Chapter 7 Crew
CREW
“Good morning, Crew. Serena is in the office waiting for you,” Mary greets me on this Monday morning.
The phone is already ringing on her desk, and I’m later than usual when I walk through the office doors.
An aching cock will do that to you. It didn’t seem to matter how much I tried to ignore it, the damn thing wouldn’t calm down until I took care of business.
It didn’t matter what I did. All weekend, it seemed like my thoughts circled back to Serena.
Waking up this morning from an erotic dream where she was bent over my desk didn’t help matters, either.
It's a dream that will no doubt become a reality if I’m not careful.
In fact, when I wrapped my hand around my dick, it was with the thought of taking her on every surface of my office.
I lick my lips, remembering this morning and how I imagined Serena spread out on my desk, on her back, feet on the arms of my chair, ass hanging over the edge, and my shoulders keeping her open for me.
The first swipe of my tongue along the inside of her thigh made her quiver, and I inhaled her sweet scent, which only made me want more, at least in my fucking dream it did.
It’s probably nothing like the real deal, but while I was slowly dragging my palm up and down my length, it sure as hell seemed that way.
She was wet, so damn wet, and my imagination ran wild with the idea of tasting her.
The first time I get my mouth between her thighs is going to have me coming in my pants.
Shit, it almost did this morning. I barely had enough time to pull my shorts down before things got even better than I expected.
Serena’s hands delved into my hair, sinking her fingers into my flesh and holding me right where she needed me the most. I’d lick her through her first orgasm but wouldn’t stop there, no fucking way.
Her slick heat, the way she’d clamp down on my tongue, I’d need to feel it elsewhere, like on my fingers, and definitely on my cock.
Both of which got used while I continued to stroke my cock, using the cum dripping fast and furiously from the tip.
My mind went into overdrive, bypassing everything else besides sinking inside her wet heat.
The only problem with that is me coming too fast for my liking, and it barely took the edge off, per fucking usual.
Then, by the time I dragged my ass into the shower, the dumb piece of flesh between my legs perked up yet again.
It took longer for me to get out of the door, needing more caffeine than usual, and to clear my head in the form of meeting up with a few of the guys.
Between Asher, Johnny, and Tysen, it helped get me to a point where I’d bend my rules.
Fuck everything between Todd has to say about keeping away from his niece and my self-imposed rules.
“Good morning, Mary. Can you order lunch again for the three of us? Not sure what Serena will be in the mood for, but I’ll leave that up to you and her.
” I made a stop at human resources on my way out on Friday, and Serena will be receiving a check.
Todd didn’t want to do it for fear he’d be portrayed as playing favorites, and the way I’m feeling about his niece, the last thing I want is for her to struggle when there’s something I can do to prevent it.
“Of course. There are no meetings scheduled today, either. I’m knocking on wood, if you know what I mean.” Anytime we start on a Monday without a meeting and things seem like they’re going okay, we get swamped with shit you don’t see coming.
“Bite your tongue,” I say jokingly before heading into my office. The door is only slightly ajar, and there’s no telling what Serena is doing without me in there. She could be working on the computer, going over past plans, or waiting patiently for me.
What I don’t expect to see when I push the door open then close it behind me with a soft click is Serena on her hands and knees in front of my desk.
I’m about to ask her what the hell she’s doing when I see the spilled contents on the floor.
It reminds me of the first day we met, when we slammed into each other, her stuff being discarded on the floor and me helping her pick them up.
The only difference right now is I’m not helping her.
What I’d really like to do is drop to my knees behind her, wrench her skirt up, baring her ass to me, undo my pants, and slam inside of her.
Since I can’t do what I want, I stand back and watch.
Her ass sways from side to side, and when she moves closer, one knee stays in place and the other moves forward.
Her skirt slides up another few inches, giving me a view of the back of her firm thigh and making my cock weep with precum.
There goes any chance of my dick staying soft.
“Ahem,” I clear my throat. “Good morning, Serena.” She backs out from under my desk, and I make a mental note to keep the container of pens on the edge from now on.
“Oomph,” she says with a groan, hand going to her head when she bumps into the wood. I move quickly, dropping my tablet on a chair and squatting down to take a look at what I’m sure will become a goose egg on her forehead in no time.
