulsed in time with my heavy breaths as I waited for his next move.
“You’re wicked, little phoenix. Don’t you know it’s dangerous to play with fire?”
I grinned. “I’ve already been burned, hotshot. What’s a little more damage?”
He blinked, his expression clearing briefly. “You know I’ll never hurt you, right?”
Reaching for him, I gripped his hand and twined our fingers together. “I know, baby.” I brough them to my chest, slinking mine out from his so he could feel my heart thumping wildly. “This isn’t fear,” I promised him. “This is excitement .”
He nodded once, his shoulders relaxing, then his touch retreated.
“I want to try something with you.”
My heart skipped then picked up speed, anticipation-fueled adrenaline coursing through my system.
“You finally going to show me what you’re really into?”
Crew’s eyes glinted with mischief. “Hold that thought.”
He raced from the room. The sight of his bare ass, several shades lighter than the tan skin of his back and lower legs, had me giggling. A few minutes later, a door slammed, and Crew’s footsteps grew closer and closer until he stood framed in the doorway, one hand behind his back while the other nervously pushed that stubborn lock of hair off his face.
Rising onto my elbows, I stared at him. “Whatcha got there?”
He approached tentatively, as though afraid I’d bolt at any second.
“Before I show you, I need you to know you absolutely do not have to go along with this. You can say no, and I’ll still fuck you into next week.”
A shiver wracked my body at the promise in his words, because I knew he’d make good on them.
“Let me see.”
Slowly, he withdrew his hand and presented me with what he held: a coiled length of black rope.
As soon as the rope appeared, I flinched, unable to school my expression. My mind went back to the day of the fire, to being restrained. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt this man, or make him feel like I was judging him for any reason. That wasn’t it at all, and I tried like hell to tamp down my panic.
Unfortunately, he knew me too damn well. Crew noticed everything when it came to me, and he definitely didn’t miss the way my entire body went rigid.
The ropes fell to the ground, and he cursed creatively as he crossed the room and scooped me into his arms.
“I’m so sorry,” he breathed into my hair. “I didn’t even think.”
I shook my head. “It’s okay.”
“It’s not,” he said. “The last thing I ever want to do is hurt you.”
I smiled weakly as the way his words echoed my thoughts.
I pulled away far enough to look into his eyes. “Can’t you see, Crew? You’re not hurting me. Being in this town, being here , being with you—it’s healing me.”
And it was , especially being at his side. I didn’t have nightmares anymore, not since I’d exclusively started sleeping in his bed, even on the nights when he was on shift. Being surrounded by his things, by his scent, soothed me and allowed me to rest fully for the first time in years. This house, this roommate situation…it had all started out as temporary. Then somehow, I blinked, and now it felt like a home, a life, and forever with Crew.
On an exhale, most of the tension in his shoulders dissipated, and he pressed a soft kiss to my mouth. “Still, I could’ve been more sensitive.”
“You took me by surprise,” I agreed.
“We don’t have to,” he said quickly, trying to shift me out of his hold so he could take the ropes back where he’d found them.
My hand darted out of its own accord, keeping him in place. My thoughts raced a thousand miles a minute as I tried to make sense of what I was feeling.
“I’m not scared,” I told him. “Not of you. Never of you.”
“Okay…”
Maybe this was a chance to right some wrongs. I could think of no better person to guide me through that process than the man holding me, like I was his lifeline despite the memories he’d unintentionally dragged up for me.
God, I loved him.
A sobering thought, and one that should’ve terrified me, but all I felt was peace. Safety, comfort, unwavering support, and yeah, his love too. There was no way he didn’t love me right back, not if he felt even a fraction for me what I did for him.
I gnawed on my bottom lip, downcasting my gaze. But Crew wouldn’t let me hide, and my head tipped up a moment later thanks to the rough pad of his pointer finger under my chin. “Say it.”
I mustered all the bravery I could. “I think I’d like it. To replace that memory of pain with one of pleasure.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “I know you’ll take care of me.”
“Always. You are the most precious thing in my life.”
Then he let me go to retrieve the ropes.
Anticipation was a steady hum beneath my skin.
I was mesmerized by the way his hands moved as he unwound the lengths, how his forearms flexed, his tattoos on the left rippling like waves. The material didn’t appear to be rough or rigid; it looked soft, like it would gently caress my skin instead of biting into it.
Likely rope he’d purchased for exactly this purpose, and I couldn’t help but wonder how many other women he’d done this with.
So I asked.
Crew stilled his approach, staring down at me from the side of the bed.
“Two,” he answered honestly. “But it’s never mattered. Not like this does. Not like you .”
“Okay,” I murmured.
“Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
My man grinned. “Sit up and bend your knees.”
I did so, and he began coiling the rope around my body. Each pass against my skin had goosebumps pricking up all over. First, he crisscrossed it over my chest, under and above my boobs, around between them, then up over my shoulders and back around front, knotting it above my belly button. Two lengths of rope were left, and he lifted one, instructing me to place my hand next to my knee while he wound the rope from my shin and around my thigh, then looping my wrist before tying the end next to the knot at my stomach. Once he repeated the process on the other side, he stepped back to survey his work.
“How do they feel?”
I gave an experimental tug. In this position, any shift I made with my arms only widened my legs, and my wrists were locked in a position that made it uncomfortable to draw my knees together, awkwardly shifting my shoulders forward. The ropes themselves were soft and pliant, as I expected, and he’d wrapped them with enough tension to keep me in place and make it impossible to break free.
I was wholly at his mercy.
“Amazing,” I breathed, surprising myself .
Crew’s answering grin was wicked.
