Chapter 33 #2
I spread my legs, slowly trailing my fingertips across my burning skin, exposing everything to him, and I smile as his chest heaves.
I lean back against the loveseat and slide one finger into my core.
My head tilts back at my touch, and I grasp my breast with the other hand, biting my lip as a gasp escapes my lips.
I add another finger, and a slow moan leaves my mouth.
“I’m convinced you are trying to kill me,” Crew mumbles.
He watches intently, kneeling before me as I pump my fingers in and out of my pussy, taking a break every now and then to tease myself further by rubbing my clit.
“I want you to fuck me, Crew,” I moan, arching my back.
Crew lets out a heavy exhale.
“With your tongue.”
“Fucking Christ,” he responds.
“Taste how irresistible I am.”
A low rumble vibrates his chest, and I feel his hands dig into my upper thighs as he spreads me open farther. “Then move so I can lick every inch of your goddamn body.”
I smile, remove my fingers, and go to place both hands on the couch next to me. He slaps one hand around my wrist and places my two fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. I watch him, growing wetter by the second.
Crew drops my hand and wastes no time leaning forward, wrapping his arms around my legs and placing them on his shoulders.
He pulls me closer to his face, and before I have time to breathe, his tongue begins to devour me.
I reach for his head and run my fingers through his hair, enjoying the feeling of the Heir of the Jade Order kneeling between my legs.
I tighten my grip, pulling his face even closer to my pussy, and he works in perfect unison with my needs.
Crew licks my center, using delicate flicks of his tongue to drive me wild. A moan echoes through the room, and I remove my hands to grip the cushions beneath me.
“Fuck,” I moan, as his tongue pumps in and out of me.
I hear a muffled groan escape his lips as he savors me. His hand moves to my lower stomach, and he presses down to keep me in place, all while his thumb begins to rub small circles over my clit, creating a throbbing need that fills me to the brim.
Another whimper escapes my mouth, and I grind my hips against his face for more friction. His hand lowers, his mouth wraps around my clit, and I gasp when three fingers plunge inside, touching the deepest part of me. My legs tremble against the sides of his face, and he holds me firm.
“Bannermin,” I rasp. “Oh, my god.”
He pauses, and I snap my gaze to him in protest.
“I must not be doing enough if you are still using my last name, Mara.” He smirks, pushing his fingers into me slowly while keeping eye contact.
“You are doing just fine,” I manage to get out. “P… promise.”
Crew changes the pace as his mouth licks, sucks, and fucks me like he was made for this—made to pleasure only me.
His fingers remain deep inside, and I claw at the couch, trying to keep myself from coming undone.
Pleasure builds in my core, and I feel myself seconds away from coming all over his face.
He pulls back, smiling, aware that I’m close.
“Should I tease you, blood slinger?”
He licks me slowly, and my body convulses.
“Should I torment you now?”
“Don’t you dare,” I plead.
My legs shake against him, and he watches me as he slowly slides two fingers deep inside me.
“Lucky for you, I don’t feel like torturing you right now.” Crew slowly drags his fingers from my pussy. “But I know I’ll enjoy hearing your delicious screams.”
My body begins to shiver as he works, taking his time on each part of me that sends me closer to the edge with his tongue. His fingers drive into me, and just as I’m about to lose control, he pinches my clit, sending a wave of pain and pleasure through me.
I cry out in pleasure as my orgasm slams into my core, traveling through my body like a bright light of ecstasy.
His grip tightens around my legs as I ride the high of my orgasm, still vibrating from his touch.
His arms keep my hips from bucking against the couch, making me come harder than I ever have before.
My head falls back against the loveseat as I come down, my chest rising and falling rapidly. Crew lifts from between my legs, and I jolt when his thumb traces over my throbbing clit once more. He leans in, slamming his lips against mine, and I can taste myself on his mouth.
“Taste that, blood slinger?” he says. “That’s absolute perfection.”
He stands, never breaking his stare as he slides down his briefs. His bare body is on full display, and my mouth immediately waters. Before me is the most spectacular man I’ve ever seen. Crew steps forward, his gaze fixed on me as I come in line with his incredibly toned V-line and his dick.
I look up at him and smile as I lean forward, tracing my fingers along his length.
“Put my dick inside that pretty mouth, Mara. Now.”
Oh, god.
