Chapter Seventeen – Crew
Bailey’s mouth finds mine again, softer this time, like a promise instead of a challenge. I kiss her back, my hands sliding up her spine, feeling each notch and curve through the fabric, mapping her like a route home.
She shifts in my lap, and I suck in a sharp breath. Her smile turns a little wicked, a little shy. “Still sure you want to take it slow, Wright?”
I let out a strangled laugh. “Define ‘slow’.”
She leans in, lips brushing my ear. “We’ve been slow for years.”
The truth of that rolls through me, heavy and undeniable.
I turn my head, nuzzling into the curve of her neck, breathing her in. Vanilla and paper and something uniquely Bailey.
“Okay,” I murmur against her skin. “Then maybe tonight we can… speed up a little.”
Her breath stutters. “Good,” she whispers. “Because if I have to stare at your mouth for one more second and not taste you, I might actually combust.”
“I’m a professional,” I say, voice rough. “I can handle a little heat.”
She snorts, then dissolves into a gasp as I trail slow, reverent kisses along the line of her jaw.
Her hands fist in the back of my shirt. She rocks against me, and every nerve ending I have lights up.
I pull back just enough to look at her. “Bailey, tell me what you want.”
Her eyes hold mine, steady and sure, even as her cheeks flush. “I want you,” she says. “All of you. No half-measures. No pretending we’re not already in this up to our eyeballs.”
My throat goes tight. “Okay.”
I stand, hands firm on her hips, lifting her with me like she weighs nothing. She lets out a surprised laugh and wraps her legs around my waist, arms looping around my shoulders.
“You could’ve just asked me to move,” she says, breathless.
“Where’s the fun in that?” I murmur, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek.
She laughs again, the sound bright and disbelieving, like she can’t quite believe this is happening. Like I can’t either.
The fairy lights cast soft, warm halos on the walls as I carry her the few steps toward the bedroom alcove. It’s more of a nook than a room—a double bed pushed against the far wall, a quilt in muted blues and greens, a stack of books on the nightstand threatening to avalanche.
I pause at the threshold, heartbeat loud in my ears. “Last chance to kick me back to the couch,” I say, voice low. “Tell me to stop, and I’ll sleep out there, no questions asked.”
She cups my face again, thumb brushing the faint line of a scar at my chin from a tackle gone wrong years ago. “I’m not going to change my mind in the next five steps,” she says softly. “If I do, I’ll tell you. I promise.”
“Okay,” I whisper. “Okay.”
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I add as I reach forward and unsnap the button on her pants. The zipper quickly followed, its clicking noise meshing with our heavy breaths.
I watch the goose bumps grow on her arms as I kneel and slip her legs free of the pants. I smirk at her sudden gasp as I lean forward, grabbing the globes of her ass in each of my large palms, and press my lips against her thighs.
My hands trail higher as I stand, taking in every inch of her soft skin, as they grip the hem of her shirt and lift it over her head.
“Your turn,” Bailey mumbles as she reaches for the hook of her bra.
I waste no time ripping my shirt over my head and sliding my pants down my legs, shucking them somewhere in the room.
“You’re like…perfect. It’s really not fair.”
“You know what else isn’t fair?” I ask as she slips out of her panties. I reach my arm around her waist and tug her naked body against mine. “Having you here like this and having to practice some sort of self-control.”
“Maybe you could lose it, just for a little bit,” she whispers as her small hand wraps around my cock.
By the time we hit the mattress, the storm has become a dull roar in the background, like the ocean is trying to climb the cliffs and eavesdrop.
Bailey lies beneath me, hair fanned out on the pillow like spilled ink, eyes wide and dark and so damn open it makes my chest ache.
“Hey,” I murmur, brushing a thumb over her cheekbone.
“Hey,” she echoes, a tiny smile curving her lips. “You okay?”
“Pretty sure I’m better than okay,” I say. “But, you know, jury’s still out until the fourth quarter.”
She snorts. “Are you really making sports metaphors right now?”
“It’s how I cope with nerves,” I confess.
“You’re nervous?” Her brows lift in soft surprise.
“I’m about to sleep with the girl I’ve been in love with since she spilled coffee all over my playbook in high school,” I say bluntly. “Yeah, I’m nervous.”
Something in her gaze softens, melts. “You were in love with me?” she whispers.
“Past tense?” I counter.
