39. thirty-seven
thirty-seven
. . .
ASPEN
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” Birdie asked when Crew and I trudged up the front steps a half hour later.
“We’re moving in,” he said.
Her brow creased. “For how long? And why?”
“To be determined. My house was just broken into, and we need a safe place to land for a while.”
Birdie’s mouth opened and closed a few times while she grappled with what to say. Ultimately, she snapped it shut and ushered us inside.
“I don’t need to tell you where to go,” she told her son as we stood in the foyer, my hands empty because Crew insisted on carrying all of our stuff. “And I suppose you’ll be sharing a room.”
“Yep,” Crew said cheerfully as he started for the stairs, and I trailed after him.
The old farmhouse was sizable, and my eyes drank in every little detail as we made our way through the living quarters. This was the first time I’d been up here, and I was awed by how spacious it all felt.
“My parents added on once they started having more kids than there were bedrooms,” Crew said. “Even so, growing up, we all shared rooms, except Aria. I bunked with Lane until he’d gone off to college.” He jerked his chin at another set of stairs leading up to a third level, and I followed him up. “This is it.”
I blinked in surprise, excepting some sort of teenage boy special, a time capsule maintained as an ode to the children Crew and his brothers had once been, but the room was immaculate. There was a king-sized bed topped with a plush white comforter and mountain of pillows. Gauzy curtains bracketed the windows, and an antique dresser was pushed up against one wall. Two night stands rested on either side of the bed.
“It’s gorgeous,” I breathed, then narrowed my eyes at Crew. “Did your mom help you decorate your house?”
He snorted as he dropped our bags near a door in the corner, which I assumed was a closet. “Of course she did. You should’ve seen this place ten years ago. There used to be two full beds in here. We each had a dresser, but shared the closet, which usually led to arguments when one of us would take up more space than the other.
“Sounds…cozy,” I smirked.
“Once Lane left for college, I had the whole place to myself. I started using his bed as a catchall for laundry I didn’t feel like folding, filled his dresser with all my drug paraphernalia, and snuck out to parties through the window.”
He moved over to it and I joined him, peering outside at the gentle slope of the roof and the tree beyond. The branches were spaced perfectly for easy climbing.
“You little rascal.”
“That’s actually my horse’s name,” Crew chuckled.
I wrapped my arms around him and tucked my hands into his back pockets, giving his ass a squeeze. “Appropriate,” I murmured, rising onto my tiptoes to press my mouth to the column of his throat, working my way upward until he bent to greet me. “Tell me, hotshot. How many girls have you had in this room?”
Skating his hand along my neck and notching his thumb under my chin, he tilted my head backward until I met that crystal blue gaze. “None.”
Blinking in surprise, I fisted my hands in his shirt, drawing him closer until his pelvis pressed into me, the thick length of his cock digging into my stomach through his jeans. “Not a single one?” I questioned.
“I didn’t get my rocks off in this house, Aspen. I found my pleasure elsewhere, usually in some corner at a party, both of us high out of our minds.”
I didn’t like the image that painted in my mind, and I darted my eyes away lest he saw the jealousy surely taking over my expression.
“Hey, no,” he said, forcing my attention back to him. “I was a dumb kid, and that was a long time ago.” His free hand came to rest over my heart, which tripped and sped under his touch. “You’re all I want now. Forever, if you’ll have me.”
The flare of envy died in a flash, replaced by passion, desire, and security. I believed every word he said because he continued to show me how much he meant them, day in and day out. Like my life, I trusted him with my equally fragile and precious heart.
“I’ll take it under advisement,” I murmured a moment before he crashed his mouth to mine.
“What do you say, little phoenix? You going to let me fuck you under my mama’s roof?” he asked against my mouth. His roving hands slipped down my sides, grabbing healthy handfuls of my ass. In a beat, I was off my feet, my legs winding around his waist in a move that was now second nature. Instead of taking me to the bed, though, he perched me on the edge of the dresser.
“Yes, please,” I whispered, my breath stolen by the way he looked at me.
There was such reverence there, in his eyes and in his gentle touch as he reached for the button of my jeans, flipping it open and drawing down the fly. I leveraged myself up when he gripped the waistband, dragging them and my panties over my hips and thighs, peeling them off and discarding them behind him.
“Can you be quiet?”
“I–I can try,” I stuttered as his thumb brushed through my slit, making my thighs quake.