I’m done for.
I take my time, gently rubbing him up and down, smiling as I torment him for a second longer.
He growls, and I wrap my lips around his girth.
His hands become tangled in my hair. I slide my wet mouth from base to tip, taking in every bit of him.
I hear him groan, and I lift my gaze to see him watching me with lust in his eyes.
I move my head back and forth before sliding my hand up his leg to wrap it around his hard cock.
I work in tandem with my hand as I glide up and down his shaft, squeezing every so often to send a jolt through his body.
His hands tighten around my hair, and he pushes my head, making me take him even deeper than I thought I could.
I move my opposite hand to his balls and begin to squeeze them, driving him mad.
“Torture me, little angel,” he rasps. “Fuuuuuck.”
I glance up and see Crew tilt his head back in absolute pleasure, letting a wave of pride fill me.
His black wings stretch outward, and from my angle, it’s a sight to see.
I continue to move my mouth up and down his cock, and I swear I can feel it growing harder by the second between my lips.
I move my own hand between my thighs, desperate for any friction.
He gazes at me, already feral for more, and his hands tug my chin toward his face, even with his dick still in my mouth.
“I want you, more of you,” he says. “And I need to be deep inside your pussy right now.”
Crew steps back, and my swollen lips leave his cock, sending a nearly-painful ache between my legs. I look at him through my upper lids and wait for him to make the next move.
His hands move under my arms, and he spins to sit on the couch, pulling me into his lap. I hover over him, inches keeping us apart, and stare into his moonlit eyes.
“What do you want?” I whisper, moving my lips to his.
“Sit on my fucking cock, Mara,” he demands. “And fuck me. Right now.”
I smile, tracing my tongue over his lips, and lower my body, taking my time to slide his dick into me.
I move my chest forward and press my breasts against his face.
His size makes me gasp, but feeling this full of Crew nearly makes me come again.
A guttural groan leaves his mouth as we become one.
The bond screams in pleasure between us, and my veins throb with need for Crew.
Something between us shifts, and a desperation slams into my chest for more of this.
For Crew.
For us.
I move on his lap, back and forth, pumping his dick in and out of me. He grabs onto my hips, his fingers digging into my hot skin, pushing me faster each time. Crew nuzzles into the nape of my neck, kissing and licking as if he’s dying to consume every part of me that he can.
He moves from my neck to my chest and places one of my breasts into his mouth.
His tongue rolls around my hard nipples, and with each flick, I moan, tilting my head back.
I place my hands on his shoulders, pressing my breasts into his face, and cry out in desire as his hand moves from my hips to tease my clit.
A wave of pleasure slams into my chest, and I grind my hips against him. He moves upward, meeting me with his thrusts, and I feel myself unraveling.
Crew’s hands wrap around my waist, and he pushes me backward so fast that it takes my breath away. He lands on top of me on the floor. His body presses against mine, and I feel how deeply he pushes in, being the one in control.
“Do you like how this feels? My dick inside you?”
I lift my chin and moan, “Yes.”
He pumps harder.
“Do you want me to make you come again?”
Crew slams his hips against mine, and a pleasurable cry leaves my lips.
“Yes.”
“Tell me,” he groans into my mouth. “Fucking talk to me, Mara.”
I can’t think, I can’t breathe—all I want is another orgasm to crash into me.
“Yes,” I plead. “I want you. I need this.”
Crew pauses, staring into my eyes as the feeling drives me wild.
He takes his time, moving his gaze from mine, down my chest, to the middle of my thighs.
Crew watches his dick slide out of me, only to glide it back in slowly.
My body trembles from the feeling, and he slides out of me once more, holding just the tip of his dick inside me.
“I will make you sob,” his voice deepens. “I will make you fucking beg for this if I have to.”
His silver eyes find mine once more, and a wicked smile spreads across his lust-filled face. I attempt to shift forward, nearly sobbing from the feeling of insane need, but he holds himself suspended over me.
“Crew,” I whine.
His arms stay steady, and another whimper leaves my lips.
“P…please,” my back arches in pleasure and pain for him. “Make me come, Crew. All over your fucking dick.”
“That’s better,” he responds with a tease of his tip.
My body convulses for him, and I don’t hold back from the whine that leaves my lips. “Make. Me. Come. Now.”
“Good little angel.”