“Hold onto that thought.”
I had no idea what to expect from him now. He could have me any way he wanted, and I’d be unable to stop him. The thrill of having control completely taken away from me was heady and intoxicating.
Crew joined me on the bed, settling between my thighs and leaning over me, forcing my back down onto the bed.
“Think I’ll start here,” he murmured against my lips, then captured them in a savage kiss. He didn’t tease before diving his tongue into my mouth, exploring every hot inch, tangling with mine. I moaned into it, meeting him fervently, nipping at his lips. I hated not being able to run my fingers through his silky hair, and I strained my neck, desperate for more when he backed off. My bottom lip was trapped between his teeth, and he let it go with a growl, altering his course.
I threw myself back down with a huff of frustration.
“Relax, little phoenix,” Crew said as his mouth skated down my neck and over my collarbones. “I’m just getting started.”
With that, he licked a path down my sternum, along the edges of the ropes, and trailed his tongue over the tight peak of my breast. Swirling his tongue around it like I was a damn ice cream cone on a hot summer day, I arched into him, which only made him pull away.
“Oh yes, baby. You’re going to be a goddamn writhing mess by the time I’m done with you. That pussy will be fucking dripping, ruining my sheets.”
Leave it to this man to draw out every ounce of pleasure he could from simply playing with my nipples. The teasing licks turned to gentle nips of his sharp teeth, which morphed into those perfect lips closing around the aching bud and drawing it deep into the warmth of his mouth. My back bowed off the bed, and a rush of desire zapped straight to my clit.
After he’d repeated the same torturous process on the other side, I was going insane, and he hadn’t even made it below my belly button yet. A sheen of sweat covered my body, the ache between my thighs unbearable.
“Crew,” I whimpered.
His only response was a dark chuckle.
Fuck, this man was going to ruin me.
And I’d happily beg for more.
He ran his mouth over every inch of flesh on my stomach exposed by the ropes, arcing closer and closer to my throbbing core. Dipping his tongue into my belly button, licking a trail across my bikini line, nibbling on my hip bones. All of it carefully designed to drive me mad in the best possible way.
At last, he flattened to his stomach, his face level with my pussy as he settled those broad palms on my soft inner thighs and pressed my legs wider.
Crew exhaled, blowing a stream of cool air right across my soaked pussy, and my legs quivered. I was so keyed up from unspent pleasure that him simply swiping a finger against my entrance to collect my desire damn near set me off. I watched through heavily-lidded eyes as he sucked it into his mouth and sighed, like my taste was exactly the thing he’d been craving for so long.
“Fucking delicious.”
I thought that would be the moment he’d take pity on me and fuck me with his tongue and fingers—but I was wrong.
Instead, he leaned in close to my clit, only to veer off course at the last second and lick paths up the creases of my thighs, right next to my lips. A growl of frustration left me, my chest heaving madly and pulse thrumming erratically. I was so turned on, I thought I might burst out of my skin at any moment, and I was liable to come the second Crew touched me with any kind of intent. A glorious, beautiful torture.
“You okay?” he asked as if sensing the direction of my thoughts .
“No.”
Crew only laughed. “You wanna come, little phoenix?”
“ Please .”
“Well, since you asked so nicely…”
Finally, he sealed his lips around my clit and sucked it into his mouth, and as his tongue flitted against my nub, I detonated.
With my arms banded to my legs, my body folded the way Crew wanted me, I could do nothing as I broke apart but pull futilely at my restraints, shaking and screaming as the pleasure flowed and ebbed, slamming into me over and over and over. My vision danced with stars, and I squeezed my eyes shut against the onslaught until Crew decided I’d had enough and freed my clit.
I collapsed, limp, breath sawing in and out.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “Think you could give me one more?”
“No,” I whined.
He ignored me, starting his ministrations over before I had a chance to fully collect myself, this time with glancing licks of my clit, fingers only inserted to a single knuckle and pumped too slowly to drive my pleasure higher. I swiveled my hips against every intrusion, desperate for more, but he always backed away. The man was a sexual sadist, taking immense pleasure from the pain of denying me orgasms over and over and over.
I neared the end of my rope when he unceremoniously thrust three fingers inside me and curled them against that spot that drove me fucking mad.
When I came, my vision going entirely dark, my brain going blissfully empty as he took me apart. I screamed, my words unintelligible. All I could do was ride out the storm that had my body thrashing in the center of Crew’s bed.
By the time I stilled, I was aware Crew had begun the process of taking the ropes off me, and I was far too limp and sated to help. With each inch he removed, his lips found my flesh, running over the marks they’d left, soothing me. My skin was damp, my hair had fallen in my eyes, and my entire body felt boneless.
Crew’s face entered my vision, and I gave him a smile that wobbled at the edges.
“You good?” he asked, brushing my hair back and pressing kisses to my forehead and cheeks.
“I’m fucking great,” I replied hoarsely.
His cock bobbed against my thigh, hard as granite, the tip weeping. “Think you can take this?”
Wordlessly, I lifted my arms and wrapped them around his shoulders followed by my legs around his waist. My entire body trembled in the same way it did after a particularly strenuous workout, but I wanted that connected to him. Needed to draw him into my body and make sure he found his pleasure too.
I nipped at his ear. “I can always take your cock, hotshot.”
Crew laughed softly as he gently pressed into me, slowly rocking in and out. In short strokes, he had me clawing at his back, urging him faster, begging him to drive us both off that cliff into oblivion.
And my man gave me exactly what I wanted.
I was once again weightless, floating on a cloud somewhere in the sky, lost in pure euphoria.