Chapter 44
Asinister smile spreads across his face as his hands move down to the hem of my dress. Crew maintains intense eye contact as he slowly lifts my dress. His hands grip my hips, and he gazes at the small black fabric barely covering my pussy.
“Remember how much I care for you, blood slinger,” Crew says. “Because I’m about to torture you like I don’t.”
I smile, “Hate you.”
“Loathe you too,” Crew rasps.
Crew drops to his knees, using his teeth to slowly slide my underwear down. He wastes no time tucking them into his jeans pocket before moving his head back between my thighs.
I take in a sharp breath as his dark wings unfold around us before he tosses one of my legs over his shoulders. The bass from the club rattles the wall against my back, and I run my fingers through his hair.
Crew kisses each side of my thighs before he wraps his arm around my ass, pulling me against his face. He looks up and grins as he slowly slides two fingers deep inside of me, watching me go wild. I gasp, tilting my head back, and he begins to pump them in and out.
“I want to hear you scream, little angel.”
He leans his face closer to me, his tongue making a full sweep, causing a loud moan to escape my lips as his tongue and fingers work in harmony.
I can’t help but press my hands against the wall as I ride his face, grinding my hips against him, craving more.
The combination of Crew’s mouth on me with the rattling bass adds extra vibration, nearly bringing me to climax within seconds.
Another shock moves through me as he teases my clit, flicking his tongue against it and changing the rhythm of his movements, never allowing me to know what’s coming next. Crew nips at me, sending another shock of pleasure, and my legs begin to tremble.
“Already close, Mara?” he whispers against me. “Let’s play a game.”
He tightens his arms around me, holding me steady, aware that I’m already close to coming undone. The build begins in my legs and travels up to my core as another surge of pleasure has me panting for air. Crew’s tongue pushes inside me, and I nearly cry out in pleasure.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I rasp, and I dig my hands into his hair again. “Don’t stop.”
Just as the orgasm is about to slam into my chest, he stops, lowering my trembling leg and rising slowly. I snap my gaze to him, feeling anger replacing the pleasure, and he laughs, proud of torturing me. He uses his thumb to wipe his bottom lip, and his eyes darken.
He presses his lips to mine. “Next time, don't tease me and expect me not to tease back.”
Crew’s mouth stays on mine while his fingers move back inside me. The same pleasure begins to build once more as he hooks me with three fingers. His thumb begins to trace small circles around my clit, and I moan into his mouth.
Crew pulls his mouth away and wraps his hand tightly around my throat, keeping me pressed against the wall.
He watches intensely as my eyes roll back, and I grind my hips against his hand.
The orgasm I’m desperate for builds in my core once more, and I grab onto his shirt, nearly tearing the fabric.
“So close to soaking my fucking fingers, aren’t you?
I lower my hips, making him go deeper into me, and my chest heaves. Crew slides his fingers out of me, stopping the building pleasure once again, and I begin to pant from the sudden emptiness. He licks his fingers and smiles.
“I told you, not yet. I’m not done playing with you, little tease.”
I gasp for breath. “You are… killing me.”
Crew smiles and slowly begins to unbutton and unzip his pants. My mouth waters as I watch him pull out his dick. My hands lower, wrapping around his length, and he groans, sending a pulse of excitement straight between my thighs.
Crew’s fingers dive back into my wetness, and I gasp as he pumps for a second before removing them to soak his cock. He stares into my eyes, lifting my leg around his waist, and thrusts his dick into me, slamming me hard against the wall. I take him fully, feeling his size stretch me wide.
“This is what drives me wild, Mara.”
He thrusts.
“This cunt.”
Crew thrusts again.
“You wrapped so perfectly around my fucking cock.”
Stars dance in my vision as he slams his hips against mine. Crew’s lips travel to my neck, my shoulder, then back up before he kisses me fiercely. My nails claw into his back, and he moans deeply into my mouth.
Crew lifts my other leg, pinning me, and I hold onto him as he thrusts into me repeatedly, slamming my back against the wall. His hands travel up my dress, lifting it as far as it will go to cup my breasts, squeezing firmly.
The bond screams between us, adding to the pleasure we both feel, and a desperation intensifies every ounce of the desire building in my throbbing core. The music continues to travel around us, and the flashing lights from the main room cast flickering shadows as we move together.