“Goddamnit, woman. How are you always so fucking wet for me?” he asked as he sucked his finger into his mouth.
“Take a look in the mirror, hotshot. You’ll figure it out.”
Crew grinned, that panty-melting smile a prime fucking example of why I was a horny mess around him at all times.
“I think there’s more to it than that.” His caress moved north from my thigh to my neck, pressure from his fingers against the sides of my windpipe eliciting a desperate gasp from me. “I think, for the first time in your life, you feel safe. In the bedroom, out of it. Mind, body, soul. It all fucking belongs to me, Aspen, and you know I’ll take care of you like my life depends on it— because it does .”
The thumb of his free hand toyed with my clit, glancing strokes against the nub as his palm remained against my neck.
“Now be a good girl and stay quiet while I fuck your perfect cunt with my fingers.”
All I could do was nod. I was beyond words anyway. The pleasure this man brought me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, like something about his touch altered me on a chemical level to heighten everything he did. The gentle petting of my clit turned to insistent pressure as he slid two of those thick fingers into my pussy, and I threw my head back, ignoring the pain as it collided with the wall, my back arching, hips angling him deeper.
“God, Aspen. The way your cunt takes me. Fucking perfect. Take your shirt off, baby. Let me see those tits. ”
I fumbled with the hem, awkwardly wrenching it from my body and adding it to the growing pile on the floor. I hadn’t bothered with a bra, and my eyes popped open to watch Crew’s darken to that stormy sea blue I loved so much. I’d always been self-conscious about my boobs—until Crew. Now, I knew my body was perfect, because it was perfect for him . Thanks to him, I no longer flinched at the sight or feel of my burn marks, the shiny skin that was still pink and would take years to fully turn the white of old scars. Crew loved me, and I knew he would until we were old and grey.
A grumble emanated from his chest, the pressure on my throat increasing slightly.
“You have no idea how perfect you are,” he murmured, leaning close to draw the lobe of my ear, lined with golden studs of various shapes and sizes, between his teeth.
The amalgamation of sensations was nearly too much to stand. My tight nipples brushing against the fabric of his cotton tee. My slightly restricted airway making me lightheaded. The erogenous zone he’d unlocked playing with my ear. And of course, the fingers in my pussy. I was a ball of unspent desire, gasping little whimpers leaving me as I wordlessly begged Crew for more, my hips swiveling against his palm, searching for friction on my clit.
“Needy little slut,” he chuckled, pressing a rough kiss to my cheek.
“Please,” I hissed.
“Damn do I love when you beg.”
He rewarded me with a third finger, stretching me almost uncomfortably. Despite all the times we’d fucked in the last month, it still took me a moment to adjust to his size—fingers and cock alike. But the sting quickly soothed to a wave of thigh-quaking ecstasy as he curled those fingers against the perfect spot and pressed his palm harder to my clit. I began to rock back and forth on the dresser, neither of us giving a fuck as it thumped metronomically into the wall as I sought my release.
My orgasm coiled tighter and tighter in my core, lightning sparking under my skin. Pulse racing, breathing erratic, heart rate climbing. Every muscle in my body clenched in preparation, but I held on, even as Crew’s fingers sped up, driving me higher and higher.
“Let go,” he demanded. “ Let-fucking-go , Aspen.”
I shattered.
Crew’s hands left me in an instant as he dropped to his knees in time for me to squirt all over his face. I white-knuckled the edges of the dresser as I spasmed, gasping for air, anchoring myself to this reality while I lost myself in the pure bliss he’d driven me to.
Through heavily lidded eyes, my vision hazy from the force of my climax, I watched him between my thighs, mouth open, catching my cum on his tongue, his cheeks and chin glistening. At last, the aftershocks ceased, and I sagged, chest heaving.
“Jesus Christ,” I breathed.
“That was certainly a religious experience,” he agreed, swiping a hand over his face. “I feel like you just baptized me.”
I choked on a laugh, and he gathered me into his arms, carrying me to the bed.
He tried to move away, but I locked my arms and legs around him like a monkey, keeping him with me.
“I need you.”
“You’ve got me, baby. Think I better show you how much I love you after I finger fucked you like you’re my personal little slut.”
“I liked it,” I promised. “And I know you love me.”
He disentangled himself from my hold and moved to where he’d dropped our bags earlier, rifling through his duffel and coming back to me.
“That was me fucking you to remind you your body belongs me to Aspen. Now let me make love to you to remind us both your heart does too.”