Her breath catches. “Crew…”
“I was an idiot,” I go on because if I stop now, I might not start again. “I had no idea what to do with it. I didn’t want to screw up your life, or mine, or my brother’s, or—”
She presses a finger gently to my lips. “Hey,” she murmurs. “We can unpack the tragedy of our teenage communication skills later, okay? Right now, I just… I want to be here. With you. All the way here.”
My chest feels too small for my heart. I turn my head, kissing her fingertip. “All right,” I say, the word a promise.
Her hands slide up my arms, over my shoulders, grounding me. “Stay with me,” she whispers. “In your head. Don’t go replay old tapes while you’re touching me.”
“I won’t,” I say. “I’m right here.”
Bailey wiggles closer and presses her mouth against mine again, only this time she slips her tongue between my lips.
She groans as I shift my hips against her stomach.
My hands grip her ass, my fingers digging into the flesh, as she continues to explore my mouth.
I rock against her twice, then use more strength than I could ever muster to pull myself back.
She makes her way down my body until her face aligns with my cock. Her tongue reaches out tentatively and licks the head of my dick. My hands fist the quilt on her bed as it takes all my willpower not to grip her hair and fuck her mouth.
Bailey must sense my need as she uses one hand to grip the base of my cock and uses her lips and tongue to make wet paths along the shaft. She watches me as her lips open toward my tip. My cock is barely going to fit, but I don’t give a damn. I want to claim her mouth.
“Open your mouth wider, sweetheart.”
She not only widens her mouth just a bit, but her pale thighs part just enough for her to slip her free hand between her legs.
“Ah, fuck. That’s it. Touch yourself. Make yourself feel good.”
Her whimpers of pleasure synchronize with my moans as my dick reaches the back of her throat. From the corner of my eye, I watch her hand move in quick circles as she rubs her clit.
When my balls tighten up, that little vixen uses her free hand to cup them, squeezing just enough to sting.
“Coming!” I growled before I could release myself into her mouth. But Bailey surprises me as she swallows every ounce that lands in her mouth. There’s a small dribble that she swipes with her tongue, sighing as she does.
Bailey sits back on her heels, her clit-rubbing hand now resting gently on her thigh. Her lips are red and well used, and she smiles, pleased with herself.
Sitting up, I grip her ass, lifting her into the air and against me. God, she’s so fucking small. Her legs immediately wrap around my waist. The heat of her exposed pussy enfolds around my cock. Even though it’d been thoroughly used, it jerks to life.
I ignore my erection for a moment, kissing Bailey instead.
I’m growing addicted to her mouth. I’m hooked on her tongue and the way it dances against mine.
It’s simply the way she fits against me.
I’m absolutely certain that when I slide my cock into her tight channel, I’m going to be addicted to her pussy.
“Take what you want. Ride my cock.”
Twice, the tip of my cock almost slides inside her tight sheath, and I know we’d regret it in the morning if I let us keep going without protection.
“Condom?” I ask through gritted teeth, though I can’t help imagining what it would be like to feel her without anything between us. But neither of us is ready for that level of commitment yet.
“What?” Bailey questions as if entranced by her own pleasure.
“Condom? Do we need one?”
“I… um…” She licks her lips, lids heavy with lust.
“Let me take care of this, sweetheart.”
She groans as I lift her off my lap and set her on the bed next to me.
I look around the room to find my pants and quickly make my way to the material, grabbing my wallet where I’d stashed a couple of condoms for emergencies.
Glancing at the expiration, I sigh, realizing it's a week away, then tear the foil with my teeth. My cock is overly sensitive as I slide the latex down my erection. As much as I want to watch Bailey bounce up and down on my dick, I’m not sure I can withstand it at the moment.
I’m likely to blow my second round too soon as it is.
“Lie back, beautiful,” I tell her as I move to the bed and lie on my side. Everything before had been hot and heavy, but I want to remember this moment with her.
I reach out to stroke Bailey’s hair, tucking the wild wisps away from her face. She’s relaxed, and her eyes blink slowly as she turns her face toward me.
“Crew?”
“Hmm?”
“I’d really like you to fuck me now.”
Smirking, I move between her legs, keeping my cock just a few inches from her sex. My hands are on either side of her head as I hold my body above hers.
“Are you sure?” I ask her, rocking my hips forward, sliding my erection against her pussy.
“One-hundred thousand percent.”
“How does my girl want it?” I ask as I shift my weight onto my good arm. My eager hand craves the feel of the heat pulsating between her legs. She writhes under my touch.
“I just want to feel you,” she groans, and her legs try to pull me tight against her body. “I need to feel you.”