“Harder,” I beg, feeling my orgasm building. “Fuck me harder, Crew.”
Crew doesn’t respond as he pauses and drops my legs, suddenly pulling his dick out of me.
“Do you want to come, little angel?” He leans forward, placing both hands on each side of my head.
Before I can speak, he spins me, pinning my chest against the wall.
My cheek presses against the concrete, and my eyes close, utterly powerless to my desires.
His hands travel all over my body, landing on my ass as he slaps it with force, sending pain down my legs.
Crew’s chest presses against my back, and his mouth moves near my ear.
“Have you had enough?” Crew’s hand travels between my legs, and my body nearly buckles as I gasp.
He steps back, allowing me space to bend over, and I lazily obey. Another zap of pain moves down my legs as he spanks my ass again, then places both hands on my shoulders. Crew torturously slides his dick back into me and pauses when he can’t go any farther.
“I fucking asked if you had had enough, little tease?”
I shake my head, gasping, and he slides his dick out of me.
“Because I can keep going.”
My hands brace myself against the wall as he drives his cock into me with force, making a near scream leave my lips. His hands grip onto my sides, likely bruising from his strength, and I can’t stand it. I need to come.
“No,” I cry. “Please.”
Crew wraps his hand around me and presses a finger against my clit. I’m already seconds away from losing control from the continuous torture, and he knows that.
“Then come for me, Mara,” he snarls, leaning his chest against my back. “Now.”
Another hard thrust, and I scream as the orgasm slams into my chest, harder than the bass rattling around us.
A bright light explodes into my body as I grip the wall.
Crew doesn’t stop this time, knowing exactly what’s flowing through me in this moment.
He thrusts harder and wilder, slamming his dick into me, and I nearly sob from the ecstasy I feel.
I feel amazing as he continuously plunges his dick into me, and my legs nearly give out with every gasp, but he holds me still, letting the orgasm drive me insane.
With a final thrust, Crew grabs me tighter as he comes deep inside me.
A demonic groan echoes around us, and I reach a hand behind me to keep his hips against mine.
He continues to pump as his climax slams into his chest, and the bond screams in pleasure between us.
My arms tire, but I keep them steady, using one to keep me braced against the wall.
His thrusts slow, and he slides his dick out of me, his breaths wild and ragged.
I move to stand, but he presses my head to remain bent over as he kneels behind me.
“Do not move,” he rasps against my pussy. “I didn’t say I was done fucking you.”
Oh… my god.
His tongue licks the entire length of me before he begins to fuck me with it. I can feel his breath against the back of me, and I claw against the wall, the sensitivity nearly making my legs buckle. Crew groans as he drinks up everything, desperate for more of me.
“You taste absolutely delicious,” he groans. “Especially with us both dripping out of your cunt.”
He holds me steady, gripping onto my hips and using his arms to grind my pussy against him.
I can feel every emotion Crew feels enter my chest, and the pleasure takes my breath away.
As much as I’m enjoying this, he is even more.
He moves his face away from me for a second, inserting two fingers to hook them into me.
A moan escapes my throat, and my body starts to tremble against him. The sensation is overwhelming. His opposite hand moves toward my shoulder blade, where my wings unfold. He slowly traces his rough finger along my skin, and my entire body shudders.
“You can do it,” he coaches. “Come for me again.”
His fingers are replaced with his tongue, and the orgasm hits me harder than before, making the air whoosh from my lungs. My legs tremble, and he moves his face even closer to me as his tongue laps up every ounce of both of us. My nails dig into the concrete, and his fingers dig into my thighs.
I can’t breathe—I can’t think—as his tongue leaves me. I feel him rise behind me, and another shock moves through me as he slaps my ass before grabbing onto it. I slowly use the wall to stand, and he turns me around, pressing my back against the hard surface, kissing me deeply.
I can’t form words at this moment. All I can do is attempt to steady my racing heart. Crew pulls back and reaches into his pocket, pulling out my underwear.
“Next time, leave these at home,” he says, hesitantly extending his hand holding the small, crumpled fabric. “It will be much easier for me to fuck you without them.”
“God, Crew,” is all I manage to get out.
I slowly pull them back over my throbbing core, and Crew zips and buttons his pants. He folds in his wings, blending in with the crowd of people on the other side of the curtains, and smooths out his T-shirt.
“I think we deserve a drink,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward the curtains.