“As long as yours is mine.”
“ All of it is yours. The very breath in my lungs, the heartbeat in my chest, the blood in my veins. Every single piece of me belongs to you now.”
“I love you too,” I grinned. “Now tell me what’s in your hand.”
He uncurled his fingers, revealing a bright purple ring, another nestled inside it, with a little tube on one side, a small cylinder peeking out either end. There was also a separate device that looked like a button. “How do you feel about trying a cock ring?”
“Yes please,” I said eagerly. I’d never seen one in person, but I understood the purpose. The pressure around his cock would make him last longer, and the little cylinder on the one side would vibrate against his shaft and hit my clit with each inward thrust.
Crew quickly shed his clothes, and every single time I saw him naked was like the first time. I’d never tire of the perfection of his body, nor would the surreality that he was all mine ever wear off.
“You’re drooling,” he teased, swiping a broad thumb against my bottom lip. I nipped at it, and he pulled back. I watched raptly as he fit the ring around himself, the smaller ring nestled at the base of his dick while the larger one wrapped his balls. He pressed the button atop the remote, and a faint buzz filled the air between us. Crew sucked in a breath, clenching his teeth.
“Goddamnit, that feels good.”
Reaching for him, I wrapped a hand around his length, a tingling sensation shooting up my arm. I tugged him forward until the head bumped my entrance, toes curling in anticipation as the vibration lit up my pussy, still sensitive from my previous orgasm .
With aching slowness, Crew pushed inside, filling me so completely there was nothing but him. His forehead dropped to mine, both of us swearing and huffing out laughs.
“I love you,” he murmured as he retreated all the way to the tip before thrusting back in.
My hands cupped his face, eyes wide open and locked on his. “And I love you.”
Crew’s pace was unhurried, languidly rocking us together, and I relished it. The duality of this man, calling me a needy little slut one minute then making sweet love to me the next. The connection I felt to him only grew stronger with each delicious glide of his cock in and out of my sex. I arched to meet him, the vibrator of the ring trapped between us each time we came together, delivering luscious waves of pleasure to my clit.
But I needed more.
I let Crew’s face go to bring my hands to his back, scraping my nails down his muscles, softly and first but with increasing pressure.
“Fuck me like you mean it, hotshot,” I begged, sinking my fingertips into his ass and holding him to me when he bottomed out inside, swiveling my hips against the little bullet, gasping when goosebumps broke out across my skin.
“Hold on,” he warned a moment before he withdrew and slammed home. I anchored myself to his shoulders, hooking my heels together at the base of his spine.
Crew was relentless as he took me over and over, our bodies coated in sweat, writhing together atop the once-pristine comforter of the bed. He rocked back onto his knees and pushed on my thighs, holding me down and wide open and he pounded into me, the bullet slapping against my clit in time to his rapid thrusts. Sweet and slow Crew was wonderful, but unhinged, reckless Crew was a goddamn sight to behold. That curled lock of hair falling over his forehead, every single muscle in his body straining, bunching and flexing as he drove us both to the edge. His sexy moans increased in volume to match mine as I clamped tighter and tighter around him.
I blinked, and I was flying, breaking into a thousand tiny pieces that floated above my corporeal body. Crew roared his own release, his hips stuttering as he spurted inside, prolonging the aftershocks rolling endlessly through me.
At last, I came back to myself, Crew’s face hovering over mine, my favorite sexy, sated grin on his face as he bent to kiss me. I met him weakly, my limbs wrung out and limp.
After a beat, he withdrew from me and got off the bed, pausing to power off and remove the cock ring before walking to the closet and returning a moment later with a dry washcloth. Gently, he cleaned me up, then reclined beside me, fingertips drawing patterns on my stomach.
“You okay?”
“Better than,” I promised.
“Good.”
Lifting my head, our lips met softly. I tilted my face to deepen it, apparently ready for round two—or was it three?—but a knock came at the door.
“If you’re hungry, you better come eat before the ranch hands get here!” Birdie shouted through.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, covering my face as my cheeks heated. “Do you think she…?”
Crew shrugged, unperturbed by the idea that his mom had heard us having sex. “Does it matter?”
“I suppose not,” I giggled as I pulled away from him.
Crew caught me and gave me a final, hard kiss. A promise of all the things he still wanted to do to me.
Then we quickly got dressed and freshened up before heading downstairs for lunch.