Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Lacey
When Crew’s mouth brushed against mine, it was as if everything clicked into place.
I never thought my life was missing something, but suddenly, Crew became something I didn’t know I needed.
I let him take the lead as he deepened the kiss and coaxed my mouth open with his tongue. It slipped inside and danced with my own, a tango of passion getting stronger and stronger.
One kiss turned into two, then three, and soon, we were full-blown making out, the taste of coffee and sweet apple cinnamon mixing and creating a flavor fusion I couldn’t get enough of.
When Crew broke the kiss, he reached up and placed his hands on either side of my face, his thumbs gently caressing my cheeks. “I knew you’d get greedy.” He growled low in his throat, and I squeezed my legs together, but my pussy throbbed more.
“That was all you,” I whispered before sucking my bottom lip in and popping it back out. All I thought about was kissing him again and what it would be like to feel his hands roam all over my skin.
“I can’t resist any longer.” Crew moved his hands downward, over my shoulders and along my arms. I shivered from his touch, though my skin burned like fire. “I want you, Lacey. In every dirty, delicious way possible.”
I answered him by climbing into his lap and kissing the shit out of him. It was go time. No more resisting. No more holding back.
Only pure, unfiltered lust.
Our hands explored as did our mouths, and when he slipped off my shirt and bra, his eyes went directly to my ample breasts. He cupped them in his hands and played with the nipples using his thumbs.
I moaned and ground my hips against him. I felt his large bulge beneath his jeans, and I wanted to unzip his pants and pull his dick out. I could already imagine the soft skin and wondered what he’d taste like.
Our kisses grew frantic as he pulled my pants off, and I unzipped his jeans. When I pulled him out of his pants and ran my fingers up and down the shaft, he groaned. “Fuck, Lacey. I can’t wait to be inside you.”
His words turned me on, and I stroked harder and faster. A drop of pre-cum came out from the head of his dick, and I used my thumb and rubbed it around in circles. Then I brought my finger to my mouth and licked the taste of him off my skin.
“Fuck, that’s hot.” Crew buried his face between my tits as his hands caressed my ass cheeks.
I pushed off him and moved lower until I was on my knees before him, the coffee table digging into my back. Using only my tongue first, I licked in circles around the head and all the way down the shaft and back up. Then I took his entire cock in my mouth and slowly began to suck. I swirled my tongue around the top, over and over, and back down the shaft.
Crew thrust his hips up and down and weaved his hands into my hair, where he held on to the back of my head. His head fell back, and he moaned loudly. “Shit, your mouth is fucking insane.”
I didn’t stop until he came, his hot cum pouring down my throat as I greedily drank every drop.
Before I could comprehend what was happening, Crew pulled me into his lap and slapped my ass. His hands gripped my waist, and he lifted me to my feet, my pussy now lined up with his mouth.
He wasted no time in spreading my lips apart with his tongue and finding my magic sweet spot. He latched onto my clit and sucked hard. A jolt of pleasure ran through me, unlike anything I’d felt before, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before my legs would shake and give out.
Crew kept up his licking and sucking like a pro, and my orgasm built higher and higher until it crashed over me like a tsunami.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” I repeated as the multiple orgasms ripped through me.
“Mmm, so tasty,” Crew said as he lapped up my juices. When he had his fill, he positioned me hovering above his dick, hard again already.
As he inched me lower and lower, my mind raced. Desire and lust coursed hot through my veins.
But then I suddenly remembered.
I wasn’t on birth control. And he didn’t have a condom on.
“Wait, Crew, I’m not on birth control.”
He paused. “Are you clean?”
I nodded. “You?”
“Yep. I wouldn’t care if you got pregnant today, Lacey. Since the moment I saw you, I knew you were special. But I’d understand if you weren’t ready.” Crew grabbed his jeans from beside him on the couch and pulled out his wallet, where he fished out a condom.
“Yeah, definitely not.” I watched as he unwrapped it and rolled it down the shaft of his cock.
Before I could even think to utter another word, he lifted me up and thrust me down, filling me to the brim. He stretched me out and filled me up in a way no man had ever done.
With his hands still gripping my waist, he moved me up and down as he thrust, and I matched his speed, grinding down hard on his pelvis. Up and down, over and over, faster and faster, until the only sound in the room was the slapping of our skin.
Crew caressed my ass as we moved together in harmony, our movements in sync with each other.
Moans, groans, and slaps filled the office space, and soon, my orgasm built again.
We kissed and kissed as we came together, and when we collapsed on the couch, our sweaty bodies wrapped around each other.
“Holy shit,” I panted.
“Holy shit,” Crew repeated.
“That was…something else.”
“I knew we’d be perfect together. Why do you think I insisted on helping?”
I laughed. “I must admit, you’re right this time.”
“What was that? Say it again, please.”
“You’re right!”
“About?”
“We’re perfect together!”
Crew grinned. “I knew you’d agree. Now put me out of my damn misery and tell me you’ll spend the rest of your life with me.”
I froze. He sounded more serious than his usual teasing, and when I lifted my head and locked eyes with him, I didn’t see a trace of laughter anywhere. “Don’t play with me like that, Crew.”
“I’m not playing, Lacey. I want you to be my wife.”