“Shit, are you okay? Let me take a look.” My hands cup her cheeks, moving her head in a way that gives me a view of the bump.
“I’m okay. No stars. I remember what I was doing even if I’m still a klutz and manage to run into people or things,” she says with a small chuckle before closing her eyes, moistening her lips. The slight pause has me raring to go.
“Fuck,” I mutter beneath my breath, watching as her pretty eyes open, desire written on her face.
“Tell me no, Serena. I’ll back up, walk away, and chalk this up to a one-sided attraction.
” The need to resist, the rules I’ve used as a safeguard are all fucking gone, and in their place is a need so deep I’m not sure where it ends or begins.
“Crew.” Fuck me, fuck Todd, and fuck anyone who dares come into my office right now. The next time maintenance is up, I’ll be changing the locks, and the only people who will have a key will be me and Serena.
“My mouth on yours, it’s going to be everything I’ve wanted but never let myself have.
” She leans forward, giving me all the answer I need.
Words aren’t necessary, and I’m more a man of action than talking anyway.
Her breathing intensifies, her lips are moist from her tongue, and while she’s on her knees, hands placed on her thighs, all I’m thinking about is everything I want to do to her.
I lean in until my mouth presses against hers, hands sliding down to the slope of her neck on either side.
My thumb sweeps along her pulse point, feeling it beat rapidly, the response of her body to mine.
It sends a rush through me. I deepen the kiss, and Serena’s instincts kick in.
Where she should be pushing me away, she does the complete opposite.
Her hands slide from her thighs and travel to mine, moving upward until the tips of her fingers dig into my muscles.
Our tongues meet, the sweetest taste a man could ever have, and it’s all Serena.
The quiet hums, the slowness with which I lead our kiss has her vying to get closer.
I’ve got no qualms with feeling her pressed against my body.
The minute she’s where she wants to be, in my lap, skirt hiked up, the heat of her pussy meets my clothed, covered cock, and this time, it’s me pressing her closer to me.
“Crew, more, please.” She pulls from my mouth, and I slide my lips to her neck, breathing her in, sucking on the skin beneath her ear.
“We do much more, it’ll involve me tearing your clothes off with my teeth,” I murmur along her softness as she grinds her supple body against me, using me to get what she needs, and I’m her willing participant.
“I was supposed to resist you today.” She buries her forehead in the crook of my neck. Her soft scent combined with the headiness of her desire swirls around us, making me want to take her to her back, lift her legs over my shoulders, and bury myself in her sweet heat.
I don’t. Instead, I hold myself back, allowing her to use my body to get what she wants.
Her wetness sears me, more than likely staining my pants, and fuck me, but I love every damn second of it.
There’s a reason the guys have no problem jumping through any hurdle to get the woman they’ve grown to love.
Fuck, I’m halfway there, and I barely know Serena Beck. That’s how damn deep I am.
“Thank god you didn’t.” Her body arches more, moves faster, her rhythm gets wild, head falling back on her shoulders.
Her blonde hair tumbles from the low bun she had it in, perspiration dots her temples, and I can tell she’s close, so fucking close, and I’ll be lucky if I don’t come in my damn pants.
“Yeah, thank god I didn’t.” Her hands grip my shoulders tightly, and since we aren’t as close as we were, I’m able to take her in completely.
Her lips look bee-stung from our kissing, her cheeks are red, chest heavy, and nipples puckered.
The rolling of her hips has me zeroing in on the space between her legs.
The lace is soaking wet, thighs quivering.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.
“I’ll never get over this. I’ll never only want this once. I’ll never want this to end.” The admission rolls off my lips with a groan of my own. Some rules are meant to be broken.
“Crew.” A rush of breath leaves Serena, her body locks up, and thank god she comes on a quiet sigh, or we’d be in trouble. However, it’d be worth it. Everything will be when it comes to Serena.
“Goddamn, you’re pretty when you fall apart.” The spell breaks, and while I’m worried about the aftermath that’s sure to come, it never does. In its place is a serene smile, one where all I can do is kiss her until both of us are breathless.